Eighteen years ago, my sister Victoria and I lost our lives when a plane crashed into our building during a terrorist attack. The next thing we knew, we were staring into the faces of two unfamiliar individuals. We had been reborn into another world, now bearing the names Nova and Nebula. Just as in our previous life, we were completely identical—down to the very bone.

          We were born to a wolfkin woman named Hazel, an unmarried blacksmith who lived in a small mountainside village. Fortunately, my sister and I were quick learners so our new mother wasn't burdened as much. At first, everything felt unfamiliar, but we adapted swiftly. By the age of two, we had mastered reading and speaking the local language, much to the astonishment of our mother and the villagers. As if that weren't enough, we soon discovered that magic was real in this world, along with mythical creatures that had only existed in fantasy back on Earth. This revelation ignited an insatiable curiosity within us, driving us to learn as much as possible.

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         However, life was far from idyllic. Our village faced food shortages, monster attacks, and bandit raids. Despite these hardships, our mother never allowed despair to take hold—even in her final moments. When she passed away from an illness when we were twelve, she did so without ever letting us see her frown. In recognition of her contributions to the village, the chief allowed us to stay, offering us a place among the people she had helped for so many years. We did not let this opportunity go to waste. In addition to training in swordsmanship and magic, we diligently studied our mother's craft, ensuring that her legacy would not be forgotten.

       By the time my sister Nebula and I turned eighteen, we had made our decision—we would become adventurers, seeking wealth and opportunity to support our village. Though the village chief was initially hesitant, he could not argue against our resolve—especially after we reminded him that we had trained his son, Vic, in the art of blacksmithing. With our skills sharpened and our determination unwavering, we set off into the world, ready to carve our own destiny.