"Hey!! Come back here", one of the twins shouted, tugging on a shiny, metallic object that looked like a miniature, high-tech hoverboard.
"It's mine", the other twin insisted, holding onto the object with an identical grip.
"How is it yours when we both saw it on the ground?" the first twin asked, their identical faces scrunched up in frustration.
The two children were running around a beautiful, lush garden filled with vibrant flowers, towering trees, and sparkling fountains.
The garden was surrounded by high walls covered in ivy, with intricate stone carvings of mythical creatures and plants.
A winding path made of smooth, white stones led through the garden, passing by a large, ornate pond filled with colorful fish and water lilies.
The garden was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the soft chirping of birds could be heard in the distance.
The sun shone down, casting dappled shadows on the ground, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves of the trees.
The twins, Eden and Glory, were identical in every way, with the same piercing blue eyes, same mop of curly white hair, and same mischievous grin.
They were dressed in matching outfits, with white shirts and blue shorts, and their feet were bare, with tiny toes wiggling with excitement.
"That's enough from you two", a voice called out, and the twins stopped arguing, looking up at their mother, Calantha El'gorin.
Calantha was a stunning woman with striking white hair that fell down her back like a river of snow.
Her hair had a subtle blue tint at the edges, which seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.
Her eyes were a deep, piercing green, and her skin was smooth and unlined, with a warm, golden glow.
She was tall and stately, with a regal bearing that commanded attention.
She wore a flowing red gown with intricate silver embroidery, and a delicate silver necklace with a small crystal pendant hung around her neck.
Her hands were long and slender, with elegant fingers that seemed to be made for playing musical instruments.
"How many times have I told you both not to fight or argue?" Calantha asked, her voice firm but gentle.
"He started it first?" Glory said, pointing a tiny finger at Eden.
Eden was a miniature version of his twin, with the same piercing blue eyes and curly white hair.
He had a small, mischievous grin on his face, and his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Glory, on the other hand, looked like a tiny, delicate doll, with a sweet, innocent face and big, round eyes.
She had a tiny nose and a small, button mouth, and her hair was tied back in a small ponytail.
Eden just put his tongue out at Glory, claiming victory.
"That's enough from you two", Calantha reprimanded them, but there was a lovely warmth in her eyes as she looked at them. Her face softened, and her voice took on a soothing tone, like a gentle breeze on a summer day.
As she looked at her twins, her eyes filled with love and adoration, and her face seemed to glow with an inner light.
She knelt down, opening her arms wide, and the twins ran to her, hugging her tightly.
The motherly love emanating from Calantha was palpable, filling the air with a sense of warmth and comfort.
Breaking away from their embrace, she then addressed the elder twin.
"Glory, my dear, you're the elder twin, and that comes with a great responsibility," Calantha said, looking into her eyes with a serious expression.
"As the older sibling, it's your duty to protect and care for your brother, Eden,"
"You see, dear, being the elder means you're not just a sibling, but also a guardian, a role model, and a friend to Eden."
"Always remember, that your brother looks up to you, and he'll often follow your lead," Calantha advised.
"So, it's essential to set a good example, to show him what's right and wrong, and to guide him through life's challenges."
"As you grow older, you'll face many situations where you'll have to make tough decisions, and it's crucial to consider how those decisions will affect your brother," Calantha said, her eyes filled with a deep understanding.
"But don't worry, my dear, you're capable of making wise choices, and I'm here to support you every step of the way."
"One of the most important things to remember is that being a good sibling is not just about being kind and loving, but also about being honest and fair."
"Your brother will make mistakes, and you'll make mistakes too, but it's how you learn from those mistakes that matters."
"Always be there for him, listen to him, and offer him guidance when he needs it."
"And most importantly, always protect him, not just from harm, but also from his own mistakes."
"You're a twin, my dear, and that means you share a special bond that can't be broken," Calantha said, smiling.
"Cherish that bond, nurture it, and always be there for each other, no matter what."
Glory listened intently to her mother's words, taking them to heart.
Calantha then turned to Eden, who was watching his mother and sister with wide eyes, and smiled warmly at him.
"Eden, my little one, you're a twin, and that means you're part of a special team with your sister."
"As your mother, it's my duty to teach you the importance of teamwork, cooperation, and mutual respect."
"You see, little one, being a twin means you're connected to your sister in a way that's unique and special."
"You share a bond that's unbreakable, and that's something to be cherished and nurtured."
"As you grow older, you'll face many situations where you'll have to make decisions that might affect your sister," Calantha advised.
"So, it's essential to think about how your actions might impact her, and to always consider her feelings and needs."
"One of the most important things to remember is that being a good sibling is not just about being fun and playful, but also about being supportive and understanding."
"Your sister will look up to you, and she'll often come to you for guidance and advice."
"Always be there to offer her a helping hand, a listening ear, or a comforting word," Calantha said, her voice filled with warmth.
"And most importantly, always be willing to put her needs before your own, when necessary."
"You're a twin, my dear, and that means you're part of a lifelong partnership with your sister."
"Cherish that partnership, nurture it, and always be there to support and protect each other, no matter what life brings."
Eden listened intently to his mother's words, taking them to heart even though he didn't understand most of what she just said.
"Now you both can take turn playing with what you found," their mother said, smiling at the twins.
"Nahh, I don't want it anymore, you can have it," Eden said, passing the shiny object to his sister.
"No, you have it," Glory said, pushing it back to Eden.
The two twins continued to pass the object back and forth, each one trying to give it to the other.
"I don't want it, you take it," Eden said, his little face scrunched up in a playful frown.
"No, no, you have it," Glory said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Their mother watched the exchange with a warm smile, enjoying the little banter between her twins.
Just then, a voice chimed in from behind them.
"I'll have it then if none of you want it," said the voice.
The twins turned to see their elder sister, Aurora, standing behind them with a mischievous grin on her face.
Aurora was a beautiful 9-year-old girl with long, curly white hair and bright green eyes that sparkled with excitement. She was a bit taller than the twins, and her presence seemed to command attention.
As the twins heard her voice, they both ran to her, yelling happily in sync.
"Sister Aurora!" they exclaimed, their little arms open wide for a hug.
Aurora laughed and got down on one knee, opening her arms to envelop her little siblings in a warm hug.
"I've missed you two little munchkins," she said, squeezing them tight.
The twins giggled and snuggled into her hug, feeling happy and content in their sister's arms.
Their mother smiled at the scene, feeling grateful for the love and affection that her children shared.
As the three siblings hugged, the shiny object was momentarily forgotten.
The scene then shifted to a dimly lit room that was shrouded in an unsettling silence, punctuated only by the soft, labored breathing of a boy with striking white hair and skin as pale as alabaster which was Eden.
He lay motionless on the bed, his fragile form seeming to shrink beneath the weight of his mysterious affliction.
His mother, Calantha, sat beside him, her eyes fixed intently on his face, fighting back tears that threatened to spill down her cheeks.
The air was heavy with an eerie stillness, and the scent of medicinal herbs hung in the air, carried on the whispers of the wind outside.
A woman, clad in a long, flowing cloak with intricate embroidery that seemed to shimmer in the faint light, stood beside the boy, her face was a bit blurry to describe her features but you could know her face was etched with concern.
Her eyes, a deep, piercing brown, narrowed as she examined Eden, her hands moving with a gentle yet deliberate precision.
"His condition is worsening by the day," she said, her voice low and somber.
"The Class within him is stirring, awakening a power that is both ancient and forgotten."
Her words hung in the air like a dire prophecy, filling the room with an unspoken sense of dread.
Calantha remained calm but the flash in her eyes told a different story
"What do you mean?
What's happening to my boy?" Her voice was steady, but a hint of desperation crept into her tone.
The woman's expression turned grave.
"The Class within him is a remnant of a forgotten God, a being of immense power and energy. The problem is, the boy's body is not strong enough to hold such power.
It's like trying to contain a storm within a fragile vessel." Her words were laced with a sense of foreboding, and the room seemed to grow darker, as if the shadows themselves were closing in.
Eden's mother fought back her tears, her jaw clenched in determination.
She would not break down in front of her son, not now, when he needed her strength the most. The woman's words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the unknown dangers that lurked in the shadows, waiting to strike.
As the woman spoke, Eden's eyes remained closed, his chest rising and falling with a slow, labored rhythm.
His mother leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper.
"We'll find a way to save you, my child. I promise."
But the words seemed hollow, even to her own ears, and the darkness closing in around them seemed to mock her promise of hope.
The woman's eyes locked onto Calantha's, filled with a deep concern.
"We need to find a way to strengthen Eden's body, to make it capable of holding the Class's power.
If we don't, the consequences could be death or something far worse."
The weight of her words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the stakes, and the darkness that loomed over them all.
"What if we seal his Class," Eden's mother suddenly spoke up, her voice laced with a mix of desperation and determination.
"It would stop whatever is draining his life force, right?"
The woman's expression turned skeptical, her eyes narrowing as she considered the proposal.
"I don't think it's that easy, Calantha.
"You see, Classes are related to one God or Goddess or another, and sealing one would require an enormous amount of power."
"But what other choice do we have? We can't just sit here and watch him waste away." Her voice cracked, as she fought back tears.
The woman nodded sympathetically. "I understand your concern, but sealing a Class is no trivial matter.
It would take an even more powerful God to overthrow another God's Class, not to mention sealing it.
The consequences of such an action could be catastrophic."
"Then what can we do?" Calantha asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
The woman's expression turned thoughtful, her eyes narrowing as she considered the options.
"We need to find a way to strengthen the boy's body, to make it capable of holding the Class's power.
Perhaps there's a way to awaken his own inner strength, to help him harness the power within him."
"How do we do that?"
The woman's expression turned grave.
"I know of way but I'm not sure if you're boy here can withstand it, but we need to find out.
As she spoke, Eden's chest rose and fell with a slow, labored rhythm, his eyes remaining closed.
His mother's gaze locked onto his face, her heart heavy with worry and fear.
"We need to act quickly, Calantha. Every moment we delay, Eden's life force grows weaker.
And with that the room became even more darker till the scene shifted once again.
This time, it was a bit blur.
Two figures could be seen standing next to each other while a small boy was laid down at the middle of a summoning ritual spell, standing not too close or far from the boy was a woman glad in a dark robe.
"I don't know about this, dear," Lord Stark Prairie said, his voice laced with a mix of concern and trepidation.
He stood at the side of the ancient, cursed temple, his eyes fixed on the figure of Eden, who lay in the middle of a triangle drawn with magic on the stone floor.
The air was thick with an eerie, pulsating energy, and the runes inscribed on Eden's body seemed to glow with a malevolent, otherworldly light.
The symbols etched into his skin appeared to be alive, writhing and twisting like serpents, as if they were feeding off the very life force of the young boy.
"This is a desperate measure, Calantha," Lord Stark Prairie continued, his voice low and grave.
"We're tampering with forces beyond our control, delving into the very fabric of reality itself.
Calantha's eyes flashed with resolve, her jaw clenched in determination.
"We have no choice, dear," she said, her voice firm and resolute.
"Our son's life is at stake. We must try everything in our power to save him."
The woman, who stood ahead them, nodded in agreement.
"The ritual we're about to perform is a perilous one, but it's the only way to empower your boy's body to contain the Class within him.
As the lady spoke, the air in the temple seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque, macabre forms.
The runes on Eden's body pulsed with an increasing intensity, casting an eerie, flickering glow over the dark, dank walls of the temple.
The ritual was a desperate attempt to seal the Class within Eden's body, to contain the power that threatened to consume him whole.
But it was a gamble, a roll of the dice in a game where the stakes were life and death.
"We're playing with fire here," Lord Stark said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"If we fail, the consequences will be too terrible to contemplate. Eden's soul will be lost forever, consumed by the very power we're trying to contain."
Calantha's eyes locked onto her husband's, her gaze burning with a cold determination.
"We have no choice but to try," she said, her voice firm and resolute. "We must save Eden, no matter the cost."
The woman nodded
"Then let us begin."
"Let us dance with the shadows, and pray that we emerge unscathed from the darkness that lies within."
As the she spoke, the air in the temple seemed to grow even colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque, macabre forms.
The runes on Eden's body pulsed with an increasing intensity, casting an eerie, flickering glow over the dark, dank walls of the temple.
The ritual had begun, and there was no turning back.
The fate of Eden's soul hung in the balance, poised precariously between salvation and damnation.
The outcome was far from certain, but one thing was clear: the consequences of failure would be death
The darkness closed in, a suffocating shroud of malevolent energy that threatened to consume them all.
The woman took a step forward, her eyes fixed intently on the figure of Eden, who lay within the triangle drawn with magic on the stone floor.
The triangle, a symbol of the occultic illuminati, pulsed with a dark, otherworldly energy, its lines etched into the stone with a precision that seemed almost surgical.
In her hand, the she held a worn, leather-bound grimoire, its pages yellowed with age and filled with strange, arcane symbols.
As she began the ritual, she opened the book, her eyes scanning the pages with a fierce, otherworldly intensity.
"By the power of the ancient ones, whose whispers echo through the abyssal void," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own heartbeat.
"I invoke the tenebrous essence that permeates the very fabric of reality, a darkness so profound it defies the feeble illumination of mortal comprehension."
With a precise, deliberate motion, she drew a symbol in the air, the lines of which seemed to pulse with a malevolent, otherworldly power.
The symbol, a twisted, serpentine shape, seemed to take on a life of its own, writhing and twisting like a living thing.
"Astra descendo, tenebrae aperi, et umbrae meae mentis aperiuntur,"
she whispered, her voice rising to a fevered pitch.
"I call upon the celestial bodies to descend, the shadows to unfold, and the umbrae of my mind to be revealed, that I may grasp the ephemeral threads of reality and weave them into a fabric of darkness and despair."
As she spoke, the air seemed to grow colder, the shadows deepening and twisting into grotesque, macabre forms.
The woman's eyes gleamed with a fierce, otherworldly intensity, as if she were channeling the very essence of the darkness itself.
Her voice rose to a crescendo, her words tumbling forth in a torrent of ancient, forgotten languages.
"Teneantur umbrae, aperiatur porta, et tenebrae ipsae meae mentis aperiantur,"
she cried, her voice echoing off the walls of the temple.
"Let the shadows hold, let the gate be opened, and the darkness itself be revealed, that he may confront the abyssal void and emerge transformed, his soul forever bound to the tenebrous essence."
As she spoke, the air seemed to tear apart, revealing a darkness that was both ancient and eternal.
The woman's eyes locked onto Eden's form, her gaze burning with a fierce, otherworldly intensity.
In that moment, it seemed that the very fabric of reality itself was about to tear apart, revealing a darkness that was both beautiful and terrible to behold.
And yet, despite the danger, despite the uncertainty, she pressed on, driven by a fierce determination to seal the class within the boy's ppsoul.
For in the end, it was not just a matter of life and death, but of the very soul of the boy who lay before her, his fate hanging precariously in the balance.
The ritual was a desperate attempt to save him, to seal the Class within his body and contain the power that threatened to consume him whole.
As the darkness closed in, and the runes on Eden's body pulsed with an increasing intensity, it seemed that the outcome was far from certain.
The ritual was a perilous journey into the very heart of darkness, and there was no guarantee that they would emerge unscathed.
And as the ritual reached its climax, she spoke the final words of the incantation, her voice rising to a fevered pitch.
"Consumptum est, tenebrae ipsae meae mentis aperiuntur, et umbrae meae mentis consumunt," she whispered.
"It is consumed, the darkness itself is revealed, and the shadows of my mind devour all in their path."
As the spell reached its climax, the woman's voice faltered, her words laced with desperation.
"Lord Stark, Lady Calantha, the boy's soul is in peril. The Class is sealed, but the toll demands more.
Unless a soul is exchanged, his will be lost forever."
The air was heavy with tension as Lord Stark Prairie and his wife exchanged a glance.
Stark tried to stop his wife, but she turned to him, gave me the warmest of smiles she could muster at that point.
"It will all be okay I promise" Then, with a resolute determination, Lady Calantha stepped forward. Her eyes, brimming with tears, locked onto her son's still form.
Eden's mother approached him with a gentle stride, her hands extended to cradle his face.
"My little boy," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
"I'm sorry you had to go through this. Mummy's here now.
You have nothing to worry about. I'll always be with you, here in your heart."
As she spoke, she placed her hands on Eden's still chest, her touch imbued with a deep, maternal love.
Her eyes, overflowing with tears, gazed into his, searching for any sign of life.
"Remember, my love," she continued, her voice cracking with sorrow.
"I'll always love you. Remember your promise: always take care of your sisters, especially your other half."
The temple fell silent, the only sound the soft sobbing of Lady Calantha. Her husband, Lord Stark Prairie, stood beside her, his eyes fixed on their son's lifeless form.
In a poignant, heart-wrenching moment, Lady Calantha made her decision.
With a quiet resolve, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against Eden's forehead.
"I'll take your place, my love," she whispered. "I'll be with you, always."
As she spoke, a soft, golden light began to emanate from her body.
It enveloped Eden's still form, and the air seemed to vibrate with an otherworldly energy.
The temple was bathed in an ethereal glow as Lady Calantha El'gorin, the wife of the great Lord Stark Prairie, took her son's place.
Her soul, a shining, golden light, detached from her body and merged with the darkness.
In that moment, Eden's body stirred, his chest rising with a shallow breath.
The Class, now sealed within him, pulsed with a newfound power.
But at what cost?
Lady Calantha's lifeless body slumped forward but quickly caught by her husband, her face serene, her eyes frozen in a permanent smile.
Lord Stark hugged her tight and resisted the urge to cry his eyes out, at that very moment, his eyes brimming red, his heart shattered by the loss of his beloved wife.
The temple fell silent once more, the only sound the soft whisper of the darkness, mourning the loss of a mother's love, a wife's devotion, and a soul's sacrifice.
Once again
The scene shifted, and Eden's world became a kaleidoscope of fragmented memories.
He saw himself standing in a grand hallway, surrounded by his siblings, their faces etched with grief.
They wept for their mother, unaware of the sacrifice she had made for him.
The news of her passing had been delivered with cruel swif, a sudden illness that had left them all reeling.
As the scenes unfolded, Eden's emotions careened out of control.
He saw himself lashing out, his fists flying as he clashed with others.
His anger was a palpable thing, a living, breathing entity that consumed him whole.
He was a force to be reckoned with, and those around him trembled in his wake.
One scene played out in vivid detail: Eden standing over a cowering guard, his sword raised high.
The guard's eyes were wide with fear, and Eden's face was twisted in a snarl.
He was a hair's breadth from delivering the killing blow when something stayed his hand.
Other scenes flickered to life: Eden's hands roaming over the curves of an un willing maid, their bodies entwined in a passionate, if fleeting, union.
But the pleasure was short-lived, as his twin burst into the room, a look of disgust on her face.
Eden's memories blurred together, a chaotic jumble of emotions and experiences.
He saw himself wandering the empty halls of his family's estate, searching for something to fill the void left by his mother's passing.
He was a ship without anchor, lost at sea, and unable to find his way back to shore.
Aurora, his elder sister, was a distant memory, a figure he cherished and revered. But even she had left him, taking a position as a professor at the academy.
Eden felt abandoned, left to navigate the treacherous waters of his own emotions.
As the scenes continued to unfold, Eden's world became increasingly distorted.
His relationships with those around him were strained, his behavior erratic.
He was a powder keg, waiting to ignite, and those around him walked on eggshells, never knowing when he would lash out next.
The memories came faster, a kaleidoscope of color and sound that threatened to overwhelm him.
Eden's grip on reality began to slip, and he felt himself becoming lost in the maelstrom of his own emotions.