In the green grass of Yorkshire, England sits a warm and welcoming cabin. The cabin is quiet large and the lights inside glowed in the dark night. The cabin sits on top of a field of fresh grass, a coral is located behind it, filled with strange horses. Inside the home twin teenage boys sit at the kitchen table, both look exhausted, but neither move to go to bed. The one to the right has curls of ginger, a pale face full of freckles, and blueberry eyes. The one to the left has black waves, tan skin, and emerald green eyes. In the background the twins can hear screams of a woman from the room behind them. There's also the sound of another woman's calming voice and a man's curses.
Hours past until finally the screaming stops and the sound of a crying baby is heard. The door of the room opens, the twins turning and looking up at the one whom opened the door. The woman is sweaty, her black hair in a messy bun, and inside her arms is a baby wrapped in a pink blanket. "Is she okay?" The twin to the right, the one with the red hair, asks.
"She'll be okay once we get her some food." The woman tells the boy. "But the mother..." The twins can just make out a pale woman laying in the bed, her blue eyes wide open, and her golden hair sprawled across the pillows. They also can make out two blue wings, but before they can truly get a good look at them a man steps out of the room, blocking their view.
"You don't need to see that." The man says. He has ginger curls like the young boy, the same blue eyes, but he is tan with freckles.
"Papa, what's going to happen to the baby?" The twin to the left, the dark haired one, asks.
"Her father is dead and her mother just past." The man sighs. "She's part witch, but with what's going on in the world right now..." His eyes went to his wife, her eyes telling him not to say too much in front of the boys. "It's safer if she stays with us."
"We're getting a sister?" The redhead twin asks as he gets up and looks at the baby. The baby has the same blue wings as the woman in the other room, but the twins can now make out the wings better. The wings are a deep royal blue, black outlining them, and they were almost as big as the baby.
"Why does she have wings?" The dark haired twin asks.
"What's wrong with her?" The other asks.
"She looks like an angel." The first one smiles.
"She's part fairy part witch." Their mother tells them. "She'll learn to hide the wings in time, but for now we must keep her a secret. Halflings are endanger out in this world." The twins smile at each other as they take in the baby.
"We will protect her with our life." The redhead whispers.
"Our baby sister." The other agrees.