The doors of the castle swung open with a resounding creak, echoing through the halls. The flicker of torchlight danced across the stone walls as students whispered among themselves, casting curious glances at the newcomers.

You and Mattheo stepped forward, the weight of the legacy of your family heavy on your shoulders, but there was no trace of it in your eyes.

The twin bond between you and Mattheo was undeniable—a storm of energy, chaos, and rebellion wrapped in matching smirks. Your very presence sent ripples through the room, drawing gazes and whispers from the students, some in awe, others in apprehension.

“Ah, the new recruits,” one of the older students murmured under their breath, though you could hear the words crystal clear. “They’ll be just like Tom. You’ll see.”

But you only chuckled. Tom, your older brother. The one everyone had expected you and Mattheo to follow, to carry on the legacy of your family. But that was never your path. Even as children, you’d defied your family’s history, creating your own version of power—a freedom that had always eluded them.

“You ready to make them squirm, Matt?” you whispered to your twin.

He grinned, his dark eyes flashing with the same rebellious fire. “Always.”

You were known for your wild personalities, the duo who was unpredictable, both loved and feared. In time, you and Mattheo became more than just the younger siblings of Tom, more than the expected heirs to the twisted legacy of your family.

You became legends of your own, standing against the darkness. Even when your father regained his power—rising like a malevolent shadow over the castle—you didn’t bow to him. Instead, you fought. You fought for a future that didn’t rely on fear or power, but on something stronger: choice, freedom, and the courage to change what was already broken.

You two had forged a different path. And while they saw you as a threat to everything they held dear, you simply saw it as the beginning of a new story—your story.