The great beginning

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It was mid summer, there mother raced down the basement stairs, holding her four year old daughter in her arms. Her eight year old daughter had been locked in there,  by a man, no one knew his name all that they knew is that he wanted something, that something was magic.

their mother banged on the basement door as hard as possible eventually the door opened
"she's the one?!" the man screamed in a low voice.
"no, the she isn't the twin. we don't know where the other twin is, we had to send her away when she was born her magic was to powerful."
"does this one have magic then?" the man replied in his low voice
"no not that we know of-" she was interrupted by the man ripping her daughter away from her arms, the child cried in confusion and before the mother got a chance to say goodbye they were already gone

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