Kovalam Essays

A beautiful, white-skinned baby with her golden hair brushed across her face leaned in for a kiss with a delicate, button-nosed baby boy. It was a beautiful day on the coast of California in a small village called Central City, where the two babies were born. From the moment they met, they were destined to be together. Suddenly, a dark shadow fell over them as if a thunderstorm was going to hit. They looked up and a tall man wearing a cloak, with the hood covering his face was standing over them