P.O.V.
Leone

We were born separate beings, yet we were too alike for words. Two of a kind, separated for eternity by some silly barrier called skin. Skin challenged us, divided us, and for as long as I remember and even now defined us. But our birth did something just as treacherous. It trapped us in a torturous destiny we did not want and gave us an ultimatum we did not care for. To many a time to count I have heard her yearn for a birth of lower status, and I know she would do any thing to escape her skin.

But this traitorous skin has also given us a choice, a choice that could change our world and unite it or destroy it, depending all on our choice. It is not a choice I want to make, and I am certain it is not a choice she wants to make either. But nonetheless it was a choice, on of very few we could hide from his watchful glare. His glare that views all in his blue watery domain, or so he thinks. Of course nothing is flawless and even the brightest oceans have black murky midnight depths. So no matter how much he thinks we or, anyone else will follow him as he leads us to doom. We, even if no one is willing to join us, will escape his teetering, soon to be fallen, kingdoms fallout.