Generis

6. The Dreams of One

Aoe-Minnu was waiting for her twin, as usual, atop Mansend, the cliff where the land dipped and the pink sea was thrashing from below. The wind blew her afro into her face, and she pushed it out of her face, squinting. She stared over the water, kicking her feet over the edge, and she had been doing this for quite a while, so it took everything in her not to run off without her sister. And she acknowledged how much of an impact her sister had on her and her life, so it wouldn't be fair to run off without—

"Awww, you waited for me, huh?' A voice called from behind her. Minnu recognised that voice and knew all too well who that voice belonged to. She turned around and sighed in frustration.

"You're thirty minutes late. That's should be a new world record."

"Tsk," Timburu dismissed, striding over and sitting beside her, "Who's really counting?"

"You dragged me into this trip and you're the one holding me back," Minnu rolled her eyes, standing up, "Now let's—"

Her sister didn't let her finish; her sentence was cut short as she was dragged away from the cliffs teetering edge.

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Minnu and Timburu were identical twins, born to be the same. And for the first few months of their lives, each one was confused to be the other, as their parents dressed them identically. And, as babies, a personality hasn't developed yet, so it's easy to be blindly confused by duplicate crying faces when both of them are scrunched up and teeming with tears. But as they grew up, there was a growing difference in how they behaved, and how that affected their appearance.

And more importantly, how they thought.

There never was a competitive edge to their dynamic; after all, there's nothing to compete for if they're total opposites. Timburu was always the smarter one, who was always debating with Mages and Archers well past her age and life experience, which obviously earned her a rebellious impression. Minnu, on the other hand, wasn't as intellectual as her other half, and wasn't as extroverted and outspoken. She liked her quiet alone time as much as she liked her sisters company.

Their mother was a Divine Druid, but, getting rather old, wanted at least one of them to carry the legacy. Not just for her sake, but for the sake of the temples she had founded. And even at young, overseeing all the temples in Oxmount was hard work. After all, there was always a stack of letters at her desk of people begging for blessings, personal prayers and more from her. So imagine her luck when she gave birth to twins; two people would do a job she did alone when she passed away.

That is, until one didn't like the idea of staying pious for eternity.

"Okay, ma, look: I can't see myself sitting in a big chapel and answering letters from other people who, half the time, are too lazy to put their foot in the dirt and work out the answer themselves!"

"It's a lovely experience, trust me. And you and your sister would be perfect for it!"

Timburu scoffed,
"Yeah, Mini would be. Not me.."

Minnu looked up from her book, and, seeing her sister bantering with her mother again, kissed her teeth and looked back down.

"I'm sixteen, ma. Sixteen. I know I have a big life ahead of me, bigger that to be confined in this... this.... Whatever this act is."

"I knew I should've waited till this age until you were blessed with your Christening powers, huh.." Her mother mumbled under her breath.