Legend has it that every few hundred full moons, the Goddess bestows upon a chosen soul the gift of two powerful mates. Some may see it as a blessing, but for me, it feels like a cruel punishment for something I haven't even done yet. My bright purple eyes, an anomaly in our world, make me easily recognizable in any crowd, marking me as someone special or perhaps cursed. As I grew older, the forces around me began to give hints about my future mates. But their presence fills me with dread and disgust. Their looming energy is suffocating and oppressive, making my skin crawl and my stomach churn. Despite this, there is still a small glimmer of hope within me that I am wrong, that there is still a chance for a different fate. But the overwhelming weight of destiny seems to crush that hope with each passing day....