Long ago a person had two souls.

Two sides.

One was always beautiful and carefree, always growing stronger from the love and affection it took in from those around it. The other, the weaker of the two, with hatred and sorrow etched into its vile, retched body, would crawl away and hide. It would watch silently, only lashing out when it’s other half was damaged.

Both these beings, as realistic and pure as they were, could never live life without the other. Beauty would be masked with Humility. Sorrow would be mixed with Happiness. Death erased by Birth. Hate would intertwine with Love. Defeat with that of Triumph. Lose with that of Discovery.

It would always be changing yet there was always a balance.

There was no surprise then, when Certainty was switched with Doubt, when What Once Was gave way to What Will Be. In that moment in time, an all-seeing eye pointed directly at one. It was able to weave through millions of innocent beings, able to pick through thousands and thousands of united souls, before it finally found what it had come for.

For some reason, one single person’s soul was ripped apart.

One half was thrown left, one thrown right. As they fell away from each other, bloody and torn, they carried within themselves both Good and Evil, both Love and Hate. Eventually, through the millennia, both emotions were able to strike a deal with each other, allowing Balance to regain its control once again.

Since the first split, the remaining pairs of souls around the universe tore apart as well, all a slightly uneven blend of personalities. Some, with an unequal, copious amount of Evil, turned evil. Some, with an unequal, copious amount of Good, turned good. The one truth that triumphed was the fact that, even though both the souls were apart, they would be able to balance each other perfectly, whether they ultimately found each other or not.

Thus starts our story.

Two girls; one the color of sunlight, containing the beauty of warmth and love. With eyes the color of the ocean and a heart just as deep. The other; with eyes the color of ice, with a soul drenched in sorrow and a heart shut off by unimaginable sadness and grief.

Two girls.

One soul perhaps?