So, I got this idea while I was playing DMC 3, and I thought it would be interesting to write about Dante's and Vergil's past. I'm writing it in three parts, following the line of The Soulforge, Dragonlance Chronicles, and Dragonlance Legends. Sorry if this seems really random, but I promise it will get better!

I do not own Devil May Cry or Dragonlance, or any characters associated with either series (sad face).

Chapter 1

The young Majere twins stood quietly at a distance, watching people moving furniture into a house that had just recently been built. The twins' older sister, Kitiara, had allowed the four-year-olds to watch after Caramon insisted they meet the new family.

"Fine, you and Raistlin can go," Kitiara had replied to his badgering, "but stay out of trouble and don't bother anyone." With that, the twins had set off for the sight, Caramon happily chatting away.

"Do you think they have any kids?" Caramon asked Raistlin.

"Who knows," Raistlin responded, not caring either way. Even if there were children, they would most likely be more inclined to make friends with Caramon.

When they arrived, Caramon pointed eagerly at the lawn below the house. He was delighted to see not one, but two children, both relatively close to the Majere twins in age.

"That must be them! Come on Raist!" Caramon said excitedly, heading for the stairs. As they got closer, they could see that the boys were also twins. Both boys looked exactly the same, with silver hair that almost hung in their piercing blue eyes.

The only difference between them was the way they acted. One boy glanced around curiously, shifted his weight ever few seconds, and fidgeted constantly. The other boy was more calm, standing perfectly still with his arms crossed and a look of disinterest on his face.

The fidgeting boy looked up and smiled in relief and excitement as Caramon and Raistlin approached.

"Hey, Verg, check it out! We're not the only twins!" he said to his brother, who turned to look at the two approaching boys. The first boy's smile widened, and Caramon grinned back broadly. Raistlin watched them both and imagined they both looked like fools.

"Name's Dante," the boy said. Pointing his thumb over his shoulder, he said, "That's my brother Vergil." The other boy, Vergil, rolled his eyes at his brother's pointing out the obvious.

"I'm Caramon. This is Raistlin," Caramon introduced. "So, where are you from?"

Dante bit his lip nervously and looked back at Vergil, who replied, "Far from here."

"Like, Haven? Or Solamnia maybe?" Caramon guessed.

"Further than that," Dante said.

"It's none of your business anyway," Vergil snapped.

"Aww, c'mon, Verg, can't we tell them?" Dante argued.

"You heard what father said. No one can know," Vergil said. Dante's shoulders slumped and he turned and gave the Majere twins a look of apology.

"That's alright. If we don't need to know, we won't make you tell us. Right, Caramon?" Raistlin said, turning to Caramon, who had been about to argue.

"Right," Caramon said, subdued.

"I see you two are making friends already," a woman said to Dante and Vergil as she walked toward the boys. She was a beautiful woman, with long golden hair and stunning blue eyes like those of the boys'.

Dante nodded and smile enthusiastically, while Vergil resumed his former stance and said nothing.

"I'm Caramon Majere, ma'am, and this is my brother Raistlin. We're twins," Caramon said proudly.

"I can see that," the woman said kindly, smiling gently at both boys. "It's nice to see that my sons are making friends. Goodness knows they need at least a bit of a normal life." Turning to her sons, she said, "Your father wants you to get ready for your lesson."

"What? A lesson? But we just got here!" Dante said, downcast. Vergil was about to speak when a voice behind them caused them to start.

"Just because we've just moved in, it doesn't excuse you from another lesson. You're both behind as it is." The man that spoke was a tall, impressive being. His face looked to be carved from marble, and his long silver hair was swept back from his brow. His clothing, a rich purple in color, made him look like royalty.

Dante looked down and dug the toe of his shoe into the dirt. Brightening suddenly, he looked up and said, "Can Caramon and Raistlin stay?" The man glanced at the Majere twins. Caramon swallowed and shifted nervously under the man's imposing gaze, while Raistlin stood motionless, looking back at the man curiously. He couldn't tell, but there seemed to be some inhuman quality to the man.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt," the man said after a moment of consideration. Turning to Dante and Vergil, he said, "Get your equipment and meet back here." He then turned to the woman and said, "Eva, are you going to have a look inside?"

The woman, Eva, nodded and replied, "Of course I am, dear."

"Come on," Dante beckoned to Caramon and Raistlin as he and Vergil headed up the stairway to their new home. The Majere twins followed them into the house, awed by how big it was compared to their own.

"Vergil, Dante, you know which room you're going to, right?" Eva said behind them as she stepped inside.

"Of course, mother," Vergil said.

"It's built a lot like our old house, so at least we know where everything is," Dante explained as he and Vergil led them to the second floor.

"What kind of lessons are you learning?" Raistlin asked.

"Sword fighting," Dante said as Vergil opened the door to what appeared to be a large closet. Caramon's eyes widened as they stepped into the room. Mounted on the walls were weapons of all kinds, mainly swords, but a few other kinds as well.

"These are all yours?" Caramon asked in amazement.

"They're our father's," Vergil said, lifting two weighted wooden swords off the floor and throwing one to Dante.

"Two of 'em are gonna be ours, though," Dante said. He pushed a curtain back, revealing two swords mounted to the wall behind it. One of the swords was an abnormally large longsword, the ornate hilt shaped in the form of a grinning skull. The other sword was smaller, the blade much thinner and with only one edge. The hilt was simple, wrapped in blue and white cloth in a way that formed a diamond pattern.

"That one'll be mine," Dante said, pointing to the larger sword.

"Can you really lift it?" Caramon asked.

"A little bit, but I can only hold it for a couple minutes until I have to put it down," Dante said.

"A couple minutes? I couldn't hold that for three seconds!" Caramon exclaimed.

"Come on, Dante, stop wasting time," Vergil said, pushing past his brother and leaving the room without waiting for the others. Dante stuck his tongue out Vergil's back as he followed. Caramon chuckled lightly as he and Raistlin followed as well.

Their father waited for them down in the grass, along with, to Caramon and Raistlin's surprise, Kitiara, who was tapping her foot impatiently as the four boys approached.

"There you two are. I've been looking all over for you," Kitiara said impatiently to her brothers.

"Sorry, Kit, we got a little distracted," Caramon said, "but Dante and Vergil are learning to sword fight and their father said we could watch."

"I know, he told me," Kit said. "I'll let you stay until they're done, but then you have to come right home. Got it?"

"Got it!" Caramon said happily, grinning broadly.

"Actually, I think I might stay too. This could be interesting," Kit said, crossing her arms and watching the two silver-haired boys.

Much of the lesson consisted of their father going over past lessons and making sure they could demonstrate the techniques they had learned. Nothing interesting happened until the end, when their father decided it was time for a sparring session. Both boys looked thrilled at this and prepared their stances.

The match began with a nod of their father's head. The boys rushed at each other and the clack of their wooden swords filled the air. Caramon watched, wide-eyed with interest. Raistlin watched indifferently, not seeing the appeal his brother found in swordsmanship. Kitiara watched with interest as well, rubbing her chin thoughtfully.

Both boys were equally matched in battle. The two seemed to almost anticipate each other's next move, and every blow was successfully parried. The match ended when Vergil swung his sword up, jarring Dante's sword from his hands and sending it flying, while the blade of Vergil's wooden sword rested on Dante's collar bone.

"You lose again, Dante," Vergil said smugly. Dante glowered at his brother and backed away from him. Both boys panted heavily.

"You cannot allow your guard to falter, Dante," their father scolded. "That is why you lose. You become too confident." Dante looked down to avoid his father's eyes.

"That was some impressive swordsmanship," Kitiara said, "How long have they been learning?"

"Since they were old enough to walk," the boys' father said.

"Like I said, impressive." Holding out a gloved hand, Kit said, "Kitiara uth Matar. I'm Caramon and Raistlin's half-sister."

"Sparda," the man said, taking her hand and shaking it firmly.

"Welcome to the neighborhood, Sparda," Kit replied, ushering Caramon and Raistlin back home.

"We'll see you around sometime, right?" Dante called after them. Caramon looked back with a smile and nodded.

If you managed to make it this far, thank you for reading! Feel free to leave a review and let me know if I need to make any improvements.