Elias was the prince of werewolves. Kind, caring, lovely to be around, he was everything anyone could ever dream of.

Callisto was the prince of vampires. He was curious about the world, wanted to do what was right, and be absolutely loved everything.

The two met when they were twelve and eleven. Both were suspicious, yet curious, about the other. Their species hated each other, they had both been warned to stay away. To vampires, werewolves were brutes that smelled like wet dogs. To werewolves, vampires were selfish bloodsuckers who would kill them in an instant.

As the two stared at each other, their curiosity grew. They approached each other, walking circles around the other. While Elias perceived Callisto as a threat, Callisto was curious about this possible friend. Once they had ensured their safety, they decided to talk things out. It wasn’t long until they were best friends, and as the years went by, they became lovers.

They went on many dates, sent many letters, and made the best of memories. Each day alive was filled with happiness and comfort.

One day, they passed away. The two died in each other’s arms. Their love, however, did not die with them. It lived on in the hearts of those who knew them.