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In the late 10th century I wandered across the village I called home. The bonfires light brightened the night. As I sat admiring the flames two young men came up to me there names where Elijah and Kol. They were kind. Loving. Forgiving. We talked and talked and talked until one day something was different there brother sadly passed away to werewolves. After that they didn’t leave the house except for the day after my birthday it was late at night.