What may seem to most Tyranites as ages ago; in reality, only a handful of years prior to the present...two young boys--twin Princes--dwelled in a dark but majestic castle, in the far away lands of Irendi.
"Diabwo! Give it back!"
"No, iss my tuwn to pway wiff the guns!"
"Dey'we my guns! You gonna get us in twouble if you don't stop."
The twin 5 year olds sat in their black pants and dress shoes, identical white poet shirts somewhat frilled but left unlaced as the Wamphyri boys struggled over the toy firearm. Eventually, the alleged "owner" of the gun regained control...much to the other's dismay.
"Satan! Wet me pway wiff it!"
"...uh-uh."
"Why do you a'ways get to pway wiff dems?"
"'Cause...I'm donna use dem water(later)."
"You are not, dey're just for Shay-tuhn and Nicowai."
"Nuh uh, Diabwo...you'we see. Someday, I'we be a gweat Gunswingew. You'we see..."
