Two sisters were born into a house in these very hills. Their father died before they were born, as they were twins. Their mother was always sick, a type of sickness that kept
her near death and in constant pain but never killed her. The sisters raised themselves, and constantly mixed together herbs from their garden in hopes of finding a cure. They never discovered anything, they were just greens. But, one day a young woman came to them. She was young, she had two brown braids, she was tanned and had freckles, and rosy cheeks. She asked them where she was, they gave her directions to the nearest town but it was dark so they gave her a spot near the hearth to spend the night. In the morning she met the girl's mother, they were only around 8 at the time, the young women worried asked them if they wanted help. They refused, and said it wasn't necessary. Nonsense the women whispered, I have been gifted magic from an angel. She came to me in the night and said I could use it to help someone. You have shown me kindness, I am a stranger and you let me sleep here without hesitation. The girls agreed, angels were wonders seen by only those with pure souls. The young woman instructed the girl with the amber eyes to get some herbs for the mixture. The hazel eyed girl stayed inside and aided her mother to sit upright. The amber eyed girl was outside when she received a visit from an angel, the angel whispered to her softly, this woman does not speak the truth, do not accept her false aid. The young girl rushed inside holding the herbs tightly in her hand, the woman promptly grabbed them and chanted under her breath the second the girl rushed inside screaming don't let her touch mother, hazel grabbed the woman's skirt and screamed while amber eyes ran in front of her mother, but the kind woman disappeared, and a stony woman was in her place, cold, I'm sorry she whispered, but you will understand one day my darlings. She grabbed the girl's mother by the neck and shoveled the herbs down her throat. Peace she whispered. The older woman fell to the ground in a cold limp pile. The stranger pulled her hands through the stale air, from the body to her chest. The girls stared in horror. Rise my darling apprentices the women whispered, I am mother. Hazel eyes fell down to a curtsy, and Amber reached for a knife and pulled it to her chest, you are not my mother, and I will not follow you witch. Darling, my you are haunted mother whispered, the knife went through her chest, the child gasped for air as if her life's force had vanished for a few seconds. What did you do to me? Although the yellow eyed girl showed no weakness she was afraid. I brought out who you truly are my darlings. Your mother and father were purely toys, you are the great powers who will rule this world. The hazel eyed girl's eyes darkened, the world she whispered. Yes my darling. Now come with my mother. She took them by their hands and led them to their mats, now go to bed. Will you truly not follow her sister, we have no other choice, and you heard her, there is a reason for all of this. We are children, we should be playing, not training to take over the throne. But, it is ours. When the sun reached them the girls' eyes glowed, the women watched. Hazel eyes were the lightest brown, the brown had a red glow to it, and flecks of green and amber were spread throughout it. The amber eyed girls eyes glowed bright yellow, with tints of orange.
