Fenix
My twin sister Iris and I couldn't be more opposite in every way possible. Where her hair was black as the night's sky, mine was silver like the moon. Where she was tall, I was short, her eyes were a piercing Green and mine matched the colour of my hair, with a hint of blue added to the concoction. Iris was always serious in temperament. Even as a child, she preferred to be left alone. I had no trouble making friends and was the social butterfly of my family. My mother had always told me I was fair with cheeks as rosy as a cotton candy sky and drew in the attention of everyone I passed, just as a beautiful flower drew in the morning dew. That is why Iris always needed mother's attention more than I did. Love always surrounded me, but Iris was always alone.
I will always remember the day that my father died, as clearly as if I had envisioned it in a witch's globe - "Iris, Iris!" I called, finding her on the lush teal grass that floored our home. The blood washed moon passed through fluffy pink clouds.
"What?" she yawned lazily, rolling over so her hair fanned out on the grass. I would often find her laying in the sun, all alone and deep in thought. I sometimes wondered what she was thinking about, but her willingness to confide in me ended when we were just small children. She was now a closed book with a lock and a missing key, "It's father..." I said urgently, his name still very much attached to the affectionate feelings for a man, who no longer was.
"What about him?" she replied without a care in the world, barely making any effort to look at me.
"Father is dead." The words fell from my broken lips, finally hitting me with the realisation of what had happened. I clutched my chest and crumbled to the ground beside her.
She finally looked at me, her face mirroring mine exactly. Our emotions, one and the same. The last thing we would ever share in common.
Today, Iris took her place as head of the Hierarchy with her new husband, our cousin, Jameson. Neither were fond of their union, but were forced into marriage by our mother and his, my aunt - When the previous hierarchy after the war took place and our mother had died. I watched the two of them try to make sense of it all, trying to find their way through the forbidden book of rules and magic that was thrust upon them. They awkwardly stumbled over the pages with their eyes. I wasn't sure why my mother chose to marry Iris to Jameson instead of me... I mean, I wasn't in love with him, but it just made sense. We had always gotten along so well, and I actually had a desire for children, marriage and ruling, whereas Iris did not. Besides that, she hated Jameson. I pulled myself taught, smoothing down my fitted black cloak. This moment felt intimate, private. It felt wrong to keep watching. This arrangement didn't bother me as much as it seemed. I would have no trouble finding a husband, with my looks and popularity. I just found it strange... that was all.
