\\Just copy & pasted this from my doc file

  Lep and Mon Giyera, two 14-year old twins with mostly normal living under their adoptive mother, Dian. Mon having brown eyes and long, dirty-blonde hair in a wolf cut that covers the right side of her face entirely–Down to her shoulder, with her right arm being amputated off just below it; While Lep is almost the identically same except his hair not being as long and his arms are perfectly healthy (for the most part); Lep standing in at 175 centimeters while Mon is a centimeter shorter.

  What’s bonkers is their adoptive mother stands in at fucking 200 centimeters. She has short, golden-blonde hair and calm but fierce blue eyes.

  #

  The year is 2010, in an apartment complex in the city of Reddsteyn, 7 in the morning. As the Sun’s rays warmly touched her face, Mon woke up after having a confusing dream, rubbing her eyes before stretching. But her morning fatigue immediately disappeared as she happily smiled and ughed. Jumping out from her bed in excitement.

  “I finally had that dream again!!”, she said with incredible enthusiasm! She was absolutely ecstatic yet there’s something she wasn’t expecting.

  .

  “Yo, shut up I'm sleeping. What was your dream?” Lep asked, ying down on the floor.

  “Aren’t you usually still awake by now- Wait why the fuck are you in my room?!”, said Mon, confused.

  “LANGUAGE!” Dian roared from her room.

  “..Yeah yeah, I tried to sleep half an hour ago after I failed to find your ptop. So what was your dream about?” He said with a gleeful smile.

  Mon face palmed; Trying to build up patience for a few seconds. “Alright! So remember what I told you a month ago? About the same dream of our real parents?!”

  Lep pondered about it. “...Oh, yeah. Our mother was smiling. So what about having another dream like that?” Mon felt kinda insulted. turning around to Lep, walked and firmly grasped his shoulder. “Sis, get your filthy ass hand off me.”

  “I said: Fucking nguage!!” Dian barges in with pajamas and messy hair. The two were in horror and in awe as she was able to break a door down so easily. She sighs at the sight of them, “I’ve prepared breakfast so eat up, I'm going back to sleep.”

  Lep thought of questioning Dian as well about their real parents, but before he got to say a word, Dian left and closed the door gently.

  #

  (Bathroom)

  The two went to piss, but due to their competitiveness and somewhat equal prowess, they both somehow went inside the bathroom–At the same time.

  “I'm taking a piss first!”

  “No! I was here first!”“Like in hell you were! First come, first piss!”

  The two argue about being first, totally preoccupied as they ignore the fact that they have a full bdder and are just fighting because of spite. But both knew they had to take a piss soon.

  “Just piss on the sink!”

  “If you take piss standing up!”“Alright!”

  Their bickering finally stopped. Lep stood on top of the sink with a hint of rage, whilst Mon stood proudly at Lep’s loss, and the relief of pissing. The two pulled down their shorts and finally took a piss; Mon tried to aim at the toilet–Fidgeting, and changing her body posture for the right angle. And Lep calibrated his piss stream to not spsh everywhere.

  They both failed and managed to piss everywhere but the designated pissing-area.

  #

  The twins sat down at the couch across one another; Drinking and eating their strong coffee and a small pte of delectable cake. Mon reached for the tv remote but Lep interjects however. She said no, so Lep asked for her ptop–She also said no. “Well fuck you then.” Lep uttered in a bored demeanor; Mon absolutely fbbergasted.

  Lep, ying down, slowly and subtly kicks Mon: Annoying her. She tries to have some patience and continues to watch the tv, drinking and eating her coffee and cake–She’s fucking uncomfortable.

  “Change the channel,” Said Lep

  “No, shut up!” Said Mon.

  Lep then continued to annoy Mon

  #

  “Wonderful Morning! People are always in a current dilemma of someone faking their authorization on documents via forging signatures or manipution. I’m Burden Nsitch and you’re watching ‘Morning Burden’! Today, we’ll talk about identity theft!–”

  Lep was, a bit bored by this,“Yeah, change the channel already–”

  “Shh!”

  “–We are accompanied by these two wonderful dies, Mals Swert, who is an animal rights activist and founded the ‘Feline Fine’ organization, born in 1983; as well as, guess who, Mals Swert, a music composer and actress, born in 1986. Because, be for real with me, not only their beauty and names the same, they even have the same hair style as for today!”, the crowd ughs and so as the two guest (Not a ugh track, this shit is live), “And now–”

  Lep hearing the familiar name, stops annoying Mon and asked her something:

  “What a weirdo. By the way, Remember Salt?”, Said Lep.

  “..Salt?” Mon, confused as to who that is.

  “You know, the girl we pyed with when were 5 or something; who gets easily salty”

  Mon trying to connect the pieces:

  “You mean Mals? Like, the same name as these two people?”

  “Yep, I wonder where she’s now though”, said Lep.

  Lep blundered as Mon got a sudden idea to tease him, “Why? You liked her?”

  “No, not really. Just wondering where she is now.”

  Mon’s pn failed, as she didn’t expect Lep to be mature about it, “Oh…I heard from Dian that they are now living in Kirlon. I don’t know though.” she says as she reaches down to the coffee table; Getting a piece of cake with her fork.

  “...I gotta ask. This has nothing to do with this. But since you’ve mentioned her, do you hate Dian?”

  Mon was taken aback and felt out of pce Trembling ever so slightly, with Lep noticing but being discreet. She thinks for a moment before saying anything; Trying to formute her words. She thought of something:

  “How old were we when we even attained our consciousness?”

  “Long enough to vaguely remember what you were referring to in your dream. Now I’ve got your interest, stop answering my questions with another question. It’s fine if you don’t want to answer my st question," said Lep, in a surprisingly serious demeanor.

  A shock to Mon, as she is the one who tackles more serious topics from one of the two usually, but she smiles now she can discuss her dream from earlier.

  #

  (Earlier at the forest outskirts of Reddsteyn; at 6 am)

  Around the outskirts of the Reddsteyn, basking among the rising sun, a lone sedan driving through the highway can be seen going at roughly 90 km/h.

  “Yo we’re going to Kirlon–your house, right?” Said by the driver.“Yep, just a safehouse though. I don’t know if we’re staying there, sincethis would probably be quick; A quick investigation" said the passenger.

  The drive was peaceful, the two being rexed like their the painful heat called ‘stress’ wasn’t introduced to them. Cloud, the passenger, is a young, handsome adult standing at 185 centimeters, with a lean body and dynamic hair that shifts between white and bck depending on his mood, and fascinating blue eyes.

  Cloud was almost sleeping in the backseat until he sensed someone from a car passing by. This startled, awakened, or relieved him: Turning to look behind him in awe.

  “Was that..Possibly..!? No, she died at Siraan..” Cloud thought.

  Lith, the driver, gray hair with bck roots and gray eyes, the same age and height as Cloud and also his best friend, noticed and asked what it was.

  “Drop me off, I’ll follow ter”.

  Lith was thinking not, but he knows Cloud will be back in a half an hour or so.

  Lith drops Cloud by the side and drives off. Cloud looks at the direction of Reddsteyn with determination in his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out and pyed with his yo-yo while walking all the way to Reddsteyn.

  Cloud however felt like somebody was watching him; He turned his head to the trees. He felt like it is though he’s being envious, or someone is envious of him. Cloud continued his trek, keeping a close eye on his surroundings.

  #

  (Back at the two bozos; 9 am)

  Lep at the dining table, pying something in Mon’s ptop; While she is on the couch, watching whatever on cable.

  “Legitimately bad coding. Their models aren’t even attached to the hitbox,” Lep procimed.

  “Heh, you’re just bad,” Mon uttered.

  Lep then suddenly paused the game after hearing that personal attack, an insult to your dignity, and a disgraceful, bitchy comment about your very existence.

  Mon giggled, “I'm in danger”, she thought. She immediately jumped off the couch and tried to run for the door.

  “Oh no you dont!”,

  Lep managed to pause whatever game he was pying and catched Mon’s wrist.

  Mon kicked one of Lep’s ankles which made him stumble and then retaliated by kicking him in the chest with the same leg. Lep grabbed one of her incoming legs and made both of them lose their bance. Mon tried crawling out but Lep caught her leg. She proceeded to unch a few kicks directed at his face which he wasn't able to dodge; Letting her loose and running.

  Lep kneeled to stand and looked towards Mon, and was greeted by a fourteen year old preparing a punch. But Mon is winding up with her non-existent right arm, and Lep weirdly sees a faint smoke or screen of blue in pce of it. Mon wasn’t able to initially see it but when she noticed, she was completely stumped.

  Lep was also left wondering, but uses this opportunity to bring her into a headlock.

  He lunged at Mon and they quarreled until he managed to do so.

  “Can you fucking…”, Mon said. right before getting into a chokehold.

  “No lol. You’re just faking it right now,” Said Lep as he is genuinely choking her twin sister.

  But as Mon's temperature was skyrocketing and was about to pass out, Dian was suddenly behind them–or they failed to notice her beforehand–grabbing Lep’s wrist and snatching Mon out of the headlock. Mon fell down to her knees and hand; Catching her breath as Dian scolds Lep. He tries to expin himself but she wins the argument nonetheless. Dian finished and went to take a shower, “Go to school, you two!”.

  Mon felt fine however, although a bit light headed; She looks to Lep, who is..sincerely apologizing…? She’s confused; Lep has a straight face, but still. She was Initially angry, but now confused. Lep gave her a hand and Mon was at a loss for words.

  “..h’s fine, don’t worry about it that much, my fault– Wait you almost made me pass– As I was saying, don’t worry about it,”

  “Cheer the fuck up!” Mon shouted.“Hell fucking yeah!” Lep yelled with a slight smile.

  “Oh for fuck sake. Fucking nguage!” Dian excimed

  #

  (1 hour and 30 minutes ter; 10:30 am)

  The twins were dressed for school. Their uniform consists of a white, long-sleeved button up along with a beige bzer on top, and a mini-skirt with fitted shorts under. Although ready for school, Mon is still on the couch–Researching some paranormal or supernatural phenomena on her ptop.

  “Erm, I don’t wanna go to school as well. Let’s go already? I don’t want to be te-te," Lep asked Mon. Laying down on the carpet while waiting.

  “Just wait, dammit! Your ass was asleep just a second ago!”, Mon retorts.

  Lep was left speechless, trying to say something but went back to sleep. Until he got a thought and asked her about it. “What are you even looking at? There are no projects, assignments, or tests! So what are you invested in?!”

  “THIS!”, Mon said with a big, joyful smile; as she flipped her ptop to show Lep what she's been on for the st hour or so: An article from 10 years ago about an ancient art of energy manipution, with a person named “Marshal Giyera”

  However, Lep has a half-assed response, “Erm, sure. So how does…where does that correte to?”. Mon’s gleeful demeanor slowly turned into an overwhelming scowl that Lep can feel. Lep, thinking fast, reiterates himself with something else.

  He sits up; “So you’re trying to summon our biological parents with magic? Or about the ruined kingdom that we once went to?”.

  Mon’s demeanor turned neutral. “Well, not really. I faintly remember in that image of our mother–some sort of force field or energy barrier. Technology for that kind of thing kind of feels far fetched,”

  “–so the next best thing is energy manipution!”,

  “–so the next best thing is energy manipution?”,

  Said by both of the twins.

  “But energy manipution can just mean something that is working; Me moving my hand can be or is energy manipution. Also be fucking realistic here. We don’t know the memory of our mother is a memory or just a dream! Like that one time we went to a aforementioned ruined kingdom where you lost your arm?! ” Lep said, confused.

  “Nerd! I mean like that one show where the dude screams, changes his hair color, and fires off an energy bst!” Mon’s rebuttal

  “..So, magic?” Lep said while scratching his head.

  Mon face palmed.“No dumbass! I am talking about moving your body in a way or something that is able to manifest as something! I have a theory that the energy barrier that we can remember is a manifestation of mom and dad’s will to protect us!”.

  “Hmm, interesting theory, I suppose,” said Dian who suddenly appeared behind the couch–behind Mon.

  Mon was startled and got out of the couch with her ptop in hand.

  “Say, Dian, who are our parents? Where are they?” asked Lep.

  “Well, I can’t say for sure. But I know they were good people. Both of your situations right now would be totally different if they managed to raise you two.” Dian said with a somber smile.

  “Oh,” said the twins. Mon had a question though, “What happened?”

  “Well, I can’t say for sure. Just know they would have put all of their love into both of you”

  But Dian’s tone, even though extremely subtle, was found suspicious by Lep and Mon however..

  #

  (a few minutes ter)

  Lep and Mon put on their caps and said their goodbyes as they left for school; Dian said her goodbye as well with a cheerful smile, “Goodluck!”. But her demeanor changed into sorrow; Puzzled or in a dilemma. Their new interest is directly conflicting with the upkeep of her promise.

  “..Fucking hell,” she uttered. Dian went to sit down at the couch; Going to watch whatever was on TV. “I think it’s…still not time to tell–”

  Dian suddenly had a premonition, a small one, but a premonition nonetheless. This puts her on high alert. She was about to run for it, but stopped. “..Shit,” She calmed down; Turning on the TV and watching the news instead.

  “I just cannot think stop those two if those two look exactly like the both of them”

  #

  (Downtown Reddsteyn; 10:53 am)

  The twins have trekked a kilometer from their home. The streets were busy, as usual. But their steps were in sync as they walked besides each other through the bustling city.

  Passing through an electronic shop that’s broadcasting a weather forecast. Mon stops to look and Lep comes back to see what it was.

  “Damn, it’s a fucking storm and it’s only now being broadcasted?!” ,Mon said, extremely pissed and perplexed. “Damn, let’s go back home then,” Lep said merrily. Mon rejects, “No, let’s run!” Lep and Mon began sprinting to the subway. Trying to beat the inevitable heavy rain. Their steps, even while running, are in sync. Which Mon finds kinda comical.

  “Y’know. I’m surprised how much we are actually alike” said Mon, catching her breath.

  “...We are twins.”

  “Wait so, that means we’re like a perfect mix between our parents. Then we should just reverse-engineer our faces then bam! We have a lead!”

  Lep thought about it, “Now how the fuck did you came with that conclusion?! That works, maybe. Why are you so fixated on finding our biological parents?”

  “Because I want to know who they are!” Mon said with stars in her eyes.

  “Why do you want to know who they are?”“Because I wanna know why they weren’t there for us!”

  “Isn’t Dian enough?!”

  “Yes, she’s enough!”

  “So why bother?”

  “So I can know the truth!”

  Lep thought about it, “truth, you say? Well I don’t know. Why though.”

  “So! You’re interested in the topic?!” Mon said while having a big, gleeful smile–Nudging Lep repeatedly. But after he didn’t budge, Mon asked him something while pouting, “Why do you even want in life?”

  Lep was incredibly taken aback–Leaving him stunned in the middle of the pedestrian ne. Mon noticed however, and walked to grab Lep’s hair, “Let’s fucking go! It’s starting to rain!”. But Lep was left in a trance of some sorts; Contempting while the storm grew violently.

  “Yo, dude. Sorry for asking, I didn’t know that was actually sensitive. We should get going now,” Mon said soft-spokenly. But the crowd was suddenly panicking. Mon was confused but still tried talking for Lep to get moving.

  But as Mon was on the sidewalk covering herself from the rain with her bag, and now waiting for Lep to get going, He looks up at the sky as the rain fell and the wind blew heavily.

  “You know, I don’t really kno think this is only a dream. Yeah, this isn’t real,” said Lep, chuckling with confusion in his eyes.

  Mon was just so fucking confused, but noticed something in her vision. She tried to warn Lep as she began to run towards him but it was too te. As soon as Lep went back to his senses, he got hit head-on by a swerving semi-truck!

  #

  (10:57 am)

  Mon was in utter terror as she saw her brother’s body rolling over as it left a path of blood. She ran to his brother’s side. Kneeling down and raising his head covered in his own blood. She looks into his dying eyes and still isn’t able to accept this unfortunate event. Gritting her teeth and hyperventiting. With tears in her eyes, she cried for help as the rain dilutes the puddle of her brother’s blood.

  What’s worse, she began to hear explosions and gunfire not that far away.

  Not giving up hope. She removes her bzer and bandages it around Lep’s head. She tried to carry Lep but it’s not used with her handicapped. She tried again, and again, and again, but it’s proven to be futile.

  “I am not leaving you here!”. Mon procimed; gently assisted his brother’s head as Lep grabbed his sister’s wrist, before his hand falling onto the puddle of his blood.

  “Stop pying. I know you’re pying,” Mon said, chuckling.But her ughter turned into tears, as her shirt got dirtied by her brother’s blood.

  She turned around from gunfire that is drawing closer, and she can now audibly hear engines and spshes of rain.

  Mon felt light headed and her body temperature rising exceptionally, like she’s succumbing into the darkness, as she feels dying as well.

  “Fucking hell!” She cries out. Frustrated over herself for not having enough strength.

  “If you weren’t sick back then, I would still have my arm right now and carry you out of this hell hole..!”

  Then, something clicked.

  Unknowingly, or even if she’s dreaming, she conjures an amalgamation of her past and current want–combined with the energy of her body, mind, and soul: Her first symphony: [Magnetic Resonance Appendage]: Manifesting her right arm in a form of energy! Her vision gets clearer, hearing gets more sensitive, and other senses have been heightened to an extreme! (Insert an angelic choir with the feeling of tragedy in pce) She was shocked by the sudden power, but didn’t bother to quip. All she knows is she can now carry his brother to safety.

  Carrying his body with both of her hands. She runs in the middle of the road, going to the subway to take shelter. Not giving a damn for the explosions, shots being fired, and the public’s roar as the rain falls heavily and the wind blows violently.