Holy Spirit Vilge.

  When one heard it, they would most likely think of something grand, an exclusive Pce for the Elite simir to the Pza Hotel. But, in fact, it was nothing more than a little tryside Vilge numbering barely three hundred inhabitants, a little South of Nuoding City. The reason for its grand name was a Legend that told of a Spirit Sage that was supposed to have been borhere. The Vilge lived off the Land, except for the Vilge's Bcksmith, they farmed. Produg grains, vegetables, and fruit to sell in Nuoding city. While it certainly was no easy Life, it was a good ohe vilgers did not feel hungry and had roofs over their heads and sometimes leftover mohere was even a small school with a single close to the aeacher, a rarity, who only wanted food and shelter for his service. He had already been old when the vilge elders had been children.

  Barely at daybreak, from the east, the sky was tinted in a soft reddish-grey dawn color, showing a cloudless sky and promising a sunny day. Two thin and small silhouettes were visible on a small hilltop not far from the Vilge. They were two five or six-year-old children. Both had jet-bck hair and crystalline blue eyes; while the Boy's skin was of healthy wheat color, the girl's was ghostly pale. Both were, although simple, very ly dressed.Speaking of children at this age, climbing a hill this tall and sometimes rather steep had to be tricky. Yet, strangely, both of them were fine ohey arrived at the summit. The Boy's face wasn't the least red, nor was he panting; breathing harshly, the girl seemed a lot more exhausted.

  Both of them, though, appeared tent and pleased. Oh their quick climb, the other to have arrived at all.

  They sat down at the hilltop, their eyes unwaveringly lookiward, where the sky gradually brightehe Boy slowly exhaled and inhaled, gently meditating on his usual m routihe girl o him took a small wooden pquette and a sharpeone from her bag and started to scratto the wood, carefully tinuing the carving she had started a week ago, picturing the idyllidscape.During this, they both silently went into their little worlds. The Boy's eyes started to faintly glow purple; it would have been unnoticeable by anyone unaware of this ge.But the anomaly did not st long; after very little time, it vanished, and his eyes turned into a deep, mysterious dark blue.

  After sittio each other quietly and unmoving for a long time, the Boy let out a dejected sigh, showing a displeased expression that was ued for someone his age. The girl o him stopped with her carving and put her tools bato the bag, stretg."It seems as if you still 't break through your bottleneck. It has been three months already; you khere was a good ce of being incapable ressing further than this without awakening your Spirit on." She told him, but he shook his head.

  "These skills should be able tress without a Soul on, even if this isn't my inal world." He answered her in defiance, and she shrugged her shoulders in resignation, knowing he would never give up once he made up his mind.

  Both Children arrived precisely five years ago in this world. Then, the Boy was called Tang San, a former Member of an iial martial arts sect that had leaped off a cliff for his vi and beliefs. The girl o him was the unfortunate girl shot by her friend Lucil after graduation, Rebecca.

  They were both born five years ago as twins. They didn't know how it had been possible, and at first, they refused to tell each other of their ins in suspi of what would happen, but they were no longer who they once were.The reborn Tang San needed nearly a year to learn this world's nguage. Rebecca required a little longer, almost a year and a half since her inal nguage held ion to the one used in Spirit ti, uang Sans, who seemed to have spoken something simir before. heless, Tang Yin would swear it was ese or something simir. A ese girl at uy sometimes sounded like it when she spoke in her muage.

  Both of them only faintly remembered their time after birth, but none would ever fet the heart-wreng cry of their Father, Tang Hao, shortly after their birth. Only Later they uood that their Mother had passed away that day and with her, their father's heart. Three years passed until she told her brother she had e from another world. Initially, Tang San was suspicious, but as time passed, his trust in her grew; the fact that she knew how to cook and was his twin sister did not hurt either. He told her he had once lived in a pletely different world. Tang San didn't know if it had been a bad joke on the gods' behalf, but he still carried the same name from before his reination, after their Mother's niame, meaning the third Sister. So, while Rebecca's name ged, she carried their mother's name, her father's st name, and a boy's ang Yin.

  Because of their he other vilge children often bullied the two of them, but they didn't take it to heart. Knowing the in of their Names and Tang San being used to his girly one for thirty years, they didn't mind; instead, they were proud of their names. At some point, Tang Yiarted beating most people, making fun of their names, making her famous as a troublemaker and local boss dy among the kids. The older children who tried to take revenge for their respective siblings all made unpleasant acquaintances with Tang San.

  Both had been even more shocked and afraid at their rebirth, so they came from different worlds. But they recovered and took it in their stride, accepting it as a sed ce while stig together. They took on the role of a protector for each other, and their strangeness uhem into a team. The serious, loyal, and responsible model child, Tang San, and the troublemaker with a hair-trigger temper, Tang Yin. Oaking it in front of the other, sneaking around, and stabbing from the back, they plimented each other.

  "Time to head home.", Tang San said and stood up, "Today's breakfast gee."

  Tang Yin groaned. "I miss Nutel, fresh bread, hot chocote, coffee, like coffee, electricity, my cellphone, a flushing toilet, the i, a good bathroom, a full meal, hell, I miss the supermarket! The only positive aspect is that the food here is regionally produced and totally Bio." she finished her ranting; her brother shrugged his shoulders, used to her occasional whining about the ck of fort, and picked up his Sister in a princess carry.

  "I have no idea what half of the stuff you are talking about.", he said, carrying her downwards. Then, grumbling, she freed herself and started walking on her own.

  "It is amazing stuff.", she empathized, pronoung the awesomeness of what she wahey both desded the mountain with o look towards the bright, ne sky. Tang San started running Tang YIn close on his heels. If anyone had seen those two, they would have been shocked to the core by the sight. But, unbothered by crevices and uneven ground, they were faster than adults.

  It was the arts of the Ta; Tang San had been a patient teacher to Yin. Her skill did not equal his ck of experience, but she proved to be a stantly pining but brilliantly talented and motivated student. Ever since Lucil shot her, she was determined o bee a victim of anyone again.

  For his teags, Tang Yin taught her brother carving. The artist's work told stories about all the teologies and knowledge she could remember from her old world.