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It had been a long, cold winter. The grounds were still frostbitten most of the day, the ground crunched under the toes of the girls' stiff-toed boots while they walked the grounds of Uncle Morty's manor after breakfast, and the leaves on the trees had yet to start showing any hint of growing back. It was mid-March, yet there was still no sign of springtime in Everwood.
In truth, it had been a long, cold year. the Harrison twins felt the burden of their tragic lives reflected in the landscape around them. A year ago today marked the internment of both of their parents in the tragic siege of their hometown of Waterborough. They had been moved almost immediately to their uncle's manor in the small, country town of Everwood, away from all their friends, yet close enough to receive the near-daily reports of the constant turmoil and destruction encompassing their once-home, the capitol of Hedland and the epicenter of the Masonic rebellion.
This day also was their twelfth birthday.
The girls were not expecting merriment, or any semblance of the parties that they had enjoyed in the past, but they did take a moment, in hushed tones between themselves on their morning exercise, to celebrate the passing of another year, another year that they had survived and supported one another, despite all the odds against them. Their lives had been completely turned upside-down, yet they still had one another.
The girls' family were victims of their own fortune; The Mason's despised all thinks that had the luck of draw. The girls were blessed with good breeding not only in their intelligence, but also in their beauty Their black hair hung down well past their shoulders and stood out in stark contrast against the white-grey mist hovering around. Their cheeks were nipped pink by the cold, and you could hardly tell them apart if you did not look into their eyes. Natasha's eyes were a bright ivy green, and Natalie's were a pale, crisp blue. Aside from the distinct eye colors, the girls were nearly identical. They're smiles curved up on the right just a smidge more on the left, and even their mannerisms mimicked one another.
Their personality differences, however, where as distinctly different as their eye colors. They were the daughters of two national lawyers and blessed with intelligence and worldly exposure. Natasha was the dreamer, the one with great, often even outlandish, ideas. Natalie brought her back down to this world, and was her voice of reason and the voice of planning to some of Natasha's less hair brained ideas. It was on this day that they put their minds together to develop a plan to free their parents and ultimately all those imprisoned by the Masonic uprising.
The idea was simple, to pose and infiltrate one of the youth orphanages back in Waterborough to gain knowledge of the Masonic agenda and get in with the Masonic youth culture. But the girls situation in Waterborough society, as well as their striking good looks, had left them well known among not only the well-bred circles of their peers, but also amongst those who wished to use them as an example.
"Well, we could start skipping meals to blend in," offered Natalie. "We will need to look less well-fed to be believable orphans."
...end 30 minutes
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