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Once upon a time, there was a pair of twins, a boy and a girl. These twins were travelers. However, they are not the kind you are familiar with. Instead of travelers of the world, they were travelers of all worlds. In and out they explored, moving from one world to the next, filling their eyes and ears till they could no longer hold.
They traveled these worlds using flight, for they both bore wings. Crystalline wings, woven of gold and amber in an intricate swirl that commanded the winds to obey. The soared and twisted, a delicate dance of air demanded the attention of passerby.
Into one world they would enter. The land they would explore and the people they would learn from. Every inch was within a glace, and once they had the entire expanse shared within their palms, they would vanish. Whether mortal or eternal one thing is true for a traveler, a home is scarce and rarely kept. The twins did not have a house to sleep in, or a reliable bed to keep them warm. However they never yearned for a house to call home for they found one in each other. For the pair of weary travelers, it was more than enough.
On a regular time, on a regular day, the twins were searching for a world to explore. They looked and flew till they came upon one. Though, they did not like what they saw. The world was ravaged by war and sickness, suffering and death. “Hope has fled this world and so should we.” They said, and decided to keep looking.
While their backs were turned to the dying world, a powerful woman appeared to welcome them. Not all greetings are kind however, as was the case with this wicked goddess. While their guard was lowered the goddess struck. An elegant purple light slashed the girl. The boy drew his sword and rushed the creature before him. He wove through the air sword ringing in the wind. He never landed a hit. The girl was soon at her brother’s side twisting herself forward reaching, stretching… failing. The goddess laughed as the girl fell still, unable to move yet suspended upon nothing. As she struggled against her invisible prison she heard a blood curdling scream. Her eyes locked onto her brother whose person was trapped in a geometric prison of black and purple.
There was a scream, the rush of air, a hand reaching. Time evaded her, and her sight went black.
The first thing the immortal traveler noticed was a heavy feeling. The weight of all the worlds seemingly rested upon her shoulders. As her surroundings came into view she saw a clear sky, seagulls flying in the distance. She heard waves crashing and felt a cool breeze contrasting with the warm sand beneath her. She was on a beach. The scene would have been beautiful if it weren’t for the ache in her chest. The vile goddess had forced opened her chest and stolen her home. Despite the emptiness within her something writhed in her throat, clawing it’s way to the surface. This must have been what mortals called grief.