It all started when I was a child...
I was born into this place we call home. Or at least I believe I called it home. My grandfather, Julius Vargas was taking care of me. Now don't get me wrong, my grandfather is amazing. He will forever be amazing. I love him with all of my heart, but it kills me to...no I can't jump ahead. I mustn't jump ahead. Grandfather took care of me as the best he could. He taught me everything I know today. But, I didn't look like the spitting image as him, so there was that..A couple of years later, I was around two, my younger brother was born. His name was Feliciano Vargas.
He was so adorable, but of course I would never admit it. He grew just as fast as I did, but instead of him looking like me, he looked almost exactly like my grandfather. He had more talent than I did. And so..my insecurities began. Grandfather favored him more than me, because he..he was better than me. He could do all the cool stuff that grandfather taught me first..ten times better. My jealousy and hatred soon bubbled inside, and sometimes I wanted to destroy Feliciano. Feliciano and I grew up somewhat close to each other, because we were by each others sides all the time. Following grandfather because he was our only source of protection. He taught us how to fight, and how to define ourselves.
Yeah, it was fun but at night. When everyone was asleep I was awake. Looking up at the stars, dreaming, pleading of a better world where I..Lovino Vargas could feel like he belonged. Then, the most horrible thing happened. Grandfather fell because he got too powerful. Everything Feliciano and I knew was gone in almost an instant. We had to build our way to the top, meaning we had to fight many battles to make what we once called home, home again. So, Feliciano ruled the northern half and I ruled the southern half.
We lived in harmony for hundreds of years, until well we got taken over by Roderich and Elizabeth. That's when things started to..I guess fall apart for the two of us. Roderich, gave me up to Antonio, a stupid Spaniard who was always cheery and was just stupid in general. Or at least, when I was younger, I thought Roderich had given up on me. Later, I found out that he tried protecting me but in the end could not. The Spanish army was too much for him, so he 'gave' me up. And so, I was separated from my brother and forced to live with the stupid Spaniard who started to teach me Spanish. I guess that's where it all began..or at least..that's what I believe to be true.
