Okay, this is actually my first shot of creating a serious, OC-based story totally from the plain scratch. The characters here are Christopher and Evelyn, and they are twins (hope you don't think they're Mary sues or what…). There may be some things appearing; like cameos from some other animes and such.

Warning: expect some off – the – trail characters, like someone learned skills from the job of different races, but I do have a reason for that… and they'll hardly ever appear (for some sake of cameos… duh)

And let's get on to the story; hope this one's beginning is acceptable.

They were supposed to have a peaceful trip to a mountain that day. It was supposed to be a special study trip to bid farewell for the graduating seniors. The two of them, Evelyn and Christopher, were playing around near the perimeter of a cliff when the young girl suddenly slipped…

And that changes their life since.

As the male tried to save her by grabbing the hand, he couldn't hold the weight… and so they fell off together from the steep crag.

At those seconds of falling down with breakneck speed, they prayed for their life, clinging to each other.

But as their classmates and teacher looked down from the peak to the slope where they are supposed to fell on… nobody was there. No signs of blood or even traces of someone falling down upon it.

Children trembled in fear, and the teachers were caught in shock as the blood they were looking for was further down the chasm.

They wouldn't have survived in that condition.

Chapter 1

Are we… dead?

The twins woke up in complete darkness. The land they were stepping on wasn't even visible, but pale green orbs illuminated the air as they fly about as if fireflies in the forest.

They walked in a straight line, finding nothing but the spheres around them flashing about in tempo.

"Poor, poor, little children…"

When they're panicked they still held into each other; every one of them wondering about the source of the voice that seemed to be coming out of nowhere. The older one of the twin turned her head in a fruitless effort of knowing where the sound did come from. Desperate, she called out loudly, "What are you talking about? Do you mean… we are dead?"

The voice didn't answer the question asked towards it. Rather than talking, a lake appeared in front of them, the green orbs glowing above it made the puddle of water quite bright enough. As Christopher peered in with curiosity, he suddenly retreated, fear practically written all over his face. His sister Evelyn also looked, and exactly the same reaction against what had the small pond reflected in its clear waters.

They really are dead.

The twins stared to the water yet again, and found their lifeless body covered with blood. Still in uniform and backpack on them, and their corpses are being eaten by hungry crows.

"Do you want to live?" the exact same voice as before, an alluring one from undoubtedly a lady.

"What?" the more outward one, Evelyn, asked, not sure which direction she has to face. She wasn't deaf; and it's not like she didn't heard the question at all, but the sound of it was kind of unbelievable. They were dead, and he/she/whatever the one who spoke is has just proven it, and now they were given the offer of life?

"I ask once again, do you want to live?" as the voice echoed, a soft wind blew and brushed through the siblings' face.

"Who won't want to live?" Evelyn asked, rather rushed because she didn't even ask for her brother's opinion.

"A life out of your world; you might change from your former self, you know?" the voice asked again.

Meanwhile Evelyn was getting pretty pissed off. The voice has only been asking questions, and not answering every bit of questions she threw at it?

"…" Christopher had been standing in shock since he saw himself in the reflection. "Why not? If we can change reality; if we can go back into living…" actually his eyes were filled up full with tears. The thoughts of his friend he will never be able to meet again spooks him so.

"If you wanted it to be, then so be it…" the voice spoke again, for the first time not asking a question to the children. The inky black space began to gradually brighten up.

"Wait a second" Evelyn interrupted. "Do what you want; but if you put the two of us apart, I'll make sure that I'll chase you to the end of the world. Be prepared."

"As you wish, then" the voice replied, rather softly. "I'm the granter of wishes, after all. But if the story ends… your time will be up"

Questions still bugged her head as the green orbs started to turn dim and then disappear one by one. What will happen to them next? And what is that voice meaning about a story? What does it also means about their time?

By that time it hat turned completely white, and yet again they had lost their consciousness.

-The City of Moorabella-

A moogle juggler just had his lunch of stewed dreamhare when he walked up on the streets and saw a rather noisy commotion. Well, who thought in what they say was the most educated city there are still uneducated people that cause commotions like that ones… well, better not get involved in it, but maybe a nice watching could prove to be fun. Curiosity pokes him on and on anyway, what could've caused such uproar?

Climbing the stairs that is a little bit too big he had to jump on each step, he looked at the world below him. A Hume… and a Gria in strange clothes are getting bullied by some Bangaas and Nu Mous over god knows what. That's until his ears that were covered in the clown-like hat caught some certain words…

Dogs…and Lizards.

If they're trying to joke, it has gone way too far. Well, for this time he had to do things that he sometimes hates to do. Picking a card from his bag, he shot the meant thing stabbing into the ground. It was effective for distracting those two Bangaas and one Nu Mou into turning their enraged faces into him.

"What're you doing, moogle? You heard yourselves what these little pranksters have said!" the Nu Mou said still in a bit of agitation.

A smile, much into a devilish one, managed its way into the juggler's painted face. Little pranksters, huh? I'll show what it means about a little prankster. Scarlet-gloved hands reaching to backpack, the yellow-furred moogle pulled out three multi-colored rings and shot each one to every member of the rampaging trio. Having everyone there sealed for sure, he called out something that nobody would have expected.

"Help, kupo! Help me, kupo!" he said in an utmost adorable manner. In a split second the town watch had already been rushing to help.

"What's up?" the muscle-and-fat bound Seeq asked "Bad guys after ya, wee moogle?"

"That's right, kupo!" the purple pom-pomed juggler said still keeping his cute looks with gleaming eyes. "These kupopo people are after the three of us, kupo! They asked us for a kupo amount of Gil and threatened to beat the kupo out of us if we don't want to give it, kupo! Please, kupo. They had been beating my two friends, kupo!"

The Seeq didn't even take his time to think before swallowing the pure lie the moogle had put on him. Violet skin moving as the pig-like creature grabbed the 'outlaw' by the collar ready to fling them into the dreadful slammer. The Lanista turned his fat- covered head into the moogle with a smile;

"If ye got to trouble again, give a call, aye?" and with that the Lanista went off with his two Bangaa underling, each dragging the poor

"Sure, I will kupo you if there's problem!" The moogle said with a really wide, innocent -looking smile which, after the Seeq turned his head against him, turned into an extremely devilish one. That's something you should call a little prankster's work. . Then he turned into the two confused teenagers.

"I don't know where you're from, kupo. But if you call a Bangaa a lizard, you're in for some kupo trouble" he said, looking a bit concerned about those youths whose face looks much alike.

"Uh, thanks…" the Gria spoke first, bowing deeply. "To tell the truth, I don't even know what's happening right here…"

"Kupo, you don't know? You really sure you don't know anything about what's going on, kupo?" the juggler is now highly confused. What are they doing in the middle of a city wearing such clothes, anyway? And that Gria was like she was wearing a Hume's clothes from the way the clothes were ripped nicely for the wings and the tail to come out.

"Eh, we don't know about anything…" the Hume spoke in such a way like he was being overly polite to the moogle.

Now the moogle's violet eyes are staring into the young boy's deep emerald ones. After a minute of silence, the short creature let out a deep sigh.

"Okay, I believe, kupo. Since you don't have any kupo clues about what is going on before, I also believe that you must have no kupo idea at all about where is this, let's just conclude that you two have kupo into some kind of amnesia" the yellow-furred kupo-ing creature spoke by himself. Then without the confirmation from any of those youngsters, he dragged those children to the pub…

And the extremely confused adolescents obeyed like loyal puppies, following him. They had no idea about what's going on and where the hell it is, so maybe what that plush doll said was right, better pretend as if they had lost their memories than getting beat up by god knows what.

And better not call him a plush doll before knowing what exactly he is.

Well, that covers prologue and chapter 1. Rather short, isn't it? I promise later chapters will be longer, but it might take a lot more time than it should have with shorter chapters. If I may ask, which are better, longer chapters or faster updates? Please tell me via PM or Review, because I'll need that for sure.

Again, for a writer it's better to have a few feedbacks than a lot of readers. I highly appreciate those who reviews and try to give a proper reply; so thanks for reading! –Smiles-