"Long, long ago, in the world of Alvoreon (Al-vor-ee-on), two sister lived in secrecy from society. Why, you may ask? Well, legend says that they were high class sorceresses within the spirit world, and they helped changed the seasons year round, causing others to fear them, and some to be jealous of them."

"There stood above then young boy a girl no older than 17, with hair the color of the finest oak, and eyes of silver grey. She wore a plain red sundress with worn out sandals, and a straw haw to block her eyes from the sun. He bumped into her by accident, as she fell to her knees while some of the apples from her basket tumbled onto the ground."

"And so, with their final wishes granted, they were whisked away to their inevitable doom. However, with their story ending, a new one begins, many centuries later. And that is where our story truly begins..."