Split in Two

Split in Two (Prologue)

                                                                                
    In the palace of Diminir, lived the fire queen and the king of ice, Lily, and Lucifer. Lucifer had a cold heart and was unsympathetic, but the mother was loving and would do anything for her daughters.  The daughters had such a strong bond. They didn't act like typical sisters would act towards each other. They acted like best friends. They were always there to support each other.

 Lily was now very sick and her two daughters came to visit her in the palace's hospital. She had the disease of the Alastor flower, the most dangerous flower in the world. It was enchanted and a wicked thing it was. When you went to the enchanted forest to sniff it, hands would pop out at you and grab your face and give you the most terrible thoughts you could even imagine. But this flower wasn't a flower, it was a spirit of evil, Alastor. He would give you such terrible thoughts, that those thoughts could kill you of fright. The two daughters would have separate goodbyes to their mother and then they would see her in a few weeks. The first daughter walked through the door.

" Goodbye my precious, have a great birthday okay."
The little girl nodded. Today she would blow out 5 candles, but she wouldn't have a mother's warmth to make her happy. The tiny child walked out the door. The next child came into the room until a high pitched scream filled the palace with shock. Lily sharply sat up in her seat. " Go they're coming for us, RUN!" The mother and the daughter could see the spirit thirsty for blood, searching the palace for the family. The first daughter hid with the servants in the dungeon, and the second ran away by herself with no one to help her. She ran away as far away from the palace as she could. She ran and ran, her mother's voice booming in her head. She could hear the awful screams coming from the palace. The scream of a mother's death. The spirits soldiers were like the demon's puppets, under Alastor's control. Then there was another scream, the father. All the little girl wanted for her birthday was to revive her parents.

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    As you know the father was cold-hearted, but do you know why he was killed? Well, let me explain. When something is killed it becomes a spirit, everybody knows that. Ahem, it depends on what you were and how you acted when you were alive. So Paul would have become an evil spirit. And because of this, he could work with the spirits that killed him. And guess what! He agreed to work with them. He wanted his second life to be the life he deserved. 

         He hated the family he got stuck with and what they did to him. A scar on his eye. The sign of a devil.  And then the scar on his eye appeared on his child. The scarred eye lets you see everything, even the spirits. Some thought that symbol was the most horrible thing that could ever happen to you. While others thought it was an amazing gift from the gods. This eye was called the devil's eye and both the father and one daughter have it. One daughter was always made fun of for saying she could see such things. They would tease her. But the other daughter would always be there to protect her. And the girl would be so grateful.

The children ran as far away as they could from the disaster scene, hoping to stay alive. They squeezed each other's hands tightly, never letting go. Knowing that if they let go they would be separated, running separate ways for the rest of their lives. So they held on. They stopped out of breath as far away as they could get from the palace and then collapsed together faintly grabbing each other's hands.

Hestia the leader of good, found the children lying flat on the ground in the middle of nowhere. She didn't want such young children to remember something as horrific as that, so she sealed their memories into crystals with their names carved into it. Then she tossed them into the deepest depths of the sea where no human or spirit could reach. Now they would never remember anything ever again. And so the crystals were thrown into the sea, sinking slowly, never to be found. The girl's hands were separated taken to live a different life, on a different journey.