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Two girls
Same face, same hair, same grasp on reality.
But not the same eyes. No, never the same eyes.
One has eyes as blue as the ocean. As blue as the place where she might have once called home. As blue as her adoptive mother's dress. As blue as her adoptive mother's eyes.
The other one has brown eyes. The kind of brown that reminds you of dirt and caves. Of rabbit holes like the one she has seen only once. Of the sticks that line an enemy's hair. No. The enemy's hair. The kinda brown that the first so rarely sees in her mind.
Of course, many focus on their differences far too much to see the similarities. The details and specifics blinding them to the truth. The truth only two alive know, but they would never tell. Too much riding on the secret to tell.
Their eyes and mind have the same madness within them, just directed in different directions. Different worlds. Neither in reality of course, but different all the same.
One sees the unseen, connections that only those with a sense of Wonder can see. Where tea and hats and cats and most of all Hearts reign true. Others call her mad but they can't understand, no they will never understand. For within the madness, within the Wonder there are laws and rules, ones that may not make sense, but exist nevertheless. The world will always be tinted with red, even when she never meets the one who rules. Wonder will reunite one day, that she knows in her bones. Every wrong must be righted, the others mistake the world of Wonder as simply being wrong for they can't see. Their are too old, too rigid to see. Only those who are born to, introduced young, or perhaps belong to another world understand
The other sees the world of magic and conflict. How everything is connected and only one thing can make it equal, afterall everything burns in the end. She sees it clearly, more clearly then her siblings, for she is a true child of the Never, while fights and death may occur there it must be fair. Her father broke that rule, in return the Never broke him, the consequences must be paid for treason. A balance must be kept, its not the family that keeps the score, that keeps the fight alive, but the profession. The blood doesn't see that, but she isn't the profession. Loyalty to any but the Never wouldn't hold except perhaps to blood. Though blood may be thicker, water and the sea cleanses all, the lagoon and creek cleanses all.
Their feet wander the same, not the same direction, but with the same purpose. To find what's wrong and fix it in their own way. With fire or Wonder, the outcome is the same either way. A correction made, blood spilled in the name of their rightful home. Whether that blood is literal is up to interpretation of course, although fire dies follow in both's wake.
Yes, many don't realize they come from the same place. They don't even remember. How could they? It was so long ago and they were so young when separated. Separated for the best of intentions. Separated to give one a chance at living. Separated so one could feel the magic that flows through her veins. Even when there is no reason for either two to have magic. Not that reason stops places made of magic from claiming what they are due. What belongs to them.
Two. That might have been a similar pair at one point, in a different world, in a different story. Or perhaps not even a pair at all.
The only similarities they have now are from where and who they were born. They belong to different places, hold different names. Only two know the truth, the one who took and the one who watched. The one who gave lies dead at the bottom of the sea, her story lost to history. No one else remembers the blue eyed one. Or if they do, they believe it's a misnomer, a hallucination, a false memory. Memories are so easy to sway afterall.
No, no one else remembers. It must be that way.