The Divine Twins

Anna Gravemont

Finally, Stefin broke the silence. “…You didn’t have to do all this,” he said quietly, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

She gave a small nod, her red eyes sharp but gentle. “I know,” she replied softly. “But it’s my job to make sure you’re taken care of… and if I don’t do it, who will?”

He ran a hand through his hair, still feeling the awkwardness from yesterday’s argument. “Thanks… I guess,” he muttered.

She tilted her head slightly, as if studying him, then returned her attention to arranging breakfast.

Stefin shook his head and stood there for a moment before finally sitting down. The morning sun spilled across the table, warm and bright, but an unspoken tension still lingered between them.

After eating, he picked up his lunch bag, neatly tied in a small cloth. When he reached the door leading outside, he paused, then turned back toward her. “…I’ll be back later,” he said quietly. “And… we’ll have that conversation you talked about last night.”

Without saying another word, Stefin opened the door and headed straight for school.

When he arrived, he was greeted by the usual buzz of students flooding the campus, voices overlapping as laughter and chatter filled the air. For a brief moment, he allowed himself to enjoy the familiar sight.

Then his gaze landed on Bob and Jerry. They were standing near the entrance, their expressions unusually serious. That was when it hit him—he had promised to meet them after getting his book… or after dealing with the fracture zone the other day.

“…Hey, guys,” Stefin muttered awkwardly as he approached, trying—and failing—to keep his voice casual so he wouldn’t make them even angrier.

Bob stood at the front of the school gate while other students passed by, heading inside for class.

“Oh, now you want to guy us,” Bob said, his arms crossed and his face turning crimson red.

Jerry adjusted his glasses, his eyes narrowing slightly. “You vanished yesterday,” he said, his voice loud enough to draw a few curious glances. “No call. No message.”

Stefin scratched the back of his head. “Yeah… about that—”

Bob stepped closer. “Do you have any idea how long we waited?”

Stefin sighed. “Long enough to be mad, I’m guessing.”

“Yeah, you got that right,” Bob muttered. He took another step closer, his eyes sharp. “Where were you? And where did you go?”

Jerry spoke calmly. “We even went to your house looking for you,” he said. “But your grandma said you never came back from school.”

Bob’s jaw tightened. “So where the hell did you go after school?”

Stefin hesitated. “Well… I ran into a girl on my way home.”

“A girl?” Bob and Jerry echoed in unison.

Bob blinked once, then twice.

“…You ditched us,” he said slowly, pointing a finger at Stefin, “for a girl?”

Stefin paused, then gave a small nod.

Jerry’s eyes lit up instantly. “Is she beautiful?”

Bob leaned in. “What happened between you two?”

“Did you get her number?” Jerry added quickly.

“What’s her name?” Bob fired back.

The questions came at him all at once, overlapping and relentless.

“Would you guys calm down?” Stefin said, raising his palm upward in a silent plea for peace.

They froze.

He sighed. “It wasn’t like that.”

Bob frowned. “Then what was it like?”

Stefin hesitated for a moment before answering. “…She was lost,” he said.

Jerry blinked. “Lost?”

“That’s it,” Stefin said.

Jerry adjusted his glasses, clearly disappointed. “So you spent hours helping a beautiful girl find her way,” he muttered, “and you didn’t even ask for her number?”

Stefin shrugged. “I didn’t think it mattered.”

Bob threw his hands in the air. “Unbelievable.”

Silence settled among them for a moment, and none of them said a word.

After a few seconds, Stefin finally broke the silence. “Come on, guys. Are we going to school or what?” he said.

Bob scoffed and shook his head. “Unbelievable,” he muttered. “You spend hours with a mysterious girl and come back like nothing happened.”

Jerry adjusted his glasses again. “You didn’t even ask where she was from?”

Stefin shrugged. “Didn't think it was it.”

Bob stared at him like he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world. “You are hopeless,” he said.

Jerry nodded in agreement. “Completely hopeless.”

Stefin rolled his eyes and started walking toward the school building. “Are you two coming, or are you going to interrogate me all morning?”

Bob and Jerry glanced at each other before following after him.

“This conversation isn’t over,” Bob warned.

Stefin sighed. “…I figured.”

A few minutes later, they arrived at school, and Bob brought up the topic again a few pacing from their classroom.

“Hey, I wanted to ask something,” he said after a brief pause. “Was the girl beautiful?”

Stefin’s gaze drifted away for a moment, his expression darkening. But before he could say a word, the school bell rang, signaling the start of class.

Without hesitation, he, Bob, and Jerry headed straight to their classroom. The three of them were friends, all in the same class. They walked down the hall and entered together. The room slowly settled as students took their seats.

Just as the chatter began to fade, the teacher entered and cleared his throat. “Before we begin,” he announced, “we’ll be having a new student joining us today.”

The classroom erupted instantly.

“A new student?”

“Is it a boy or a girl?”

“Do you think the person would be cool?”

"I hope it's an handsome boy."

The teacher raised a hand for silence. “Alright, settle down.”

The sliding door to the classroom opened, and a young girl stepped inside. For a brief moment, the world seemed to slow. Then a gentle breeze from the open corridor lifted her long brown hair while she walked forward, each step calm and unhurried. Sunlight streamed in behind her, outlining her figure, and the room fell into stunned silence.

Both boys and girls stared, wide-eyed.

“She’s beautiful…”

“Is she real?”

“No way…”

Whispers rippled through the class.

But one person wasn’t smiling. Stefin. He froze the moment the girl walked into the classroom. His breath caught in his throat as recognition slammed into him. That calm presence. That familiar gaze. "No way…" he thought.

The girl who had just entered the class was none other than the same girl he had met the day before—the Warden. The one who had cut down Blighted like they were nothing. The one who barely spoke. The one who vanished without paying for the cab.

Stefin heart beat rhythmically. “What is she doing here?” he whispered to himself.

The girl’s eyes swept across the room—and for just a fraction of a second, they met Stefin’s. There was no surprise in her expression. Only calm certainty. And in that moment, Stefin realized one terrifying thing: His normal school life was already over.

A second later, the girl cleared her throat and introduced herself after the teacher signaled for her to begin. “I’m Anna Gravemont,” she said plainly.

Her voice was calm and soft—steady, yet clear—and the effect it had on the class was immediate.

Several students began whispering again, some leaning toward their desks to get a better look.

The boys practically lit up.

“Did you hear her voice?”

“She sounds amazing!”

“No way she’s real…”

Even Bob leaned forward, his eyes wide.

Jerry the calm and controlled one among them let out a low whistle without realizing it.

Bob leaned toward Stefin with wide eyes. “Dude…” he whispered. “She looks beautiful right?”

But Stefin said nothing. His eyes remained fixed on Anna.

Bob noticed then glanced back at him and frowned slightly. “…Wait,” he whispered. “Why do you look like you’ve just seen a ghost?”

Stefin still said nothing while his gaze was still fixed on Anna. He watched her closely as she stood there, composed and completely unbothered by the attention. Her hands rested calmly at her sides. No arrogance. No nervousness. Just control—like someone who knew exactly where they were meant to be.

The teacher nodded approvingly. “Take the last seat close to Stefin, Anna. You’ll be sitting over there.” He pointed toward an empty desk not far from where Stefin was seated.

Anna turned and began walking down the aisle.

With every step she took, Stefin felt his heartbeat grow louder in his ears. The entire class followed her movement with their eyes, the room filled with quiet murmurs and restrained excitement.

When she passed his desk, she didn’t look at him. Not even once. But he knew she was fully aware of him. Yet she acted as though she didn’t even know him. Anna stopped at the empty desk and sat down smoothly, placing her bag beside her chair. Only then did Stefin release the breath he hadn’t realized he had been holding.