Chapter 1:

Identical Separation

A three-year-old Korean ran through the Dojo. His shoulder-length red hair was being combed in the wind. His small training GI pants were stretched against his small legs. The short training shirt flowed with the strong air. He slid down the corridor sideways and almost fell. He caught the edge of the doorframe. He hurriedly got up and opened the door. He quietly poked his small head though the crack he had made by opening the door slightly. As he looked in he knew that he should never disturb his master's mediation but he looked anyway. Strange he didn't see anyone. Suddenly he looked down and saw a pair of feet with blue training guards on. He slowly looked up to see his master's curious face.

"Heh...heh...." The little boy tried to turn around and run off but the strong man caught him by his shirt and pulled him into the room. The little boy sat on the mat and looked at the large man.

"How many times-" His master started, but the little boy interrupted him,

"But Master Baek-" The man turned and looked at him.

"Hwoarang...." he warned.

"But-"

"Hwoarang....."

"But it's important-"

"Really?" The man said crouching down to look him in the eyes. "Go on." Hwoarang nodded,

"I found something."

"Ok....What did you find?"

"That's the problem, Master." His master shook his head. "It moves. I never saw anything like it."

"Really? Show me." The large brown haired man followed Hwoarang outside and off a little ways left of the Dojo. He led him towards a small bunch of bushes. He made a little part in the bushes and gestured for his master to come closer. Baek bent down and was surprised to see the smallest bundle he's ever seen in his life. For a minute he too was confused at what it was.

"Master, what is it?" Hwoarang asked. Baek shook his head slightly and reached out to touch it. Suddenly it started to wiggle and squirm. Baek took it and opened the bundle. His face was struck with surprise.

"Hwoarang, this....this is a baby." He told the boy. He showed Hwoarang.

"A baby..." He whispered as he reached out to touch it. At the same time the baby reached out for Hwoarang. Baek held the frail baby gently,

"Yes, a baby. A gift."

"Master...." Hwoarang said, not taking his gaze from the child.

"Yes?" Baek answered.

"Is it a boy?" Hwoarang looked at him. Baek turned his back for a second and then turned back around.

"No, Hwoarang. It's a girl."

"A girl?" Hwoarang said. he looked a bit disappointed but his face suddenly brightened.

"Master! Can we keep her?" he asked. Baek thought for a moment and decided.

"Yes, Young Talon, we will keep her." Hwoarang jumped happily as the walked back to the Dojo.

"Master, can I name her?" He asked.

"We shall name her together,.....as a family." Hwoarang suggested names the whole time they walked back. They finally decided as the walked back into the Dojo.

"Kaziya" Hwoarang said.

"Kazi-ya?" Baek said.

"No...Kaz-eye-ya." he sounded it out.

"Very well then. Kaziya it is." Baek said satisfied.

………………Four years later …………………

A seven-year-old red headed boy sat on the edge of the harbor docks. It was dark but he wasn't afraid. He sat next to the four year old red headed Kaziya. They both sat there laughing and telling jokes.

"And there was this fish who had all these spikes on him, that the whole school of fish wouldn't let him in 'cause they said he was a weapon and told him to leave his skin at home." She said, Hwoarang and Kaziya both burst out laughing at their childlike joke. As the laughter died down a bit Hwoarang replied,

"Hey Kazi?" Kaziya looked at him. "Why did Master make us take a blood test? What is a blood test?" Kazi shrugged her shoulders,

"I donno.." Hwoarang pulled his legs up and hugged them from the chilly breeze. Kazi suddenly screamed. Hwoarang grabbed her and held her close. He looked up to see two North Korean soldiers walking towards them. Kazi grasped Hwoarang's shirt and he hugged her tightly.

"What do you want?" He demanded as he stood up. They came closer. He told her to let go and stood in front of her to protect her. When they took a step closer to them he leapt into the air trying to kick them but one of them just caught his foot and threw him back. He knew he couldn't fight them. He grabbed Kazi and held her close. One of the soldiers tried to take Kazi. He eventually ripped the poor girl from Hwoarang's arms and threw him backwards. They hurriedly got into their jeep and started to drive off. Baek came from the opposite way and tried to catch the jeep. As soon as he was within range the soldier that wasn't driving shot Baek in his leg. He couldn't chase them any more and they drove off in to the distance leaving nothing but Kazi's sorrowful and frightful screams. Hwoarang ran up to Baek breathing heavily,

"Master-"

"Hwoarang, listen carefully." In all of his confusion Hwoarang nodded as Baek continued,

"Kazi is your sister-"

"I know Master-"

"No. She is your sister by blood." Baek said gritting his teeth and not letting any further pain show, "And whatever you do when you grow up, find her. Do every thing in your power to find her. Together you two will do great and powerful things. Promise me. Promise her." He said grasping Hwoarang's shoulders. Hwoarang saw fright, seriousness, love, and all his urgency and strength in his eyes. Hwoarang was scared but found his voice and promised to his master and his sister. Hwoarang was always close to Kazi. They could always feel each other's emotional and physical feelings. Sometimes they were like twins. One could tell what the other was thinking. They even liked the same things. They were like twins. They were identical.........