You Are The Heir, Act Like It
As sunset painted the sky in hues of orange, purple, and the unmistakable red of the bloodied sky transformation, Damon returned to his room, his body weary but his mind alert.
"Life is tough when you have a lot of people watching out and anticipating your progress when all you want to do is find your twin." A soft sigh escaped his mouth as he pushed the door open.
He had spent the day in classes, absorbing lessons that seemed both tedious and necessary, and had followed it with his usual training regimen.
It was his routine, a disciplined ritual he adhered to every day. As he entered the room, he noticed the quiet. Though the two bunk beds suggested he had roommates, they were nowhere to be found, and silence filled the space.