Third Person POV
"Tell us about the story where you slashed all the warlocks' throats!" Thicket screamed as he pounced on the bed. His dogwood sword in hand, he waved it about as King Orion smiled at the enthusiasm of his five-year-old. "tell us how you gutted them like fish!
"Hey!" Pandora screamed in defense. "You can't stay stuff like that; mama said so! It is racist!" Pandora sat on the bed opposite her brother, who was still jumping around the room. Orion nodded as he went to calm his son down. "Thicket, Pandora is right; you can't say such things. You have a bit of your mother in you as well, don't forget that. Just because you took genes of a fae doesn't mean it isn't part of your genealogy." Thicket sighed and plopped on the bed.
Thicket and Pandora were twins, born 20 years exa
