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I finally got around to typing the first chapter of the Elena/Amara twin story. This tale will jump around a bit in time for the first little while until the cure comes into effect. After Elena takes the cure then the past will be told in flashbacks.

67 BC

The first time she lost Amara she was six years old.

They were supposed to be completing their chores; collecting the many different flowers and herbs used by their mother.

She liked the task well enough. She loved the way the flowers would sing to her when she stroked their silken petals. Soft ballads played out on her heartstrings. Epic, daring adventures danced through her mind.

The lilies sighed longingly of love that she was too young to understand.

The daisies giggled mischievously like her sister: with an air of childhood innocence.

She had learned to steer clear of the plants that whispered heinous lies, and the ones that spoke of death; those ones scared her terribly, and whenever she had the misfortune to touch one she would fall into the depths of despair.

There was one herb that spoke of immortality. When she had touched its bright red leaves it had whispered the secret. The voice had caressed her mind as softly as her mother's kisses. She had giggled in response and asked why anyone would want to know that secret. It seemed silly to want to live forever: 'you'd get all wrinkly and terribly lonely'.

The herb had not been offended by her words as she had thought it would be. It had merely chuckled and told her that 'one day she would understand' while the wind had ruffled her hair as her father would have done. That had surprised her; usually the plants only told her the one thing, and didn't respond to her questions.

Amara hated her chores, and would do anything to get out of them. She never understood her twin sister's fascination with the plants; Amara didn't feel the same connection to nature.

Mother would smile and tell Amara it was because she didn't listen and was always in a hurry.

Amara would stomp her little feet and shake her wild hair. She claimed her sister was making it all up for attention, never mind the fact that her sister rarely shared what the plants said.

The one time she had it had been to say that father was returning from a hunt. Amara had laughed and said she couldn't know that.

She had clenched her fists and set her chin before shouting that she did know it: the grass had whispered and said he was crossing the field with a heavy burden.

Amara never believed her. Amara never listened. Amara never wanted to sit for hours and run her fingers over the grass, but she did it for her sister. Amara did it because she loved her mirror image dearly; they were the best of friends.

In return she would sometimes sneak off with Amara to play when they were supposed to be doing chores. Sometimes they would chase each other. Sometimes, after she had asked politely, they would make flower crowns; the flowers didn't respond, but she still liked to ask before plucking them.

Some days they would swap clothes and try to fool their parents; father always fell for it, but mother never did.

Today they were playing a finding game. Amara had raced into the field while she counted slowly. Today was the first time she had lost her sister.

The thought to ask the grass where Amara was never crossed her mind; even if she were the type to cheat the plants wouldn't answer. Those were not the kind of secrets they told.

She covered every inch of the orchard and the herb garden with a huge grin on her face. She loved this game; she loved the surprised look on Amara's face whenever she found her. It got increasingly harder every time they played.

The plants might not be able to lead her to Amara, but she had always shared a special connection with her twin.

She scrunched up her face and told herself this wasn't cheating. She was worried now; they weren't supposed to leave the clearing because it wasn't safe. Her nose crinkled as she concentrated and located her twin.

She took a deep breath and looked to her house. She waited until her mother slipped inside for her baby brother. Once her mother was out of sight she bit her lip and darted into the field where Amara had taken refuge.

When she was in the field she lost sight of her end goal. These were plants she had never seen before. Her fingers and toes skimmed over the grass. There were herbs for love, sickness, and the destruction of lives.

She stopped and cocked her head sending the orderly braids tumbling over her shoulder. Kneeling in the grass she pulled the bright red and yellow flower from the ground. She heard the secret nobody was ever meant to hear: 'combine me with the petals of a white rose, the gel of aloe, the berries from a holly tree, sage and zinnia and I will return your departed friend from Hades'.

"I have no departed friends," she murmured to the soft petals. "May I keep you anyway? You are very beautiful." Her mother had raised her to be polite. The flower raised no objection; they never did, so she broke off the stem and tucked the bright blossom into her pocket.

She frowned when she stood up and saw the sky darkening. Heavy grey clouds writhed overhead. She scrunched up her face again and concentrated but this time she could not find Amara.

Opening her eyes she began to tremble; the grass was higher than she was and she didn't know the way home.

"Amara," she called. Her shoulders hunched when the thunder rumbled: Zeus was angry. She screamed when the ground shook beneath her feet and knocked her to her knees: Hades was angry too.

She hunched over and grasped the back of her neck the way her father had shown her. She curled into the position her mother had told her about and waited for the earth to cease its movements. She was crying too hard to notice when the ground stilled.

A warm hand on her shoulder brought her back to the realm of reality. She stood on shaky legs and sniffled when she stared up into intense brown eyes.

The boy was perhaps two years older than her and at least a foot taller. She had to tilt her head back to see him.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

She trembled. The rain had soaked through her blue dress and set a chill to her bones. "I'm lost," her lower lip shook, "I lost my sister and now I can't find my way home." She turned her head down to shield her face from the rain.

"Where is your home?" Rain plastered his dark hair to his sun bronzed brow. She thought he must be very pale when Persephone made her yearly journey underground.

"Beneath the pomegranate tree in the orchard," she pushed away a heavy lock of hair when it fell in her bright eyes. She watched as the boy turned around and pointed to the left.

"The orchard is that way," he said. He offered his hand when a lightning strike made her shake with fright.

She crossed her arms and gave him a wary glare. "Mother says I'm not supposed to speak with strangers." She had quite forgotten that fact with the storm. She wondered if that rule applied to helpful boys with kind eyes. Surely the rule was only for adults from other covens.

"If you live in the house in the orchard then I am not a stranger," he reasoned, "I am your neighbor. My family lives in the villa on the hill."

She squinted and scrutinized his features. He did look like the boy on the hill, and she had seen her father talking with his, but they had never been introduced. He had his own siblings to play with… or were they cousins?

"Okay," she broke out in a brilliant smile. Reaching up she took his hand and started pulling him in the direction he had pointed.

He was genuinely surprised when the rain clouds did not scamper off to cower in the wake of her sunny smile and luminous eyes. He was certain she was radiating light.

He stopped up short when they stepped from the grass. His eyes landed on a girl who was a perfect physical copy of the one holding his hand. He shivered when his companion released his hand and wrapped her arms around her doubles neck.

"Amara!" She cried happily. "There you are. I was so worried."

Amara crossed her arms and glared at him. "Who's your new friend?" She pouted.

"He helped me get home," she frowned when she remembered her fear, "when I got lost. This is…" Her eyes widened when she realized she realized she didn't know his name.

He stepped forward and looked between the sisters; up close he could see subtle differences in their eyes: Amara's were not as bright.

"My name is Elias."

Okay so... this story takes place before the witches were cursed and became the travellers. right now they are still an ordinary coven. I decided Elena was going to be strong in her past life, so it will be an adjustment when she wakes cursed.

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