Guardian Angel

Ancestor and descendants.

Three identical water drops on their way to bringing justice and revenge. Three souls intertwined together under blood's law.

The ancestor look closely the actions of his descendants, which they carried out by the common good; he can see and feel their feelings and their dreams. He could even know who of both is more agile and fast, and who is more intelligent and cunning.

Until deceased, he knows that those two were his descendants. He knows that anytime they will find out what he had left through them and he knows, once found their inheritance, that they would do the right thing in destroy or preserve that strange artifact called the Apple of Eden.

Anyway, he was their Guardian Angel, the protector of their young souls, the only one whose message was written in the veins of both boys.

- Did you feel that? -inquired Leopold "Butters" Stotch a little dismayed.

- What? - Trent Boyett, his cousin, replicated with surprise.

- Someone... Someone is watching us...

Leopold returned his gaze discreetly backwards. There was no one.

It was only the nothingness.

- Let's go to the school, Leo - Trent told him suddenly.

- Okay - Leo replied.

Both marched while a shadow, alienated to this world, is watching them with a mixture of serenity, pride and hope. The small blond was not silly, and he knew that very well from the beginning. The boy noticed his presence and however decided wisely to miss that sensation. The eldest one, instead, seemed to have been not aware of his presence, although it was better to leave it like that.

- Those are my boys... - whispered Valentine "Tintin" Léroux Ynigov before fading away in the air.