Poison and Thorn lived in a small house in the forest with their adoptive father, Weald. It was a serene morning, and Poison was tending to her herb garden, just outside their home.

Meanwhile, Thorn was practicing his fighting skills nearby. He was intensely focused, his muscular body moving with grace and power. His eyes, however, betrayed a certain sadness.

Poison noticed Thorn's tears and felt a pang of worry. She quickly moved towards him, her brow furrowed in concern. Tears, according to her, were a sign of weakness.

Seeing Poison approach, Thorn quickly wiped his tears away, trying to mask his emotions with a forced smile. He told her that something was in his eyes, but she didn't buy it.

Thorn then told Poison that sadness was a sign of weakness, reinforcing what they were taught in their past lives as assassins. Poison nodded, agreeing with his words but not his sentiment.

Weald, who had been observing their interaction, was taken aback by their conversation. He realized that the siblings were still struggling with their past, and he needed to help them.

Weald decided to take the siblings on a journey through the forest. He believed that being close to nature could help them understand their true selves. They packed their bags and set off.

They first visited the Moon Lake, a beautiful spot where the moonlight glistened on the water surface. Weald told them stories of brave werewolves who embraced their emotions.

At night, they sat around a campfire. Weald explained how tears, like the moon, were natural and beautiful. They were not a sign of weakness, but of strength and resilience.

As they traveled deeper into the forest, the siblings started to open up. They shared their fears, their hopes, and their dreams. It was a cathartic experience for both of them.

They visited ancient ruins, climbed towering trees, and swam in crystal-clear streams. Each day was a new adventure, filled with wonder and self-discovery.

Along their journey, they encountered various creatures. Some were friendly, while others were not. But each encounter taught them something valuable about themselves and the world.

There were moments of danger, too. They had to rely on their fighting skills, but they also had to rely on each other. It brought them closer as siblings and as a family.

As they journeyed, Thorn began to accept his emotions. He learned that it was okay to feel sad, and that tears were not a sign of weakness but a sign of being alive.

Poison, too, started to embrace her feelings. She realized that suppressing her emotions was not strength, but a form of self-denial. She started to allow herself to feel and express freely.

Weald watched their transformation with pride. He knew that their journey was not just about physical travel, but also about emotional growth and acceptance.

One night, under the full moon, Thorn let his tears flow freely for the first time. He didn't wipe them away, and he didn't feel weak. He felt stronger and more alive.

Poison watched Thorn with understanding. She felt her own tears welling up and let them fall. It was a moment of shared vulnerability and strength between the siblings.

Weald, observing them from a distance, felt a sense of accomplishment. He knew that the siblings were on the right path. They were learning to accept themselves and their emotions.

The journey continued, and the siblings grew stronger with each passing day. They were no longer defined by their past, but by their present and their potential for the future.

They returned home with new perspectives and a deeper understanding of themselves. They were still Poison and Thorn, but they were also more. They were survivors and warriors of the heart.

Thorn continued his training, but now he did it with a smile. He still had moments of sadness, but he didn't see it as a weakness anymore. It was a part of him, and he embraced it.

Poison tended to her herbs with even more care. She found peace in their growth, mirroring her own. She was no longer just a fighter; she was a healer, too.

Weald watched his adopted children with pride. He knew they had a long way to go, but he also knew they had come a long way. He was confident in their ability to face any challenge.

As the moon shone brightly over their home, Poison and Thorn shared a moment of quiet understanding. They were no longer just survivors. They were warriors of the heart, embracing their tears and their strength.