Thread:AzlieTheDragon/@comment-37000721-20180927125738/@comment-37000721-20180927125827

~Twins~

“Twins.” The mother grunted. “A boy and a girl.” The father nodded grimly.

“Which one will we keep?” he asked.

“The boy. The girl probably won’t be much help at all.” The mother said.

“What do you want to call them?” the father asked, his jaw still set in a grim line.

“Time, and this runt Chronos, like it’ll be much use to her.” The mother scoffed. The father picked up the baby girl, only a few weeks old, with surprising gentleness, and he wrapped her in rags. Then he set her outside the house, leaving the baby alone in the cold.

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The woman noticed the small bundle as she walked past. She knelt down and picked it up, and found a baby wrapped in it.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“You poor thing,” she murmured, cradling the baby in her arms. The baby opened her large blue eyes and looked up at the woman. She grabbed the woman’s finger with a tiny, chubby hand. The woman rapped at the door of the house. A man, the father of the baby, answered.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Yes?” he asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Is this your child?” the woman asked, showing him the baby. The father sighed.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Yes, but we do not want her.” He said firmly, in a way that clearly said, “I’m not open for negotiations.”

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Does she have a name?” the woman asked.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Chronos.” The father replied rigidly. “And her twin brother is Time.” The woman nodded, looking at the baby.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:normal"><span style="mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"">“Then I’ll raise her.” She said.

<span style="font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:14.0pt;line-height:107%; font-family:"Book Antiqua",serif;mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SA">“Be my guest.” The father said. The woman happily walked away, back to her home