I own nothing.
Lovi's POV
My brother and I have been living on the Surface since we were born. Our mother passed away after birth due to an unknown illness, one that my brother unfortunately inherited. Despite being heartbroken, our father raised us the best he could. We were together for five years, but my brother's health was still failing despite what Dad did. His health was so bad that Dad tried getting our grandfather's help.
The bastard brushed us off. He didn't even want to take Feli, who was a light creature just like him. His excuse was that we had our father's blood, despite one of us being a light. We were on our own again, trying to keep Feli alive.
Because of his illness, Feli didn't grow much. In fact, back then it didn't seem like we were twins. While I grew, he remained small. It was agonizing growing up, knowing that one day Feli won't wake up. But he did, we just didn't know for how long. It came to the point where I had to hunt with Dad while Feli waited in a bark of a tree, or whatever place we could hide him.
One day I came back from hunting and noticed Dad wasn't around the hideout yet. I thought nothing much of it at first and slowly fed my brother. Once the sun had set, I began to worry. Despite not catching anything, Dad would usually come back before sun set to keep Feli warm since he was big and had a lot of fur. A week had gone by and he never came. Since then, I've been putting extra effort into catching my prey for Feli.
A month had gone by, and we were found by an old cat like us. He took us in and raised us as his own. We called him Grandpa, just like everyone else. But we were special to him, as he had told me one day. Feli and I actually reminded him of his grandsons back in the Abyss. Even though I had a confused look on my face, Grandpa understood. He even admitted that the Surface was a lot better than the Abyss, especially with the new king in charge.
Even though we had a good life and that my brother was getting better and growing, we still cried for our lost father. Grandpa asked about him one day and I told him what happened. He had a look of recognition and told me about the cat who fought against a dog. The cat matched the description as Dad. When he told me the aftermath, I broke down crying. Dad was dead and all because he found an herb that would rid Feli's illness, but that herb was guarded by a damn dog. Since then I had a hatred for dogs, and any other K-9s.
Of course, despite knowing this, Feli made friends with one years later.
No negativity please. Corrections welcomed.