That is... Destiny gone awry, a tale of twin sisters seperated by the hand of man.
In Clophill, England, a woman gave birth to twin girls during a total lunar eclipse. The prophesized time had arrived. The Golden Witch had been born. The twins grandfather had been waiting for this exact moment, planning for this exact moment. This exact moment was the culmination of centuries of careful, precise manipulation of humans, global affairs and fate. The babies openened their eyes, strangely silent for new borns. One had eyes of an aqua blue, the other a violet purple. Destiny had use for but one of the girls. Which one would be the one to survive?
Their grandfather departed, heading back to his ancient castle in Germany, and the girls grew up normally. Alessa had her father's blond hair and light eyes, a stubborn attitude she could have inherited from either of her parents, an inquisitive mind her father insisted she got from him and a sharp tongue that he insisted she got from her mother. She was very much an inside girl. Her favourite pastimes in her early childhood were drawing and looking at picture books, which turned into reading by the age of five. Despite her apparent intellect, Alessa was a clutz. If she could fall over something, she would. Black and blue bruises marred her pale skin from falls down steps, up steps and over mats and tiles. Despite her stubborn nature, she was quick to cry when she was hurt.
Brigitte's face looked similar to Alessa's, heart-shaped with a sloped nose, but her mother's dark hair and dark blue eyes were passed on to her. Like her sister, she was stubborn, but that's where the likeness ended. Brigitte was a tomboy. Athletic, loud and energetic, she would rather be kicking a ball around outside with the boys than stuck inside doing something boring like looking at a book. Brigitte was not a girl to take things standing down. If a boy teased her or said something about Alessa, she'd beat them up; most of the time the boy would come out the worse. The sisters argued the way all siblings do. Bouts of hair pulling, name calling, pinching and punching happened once every few days, but they cared about eachother, and were very close through their younger years.
Underneath the azure sky, surrounded by the verdant countryside, those days seemed like they could last forever.