A/N: Violetmoon: Can I point out that was one intense ass chapter.

Me: It sure was man.

Violetmoon: Just out of curiosity, am I dead?

Me: Oh, you'll just have to see my darling . . . . Like, right now.

*HUGE HUGE APOLIGIZES FOR NON-UPDATES! I'VE BEEN CRAMPING FOR CHEMISTRY TESTS (I'm not doing so well in that class) AND MY INTERNET HAS BEEN FUNNY. AGAIN, A MILLION SORRYS!*

Story of the Twins

At first everything was blurry. All I could make out was a dark brown. Then, slowly, my vision cleared up to reveal a wood ceiling. A fire was crackling somewhere, but I didn't have the strength to look around. I really didn't have the strength to do anything. I felt utterly useless.

There was a rich smells of herbs and spices in the air. I recognized a few that my mother-Mama! My chest heaved up and down as I tried to at least strain my neck to turn. But the pain was too great. I cried when my head twitched just a centimeter.

"Shhh."

A warm hand gently touched my arm, soft enough for me not to flinch. It was soothing feeling, touch I've felt before.

"Mother Gana?" I could barely say that, even my lips were too weak to speak.

Another soft hush came, but it wasn't from Mother Gana. From the corner of my eye, I could see a head of bright red hair. I couldn't help but smile. "Mary."

Mary smiled back down at me. "Yes, yes it's me." In her hands she had a small cup. Steam rose from it. She placed the cup to my mouth. "Drink," she said, tipping it to my lips.

I slurped up the potion. After swallowing it, and allowing it to settle in my stomach for a minute, I could feel strength starting to build back inside me. As the strength came back, I slowly sat up, flinching at the pain from my cuts.

Mother Gana and Mary helped me to sit up, placed their hands gently on my arms and back. Mary helped me sit up against the wall, while Mother Gana gave me another cup of the potion.

As I took the cup from her hands, I began to take in my surroundings. I was sitting in what appeared to be a living room, kitchen, and bedroom all in the same room. Both the floor and the ceiling were made from wood. Far in the back of the room was a stone fireplace, a few pots sitting by the open fire.

Basically the house looked like it belonged to a Wiccan who decided to disjoin human society. Well, looks like I found out what the inside of Mother Gana's house looks like. I'm not gonna lie, it looked rather cozy.

Mother Gana sat down next to me. "Violetmoon. . ."

I sucked in air. The way she said it, my name, I knew she was trying to tell me something I wasn't going to like.

I touched her arm. "Mother Gana whatever it is, just spill it out now."

"Are you sure?" A worried look came on Mother Gana's face.

I nodded. "Positive."

Mother Gana exchanged a look with Mary. She looked back to me. "Violetmoon . . . . your parents are dead."

A piercing wail shot out of my throat like I had just been stabbed. I fell into Mother Gana's arms bailing like a child.

"They can't they can't!" I screamed.

Mother Gana rubbed her skinny hand up and down my back trying to comfort me. "I'm so sorry Violetmoon. It was Kiara . . . . she thought if she went to your parents, then somehow she might be able to find you."

"That bitch!" Anger bubbled up in me so much I thought I might explode. "Why then? Why did she kill them!"

"That's what Kiara does," Mother Gana explained.

Mary nodded. "It doesn't matter what you do, she'll end up killing you in the end."

"That's why so many evil spirits fear her."

"Her morals are low to the point where she doesn't even have any-"

"Violetmoon are you alright?"

My head felt fuzzy and hot. I could feel waves of tears pouring down my cheeks now. I left so that she couldn't find the people I love, so that she wouldn't hurt them. But she did. That heartless bitch did! Guilt formed in my stomach and I suddenly had the urge to throw up.

"It's amazing how she differs from her sister," Mother Gana suddenly said.

My emotions were zapped and I suddenly wanted to know more of this. "Say what! There's another one of those things?"

Mary patted my arm. "You got it all wrong Violetmoon."

"What?" I was beyond confused.

"Kiara's sister is the complete and total opposite of Kiara."

"It's funny," Mother Gana said, with a little laughter.

"What is?" I felt like I might explode with questions. "Who's her sister?"

"You've actually already met her," Mother Gana said.

I furrowed my brows in confusion for a minute, then raised them again. "No! That other girl, Elena?"

"Alena."

"Alena? She's Kiara's sister?"

Mary nodded. "Shocking yes. Too all Spirits, both evil and good, it fascinating how two girls from the same womb can become such opposites."

"Wait." I held up a hand. "The same womb? Like, born together?"

Mary and Mother Gana exchanged glances. Mother Gana looked at me. "Perhaps it's better if you don't know."

I scowled. "Mother Gana, last time you deprived me of information, I ended up going to the Dark Forest to find it. You really want me to look for answers about Kiara?"

That seemed to get her. She let out a frustrated huff. "Kiara and Alena are not only sisters . . . . they're twins. And not only twins, but half-Spirits as well."

My eyes widened. Those two girls, the two I thought were two of the most powerful Spirits I've ever seen, were not only twins, but half-Spirits like me? Well, now there were no surprises left in this world.

"I sense there's a story behind all this." I smiled my cute baby smile, pretty much signaling them to tell me it.

Mother Gana rolled her eyes. "Same old Violetmoon. When will your greed for knowledge subside?"

I shrugged. "Probably never."

Mother Gana looked at Mary. "You tell her." She waved her hand. "I'm tired of being the living textbook."

Mary scooted next to, making herself comfortable. "Yes, Kiara and Alena are twin sisters and half-Spirits. Their story dates back to . . . . well . . . . Ancient Greece."

"Damn!" I couldn't help it. That's a really long time.

Mary nodded. "And they don't look a day over sixteen. Well anyway, the time was Ancient Greece. There was a small city-state called Talens-non-existent now because to destroyed when Rome conquered. But back then it was a small kingdom by the ocean ruled by a noble king. The king had five strong sons, and one beautiful daughter, Titaia. She had beautiful olive-toned skin, and long brown hair, and a pair of eyes as green as the valleys of Greece. She was every man's desire, but there was one man who truly desired her. Melkilo."

My mouth dropped. "You're kidding me? Melkilo? The Spirit?"

With a sigh, Mary nodded. "We all warned him it would be dangerous to deal with royalty, but Melkilo was stubborn. Almost as stubborn as a sack of bones I know." She cocked her head over to Mother Gana, who was sitting by the fireplace reading a book. She looked up and saw us giggling at her. Then she narrowed her eyes to Mary. "Finish the story or I'll finish you."

Mary stifled her giggles and continued. "So yeah, Melkilo was in love-a popular trend we were beginning to see in the spirit world. He went down to Talens disguised as poet and managed to snag a performance at the palace. That's where he was able to meet Titaia. She was beautiful in her green and white tunic, her hair up with gold clippings and silver necklaces and bracelets on her. It was love at first sight. Their eyes met, and at was it. For months they met secretly in the gardens, in disguise at the marketplace, took romantic night strolls on the beach. I won't lie; they had a very strong love for each other. It seemed powerful enough to break even an evil spirit's curse.

"But it Melkilo was bound to Spirit duties no matter what. Trouble was brewing with the evil spirits, calling all Spirits on earth back to the spirit world to help. Titaia wept on the side of the river the morning she found the good-bye note from Melkilo. She cried for two reasons. One, she loved Melkilo very deeply and was hurt that he left without even as much as a goodbye. Two, she was pregnant.

"One could imagine her father didn't take the news of her pregnancy very well. In fact, he didn't take it well at all. Embarrassed and ashamed by his daughter's actions, he banished her from Talens, exiling her far into the countryside. Titaia did as she was told and went out to live in exile. She was offered a young slave girl to help her, but after being taught to have good morals towards other living things, she let the young slave go and lived by herself.

"The birth of her daughters almost killed Titaia. Keep in mind that the former princess was no more that sixteen years old at the time. After almost dying in birth, Titaia gave birth to two beautiful, identical twin girls. Their names were Rhea and Ianthe. She was overjoyed by the arrival of her daughters, and only wished that their father could see how beautiful they were. But Melkilo did see their faces, from the spirit world. Unfortunately, one of the head leaders of the Spirits was destroyed in a fight, and it was decided that Melkilo would take his place. He could never return to earth and visit his love or his daughters. I can only imagine the pain his must've gone through every day.

"Titaia raised her daughters in the country. They grew to look exactly like their mother, but with hazel eyes. As time passed, the young mother noticed that despite how they looked alike, the two had very different personalities. Rhea was tough and strong. She took on jobs that neither her sister nor mother would do, like hunting, for her mother or sister could never kill a live animal. Ianthe was a softer child. She liked to grow plants and flowers, and use herbs to create medicine or potions that she would use to help her mom or sister. Titaia tried to raising them with the same moral she had learned from Melkilo. Ianthe had no problem grasping them, where as Rhea didn't seem to care much. But the girls were only eleven at the time, so Titaia figured eventually they would stick with Rhea.

"But Titaia never got another chance to teach. New diseases from the Roman invasions were spreading through Greece. The girls, being half-Spirits, couldn't get these diseases, they were immune to them. But their mother wasn't. Pretty soon, Titaia caught ill, and died three months before the girls' birthday.

"Now, two orphans had no one but themselves to care for them. They left the only place they had ever known, and journeyed out to find a new home, which they did . . . . in Sparta. The two girls were extremely naïve. When they arrived to state Sparta, they were shocked by the civilization their mother never showed them. Unfortunately, they arrived at Sparta during the city's final days. Following their arrival was a huge invasion of Roman troops. The girls were taken prisoners. I think you can draw a map of the horrors two young beautiful Greek girls would face at the hands of Romans. Well, I can assure they did.

"The girls were taken as sex slaves from the Roman soldiers. The captain of the troops however saw them to be worth much more than just entertainment for soldiers. In his eyes, they belonged to a politician or even the great Caesar himself. So he sent them to Rome, where they would be auctioned off. And so, that's what happened. The girls were taken to Rome. On their way to Rome however, they began to notice strange things. They could move things without touching them. They could make people do thing without saying anything. Sometimes they could even read a person's mind just by looking at them. Ianthe simply ignored these things. But not Rhea. She had discovered a new power, and planned to use it to someone bring justice for herself, her sister, and her mother.

"When they arrived to Rome, they were immediately sold off, to an old council man. He bought Rhea for himself and Ianthe for his young son. On the night the old council man brought Rhea into his bedroom, Rhea took this chance to try something she wanted to test out. Before the old wart could crawl on her, he suddenly felt like a knife was cutting into his arms. As he looked, he saw that some invisible force was sawing off his left arm. He died of fright that night.

"After escaping him, Rhea ran off to find her sister. Being twins, they could feel when the other twin needed help. Rhea could feel it pounding in her heart. But by the time she reached the son's house it was too late. He had already begun. She was caught by the guards who tried to get her out of the house, but she fought back, spitting in their faces and punching them. As punishment, they took her up to the room where her sister was and forced her to watch the entire rape of her sister. Then the guards held her down and did exactly what Rhea had stopped the old man from doing. Yes, they raped her too.

"Something snapped in Rhea that night. Something wild and dangerous was unleashed. After the whole thing, Rhea went wild and set the whole house on fire. Escaping with her sister, everyone-old, young, innocent, guilty-died. And Rhea felt no remorse for any of them. She was a stone monster now, a newly transformed Rhea, one that her mother hoped in the pit of her heart she would never become.

"Years past and Rhea had reached the full height of her powers, teaching her sister everything she knew. At the time, those two were the two most powerful half-Spirits in the world. But Rhea wanted more. She wanted to take down the enemy that killed her mother, raped her and her sister, and destroyed her once happy life. She was wanted revenge in cold blood. Luckily for her at the time, Rome was going through problems that were bringing down the civilization. She manages to round up a group of rebel and revolt against the government. She then asked her sister to join her and help in this movement, to use the powers they had to destroy this horrid place. But Ianthe saw it in her hazel eyes. She no longer saw her twin sister. Instead she saw a monster, who she knew must be stopped. She told the government of her sister's plans. Rhea was furious when she was arrested. Ianthe came to visit her in jail the day before Rhea was due to be executed. She told her it was for her own good and that she was sorry. But Rhea refused to hear it. She swore upon the grave of her mother, that she would never forgive Ianthe. She said, straight up to her face, 'You're no longer my sister.'

"The evil spirits had heard of this dark half-Spirit and decided to pay her a visit. They busted her from jail and took her to their dark underworld. At the time, the evil spirits were weak. Rhea decided to take advantage of these creatures. She tricked them into showing her all their secrets to their evil powers, so that she may learn it to. She even learned how to create new evil power. Rhea had reached a new level. She had died and been reborn with a dark, demon soul. And now she was ready to take revenge. And she was ready to do it was the leader of the evil spirits and the Underworld.

"Before returning to the human world, she changed her name to something that fit her new self. Kiara, meaning 'dark.' Her appearance also changed. After all those years living in the Underworld, her once olive skin had turned into a deadly pale color. And her beautiful once chestnut-brown hair was now blacker than the night sky.

"Upon her return to Rome, Kiara paid visit to her sister Ianthe, who actually moved one with her life. She tried to be as mortal as possible, sometimes forgetting she had powers, and ended up marrying a rich merchant. Her life was happy and well, until the day a tail pale skinned, black haired young woman came to her door, jabbing a knife into her chest. Just moments before death closed her eyes, she stared up at the murderer and recognized the hazel eyes of her sister.

"Now, half-Spirits, when they die, they souls are usually reborn into a new body. But Ianthe was so powerful that she was actually reborn as a Spirit in the spirit world. It was the most miraculous thing we've ever seen. From tiny little dust particles that circled the area, came together, and created a beautiful girl before us. We all called her Alena, meaning 'light.' Being reborn as a Spirit made Alena even more powerful than she was before. Every Spirit couldn't help but bow at this supreme power. And at that moment it decided. Alena became leader of the Spirits.

"Back on earth, Kiara was making a mess. She was using her powers to cause corruption throughout the entire Roman Empire. It took a hundred years, but she finally had weakened Rome. Her finally blow, was leading barbarians into the empire. The day she stood a hill, and watched as Rome was trashed and burn, and screams were yelled, and blood was spilled, little red specks formed around her pupil.

"After the Fall of Rome, Kiara continued her work by causing evil just everywhere she went. Death, sorrow, and blood fed to her immortality, as well as her growing army of evil spirits. Almost every violet war or revolution was caused by Kiara. Such terror and violence was like a drug to her, and she simply couldn't get enough. Of course she's met her sister on the battle field, but in the end, Alena seems to win, while Kiara gets away easily. But they can harm but never seem to kill each other. They are, and forever will be, sisters."

It took me a while to process this whole entire thing in my head. So I was right, there was a history between them, and a deep one at that. But if they're sister's . . . then they must still have the relationship somewhere right?

Mother Gana walked over to me. She placed a hand on my shoulder. "Child, are you alright?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it's just . . . I never suspected such a story like that. So that girl that helped me last night, she's leader of all the Spirits?"

Mother Gana raised an eyebrow. "Yeah she is. By the way Violetmoon, it hasn't been one night since then. It's been two weeks."

I jumped from the spot where I was sitting. "TWO WEEKS!"

Both the Spirits nodded.

"The clans!" They were the only thing on my mind now. "I have to get to them!"

"It may not be a good idea for you to travel," Mary said.

"But I have to! The clans need me."

Mother Gana shook her head. "Pretty soon, everyone's going to need you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

Mary stood up to look at me. "Violetmoon, remember how I said Kiara gets powerful from bloody wars and revolutions?"

I nodded.

"World War I and II were the bloodiest wars in history. Kiara started the first one, and after she got so much power from it, she decided she needed to start a second one, making sure it was even bloodier than the first. But those were years ago. Now she's losing the power she gained. Violetmoon . . ." Mary looked me straight in the eye. "Kiara's going to start a World War III."

I gasped. "Impossible!"

Mary shook her head. "Not for Kiara. She's planning on starting it between countries of the Middle East against Britain and America. From there she intends on making other countries join alliances with either side. Then she plans on making it the most gruesome war even known to man."

Mother Gana stood next to me. "Violetmoon, she intends on using you and your powers to start this war."

I almost fainted. Mother Gana and Mary caught me before I could fall. The world seemed to spin. That crazy demon wanted to use me? Well she got the wrong one! I'll kill myself before I ever do anything for her.

"I'll never fall to her," I said sternly.

Mother Gana nodded. "Excellent. But remember Violetmoon, she is unbelievably powerful. Her own father fears her."

"Not to mention she has allies," Mary added.

"Like who?" I asked.

"That's another thing," Mary said. "You remember Sol?"

My eyebrows shot up. "Get out, she got him too?"

Mother Gana nodded. "Yes. She cajoled him, and now he's after you to bring you to Kiara."

"She won't rest until she finds you"

I thought these words over. Well if this bitch was going to find me, then bring it! I was as powerful as she was. Wait! She didn't have the upper hand at all. She needed me. If anything, I could kick her butt any day. I was sure of one thing though, I had to get back to the clans. I was worried she would go there next. I had to protect them.

"Mother Gana, Mary."

They nodded for me to speak.

"I know you wish for my safety, and I know you mean the best, but I must go."

Mother Gana clutched my arm. "No you can't!"

Mary clutched my other. "You'll be captured!"

I shook out of both their grasps. "No I won't! I'm strong and brave. I can protect myself. If Kiara finds me, let her find me. I just want to make sure the clans are okay."

I looked deep into Mother Gana's black eyes. They were hard for a minute and then they turned somber. She let go of my arm. Mary reluctantly did the same.

Mother Gana nodded. "If you must go to them you must go. You had a duty, a responsibility to fulfill."

She then hugged me close to her. "Just promise you'll be safe," she whispered into my ear.

"I will," I whispered back to her. Then I gave a hug to Mary too. "Be safe," she said. All I could do was nodded.

Before leaving the house I caught my sight in the mirror. My skin was slightly paler, and purple and blue scars covered my body. But the one most noticeable change was my hair. My black locks now had streaks of silver in it. It was the grandma old-looking silver or a silver that made it look like a zebra, it was the silver that made me look like not a half-Spirit, but a full blown Spirit. And that night, as I traveled back to the lake, I felt like a goddess of the Spirits flying back to my world.

A/N: Me: Again a TRILLION SORRYS for a late update! I hope you liked it :)