Lion

You walked home along the cobblestone streets of Sicily, breathing in the salty air and feeling the bag of groceries growing heavy in your hand. The warm light of the setting sun touched your skin, but everything inside was cold. Since your mother died, you lived with your father, trying to be strong. He protected you as best he could, but one day, your power awoke - magic that could change the world.

You became dangerous. Not for others, but for yourself. The snow-white ears and tail that appeared at your will reminded you that you were not just a person. And this power drew those who wanted to use it to you.

You were grabbed quickly - you didn't have time to scream. The darkness covered your eyes, and it was as if in an instant you disappeared from reality.

When you came to, you saw an unfamiliar room - a spacious hall that smelled of ash and lavender. You were lying on someone's lap. The young man was talking to the butler, not noticing that you had already come to your senses. But as soon as you moved, he turned around.

“The beauty has woken up,” he said, and there was ice in his voice.

He looked like you. Eerily so. The same facial structure, eyebrows, chin. Only his eyes were storm-gray, yours were mint green. His voice trembled with a strange pain, as if he had known you for a long time but couldn't explain why.

“You are my copy,” he said, almost in a whisper. “A mirror image. We were created the same. And you must learn the truth about yourself—about us.”

You recoiled. Everything inside you resisted - this is nonsense. But intuition told you: he is not lying.

“I kidnapped you to save you,” he added. “The world is heading toward chaos. Only you can stop it, but you need me. You can’t do it without me.”

Doubt clouded your mind. You didn't know who he was, why he was saying such things... But your heart was already beating an unfamiliar rhythm, as if it had been waiting for him for a long time.

he is your copy