Author´s note:

A bad and a good thing happened to me.

The bad is I got two not so kind reviews. I do not mind reviews which tell me that I can do something better, but I do not like reviews which just tell me that A: That my story sucks, B: Disgusting or C: I should stop write. My answer to this is A: You have a right to have your opinion, but I also have a right to write so bad stories as I please. So tell me, what you dislike about the story, not just: This story sucks. B: Well thank you. I wrote in the first chapter that I am not one to be gentle, so I did tell you. + I can see you reviewed after the 2 second chapter – so you did not give my story a chance. C: As I say in A, I have a right to write as fucked up, bad, shitty stories as I please. And I am planning on keep writing. What will you do about that? Because as I see it, there is nothing you really can do…

The good: A person favs the story.

If there is something you dislike about my story do tell. But do it in a nice way and do not just write: This story sucks. But be presides. Sorry the author´s note is so big. I hope you like, if not tell what you do not like. And please be presides.

There may go a while, before I can update due to me going on a school trip to Berlin…

Every Rose Has Tt´s Thorn.

Miley Cyrus

Denmark – Marts 2015:

"Curious." And with that I walk away with Jessie to find the rest of my children. And off course I find them with Athal who is playing the piano very beautiful, if you ask me. Just listing brings me to tears. Have I really forgotten, how good he is, while I have been away? It is scary, how easy is to forget things about the people, who mean everything for you. I guess war does not help. I know war does not help, but job means pretty much everything to me. I have five wonderful children, an okay family and yet my work – which is dangerous and properly would be the death off me – makes the different, if I can get up from bed in the morning. I look at my children just feeling sad. Why can I not be like everyone else? I do not know, while I have been thinking deep shit, Athal stops playing.

"Why did you stop playing? It sounds wonderful, Athal."

"I do not know. I just do not feel like playing. It is good to see you again, aunty."

"It is good to see you too. I have missed you, Athal."

"I know. I remind you off a younger you."

"You do. Why are you asking?" I ask. Athal looks at me with his sad face on.

"Are my life going to be as hard as yours?" I look at him.

"I do not know, Athal. I do not know." I say honest.

Unknown place - Maj 2008:

'Let us go, my love.' an unknown voice says in my head. My love? Who is speaking? Damn my head hurts. Why does it hurt so much? Did I go drinking last night? I think I did with… Zuko, and damn, that boy can party. I blink. Where am I? I look around to see, if there is anything familiar about this place… But there is none. I see a figure, which I think is Zuko. Zuko… What did I do hanging around Zuko? That boy is trouble… Big trouble. And it do not help, that his family is Russian mobster or as they call themselves a blue blood mob family.

'Darling, let us go, before they notices that we are gone.' the voice says – Zuko says.

'Why are you calling me "darling"? I am no your darling, Zuko!' Zuko looks at me and laughs.

"Well you are back to your boring self. What a shame, you were so fun, when you did not care." he says and looks at me with a half-smile. "I should get you back home then. Let us go" We start walking in silence.

"Where are we?"

"A place."

"Ha-ha. I did not know that, your bloody idiot."

"Bloody idiot? That is new."

"You are sure, because I think, that Louise called you, after she found out that you were her unfaithful…" Zuko looks at me and said: "You were there?" I nod and gave him a half-smile. I smile at the old memory. 3 years has already passed without me seeing.

"Yep, I was. I just… was not myself."

"James?"

"How did you know?"

"A lucky guess, I think. You just ever seemed like the kind of person, who would free willingly hang around James. When I first heard about the two off you, I thought that he was holding something over you, but you seemed sort of happy."

"In the beginning I was happy or so I though."

"What changed?"

"I am sorry, but is this an interrogation? Why I am the only, who has to talk?"

"I talk."

"Yah right."

"Baby doll, if you want me to talk, I will talk, but… I want a date in return."

"What is this? Beverly Hills? Or is this the mob way…?"

"The mob way?"

"Please, I know about your family. The blue blood mob family…" Zuko looks at me with whole new eyes this time. I roll my eyes and kept walking after he stops up. I turn around to look at him.

"What is wrong?"

"How do you know about my family?" This time I rolled my eyes like crazy.

"It is common knowledge."

"No, it is not. And before you said anything: I know it is not common knowledge, because I have people which job it is insure, that it has never been, is not and will never be common knowledge. So back to my question: How do you know?"

"I have always wondered, why Denmark? Why not stay in Russia, or go to America? Why Denmark, Zuko?"

"I asked first."

"What are we? Five?"

"Question, Angelus." I hold up my hands.

"Fine, I give up and admit my dark secret. I am a Pendragon."

Later that year I married Zuko…

Denmark – Marts 2015:

I look at my nephew and repeat: "I do not know, Athal. I do not know." I am honest giving that I do not know a person´s future. It is not one off my gifts.

"I am sorry, Athal. You know that it is one off my gifts."

"I do not know, how you can call, what we can a gift." Athal´s ability is sorrow, so I kind off understand, where he is coming from… Poor boy, why can any people in this fucked up family not have it easy? I take his hands in to mine, look him in the eyes and say: "I understand, Athal. I better than anyone understands where you are coming from. Your ability is sorrow, which means you can feel other people´s pain. Not the greats gift in this world, but in least you have a gift. There are people out in the real world who do not. And you want to not what? They would love to have not… We are lucky – thought it does not seem like it. We are. There is a reason to why you got the gift, you got. Somewhere someone decided that you should have this gift, because you as a person can learn from it. I am not saying there is a God, Goddess or something like that. I am saying that there is a reason for the fact that you have that ability – that gift."

"Thank you."

"For what?"

"For understanding. I know you off all people would."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah… What is it?"

"Can you look after my children, while I go look to Lucy?" He gives the look.

"I always look after your children…"

"Thank you." I say, give him a hug and go look for Lucy, my twin brother.

I find him in his room – big surprise… Not at all. He is often in bed due to him being so sickly all the time. His room is so dark, because his skin cannot handled sun or light. I cannot see anything in the room.

"Lucy, it is me. Your twin sister. Angelus. Where are you, brother?"

"Angel." he says from behind me. I turn slowly around to see him. What I see, almost frighten me… What has happened to my twin brother?