Once upon a time, there was a kingdom.
A grand, marvelous kingdom that was able to exist for centuries undisturbed by enemy forces or monsters, thanks to the protection of an ancient guardian tree.
This tree was under the care of the •••• Family, a group that was just as old as the tree was and as proud as the day they were established to be it's guardian.
But alas, even the most brilliant of crops had the tendency to produce some bad fruit.
As luck would have it, the second to last generation of the family had been blessed with twins to their patriarch and matriarch.
They were assured that the twins were an auspicious sign, an indicator of prosperity that would surely bloom once they had both reached adulthood.
Alas, that prophecy was hard to believe in given how the twins developed as they got older.
