Story Idea
From the earliest historical records found, humans have always been separated into two groups: lovers, and mortals.
The lovers are eternal, young until they meet those who match the mark that both, or on occasion, all three, were born with, eventually taking their place on the second world to leave their past life behind.
The mortals fit their title, unmarked, with, as legend says, no relationship that could ever be as fulfilling as those of the lovers. Doomed to death, never to see the second world.
There has never been record of a mortal taking a place among the lovers. Then again, Brock was never one for following dusty preconceptions.
This randomly popped into my head for some reason, and I might try and squeeze a full fic out of it. Thoughts?
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