They never spoke.
Not once.
Not in the beginning, when they were formed from the same shard of starlight.
Not in the wars that followed, when their paths diverged.
Not in the end, when one wept—and the other vanished.
They were born twins—but not in flesh.
One shone silver, cool and still like a moon's reflection.
The other flared crimson, restless and warm, like the edge of a sword just before it strikes.
Together, they circled each other—never touching, never straying.
The stars called them Watchers.
The gods called them Mistakes.
But mortals… mortals called them Legends.
For wherever balance frayed, the Silent Pair appeared.
One to offer mercy.
One to demand retribution.
They would descend upon great moments of choice—
At the edge of a battlefield.
At the deathbed of a tyrant.
At the crossroads of a child choosing their fate.
They never judged aloud.
They only watched.
And somehow, that silence judged more than any words ever could.
One day, in a time no scroll remembers, one of the Pair vanished.
No one knows which.
The remaining twin still appears from time to time—
Alone now.
Still silent.
Still watching.
As if the missing twin was never truly gone.