PROLOGUE

"Time cast a spell on you, but you won't forget me, I know I could've loved you, but you would not let me, I'll follow you down 'til the sound of my voice will haunt you"
(  fleetwood mac  )

The Hargreaves manor was surrounded by rock, land that was not yet blessed by the sun. The light blue walls felt hollow and damp, fitting for a house of shame and isolation.

From the moment they were born, the mother who gave birth to them in her bed that was an island of its own, they were two unnatural beings. The umbilical cord was no where to be seen, the two babes fed off of something unknown or maybe of what the sky gave them. How ever they grew, it didn't come from their mother's womb.

The screams and tears of the boy pierced through his mother's ears. But he wasn't crying for his mother, no, those desperate cries were for the girl, the boy wanted his sister. Unlike her twin, she was dead quiet yet the sister, still with heavy eyes, reached for him with her weak arm. One grew too hot so he needed the cold, the other craved the warmth to heat up her heart. Carnally they needed each other, from the moment they were born the twins were in each other's orbit.

The twins were a product of greed and meaningless lust, something that was supposed to be fleeting yet they became immortalised. Juno and Mars, now living proof of a scandalous affair between two pureblooded families, made the sky and ground their playground when they were not even supposed to exist.

Their father, Jove of the Rausch family was prohibited to form a bond, not that he really cared much for them anyway. It was a common misstep or to put it frankly a habit, that this man made more often than his terribly upset wife could count.

Forever haunted by the lapse in judgment, the temptation into sin, Latona Hargreaves was tucked away in the hollow Hargreaves's manor beheld by Juno and Mars. Latona had no idea what to make of her children, all she wanted was to bring the family name back to its former glory.

A whore of a man and a scorned woman made two divine children.

However it might have not been a curse set upon the world. Between the rocks surrounding the house, grass and flowers have blessed the newly bloomed fields and the forests were finally balanced again, prey and predators played the same game as once before.

The two ran hand in hand across the newly bloomed fields around the isolated manor, Mars dragging Juno in toe.

Mars took Juno's hand and ran across the wall onto the unknown platform; the portal to the magical new life.

The boy took the hesitant girl's hand up the stairs of the castle but she saw how the flowers bloomed each step he took on and how the candles' flames roared intensely. From that moment suit, the girl never doubted the boy.

This castle is where they will be immortalised.

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𝓣HE ISLAND WITH NO FIELDS /
clearlotus ( 2025 )