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We were born in Italy, when the Roman empire was collapsing. Our mother died after we were born and our father died during a battle. We were raised by our grandfather who was ruler of Rome at the time. Until Germania invaded the Roman Empire. I remember our grandfather telling us it was alright and they would go away and he would always be there for us. My brother didn't believe him but I did. I remember getting into fights with my brother about that. Me an my brother were royal. We always had servants do what ever we wanted although we were only three. One day my brother watched my grandfather die. The Germanians had killed him. I wasn't in the room when that happened. They didn't kill us though. They thought since we were young and we could barely walk, meant hat we could never remember our past lives. But they were wrong. We could very well remember every thing that happened that day. But since they didn't think we could, they gave us to a family of peasants that had lost two of their children long ago. My brother didn't mind them though. We were raised there until our tenth birthday. That's when an evading enemy came into our land and destroyed it along with many others. The kind family had died trying to save us. We were hid until Germania drove them out. We had to rebuild everything.. Just me and brother... Once we had finally finished everything we were asked to go to the adoption center.. We turned them down so we didn't have to lose each other. We were all we had left now. We were required to marry at age 14 but they didn't force us after everything we had gone through.. They gave us 10 more years... We ended up raising our self's to do the things we were or weren't thought. I would stick near the house and do house work like cook, clean, tend to the garden and animals. Brother would be out in the field, plowing, harvesting and picking the weeds. Sometimes I would help. We would take turned every day fetching the bucket of water. It was tiring work.. But brother would work harder. Each day he would come home tired and hungry. Sadly we didn't have much to eat since we didn't have much land and most of the food would go to our lord or other peasants. Sometimes I would give some or all of our share to him. He would thank me of my sacrifice. I got sick easy from doing that.. But I was alright. I would always heal each time.. And it was a good sacrifice since once again.. He worked a lot harder then me.
((Arthur's note: I made this up after history class since we were learning about Germania. Sorry for my grammar if it sucks))