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           Sloane watched as her sister stood on the bottom of the stairs as she got her pictures taken. 

 Her golden hair was pulled up into a tight bun and her medal was proudly hanging from her neck over her red and black team jacket. 

 "Mom, Anna and the girls are here! Just let me go!" Her sister cried.

 "Laurie..." Her mom started.

 "Go." Her father opened the door and Laurie skipped out to the waiting car on the road. 

 There was a mumble downstairs and her father went to the basement while her mother went to her craft room. 

 Sloane sighed. Laurie was always the attention grabber. Sloane and her brother were always left in the background where no one would notice them.

 But maybe it wasn't just because of Laurie, Sloane thought. Maybe it's because we're so different. Because while everyone else's hair was a beautiful golden blond, Sloane and her twin brother, Samuel, had natural jet black hair that was absolutely perfect. While everyone's eyes were a beautiful brown, their's were a light blue. Sloane and Sam always said they were the darker and more perfect version of the others, which was true in a way. They didn't understand why they were so different, but no one ever said a thing about it...ever. And that itself was almost as weird. 

 Sloane walked back to her room and shut the door, not looking up at the dark room.

 She turned on the light. There on her bed, her brother sat. His hair was perfectly straight and hung just over his eyes but you could still see the ice blue color. 

 "Laurie gone?" Sam tilted his head back toward the window.

 "Yeah," Sloane said. Her voice was very light and musical and seemed to hang in the air after a few moments, like a lost beautiful note of a flute.

 "Mom..?" Sam's voice was deeper than hers, but had the same flawless effect.

 "In the crafting room. Dad is in the basement working. Why?"

 "Well, I found this note." He took a yellowish piece of paper out of his pocket. It was creased in many places and you could see the neat cursive writing through the thin paper. "You know that door in my wall? Well, I opened it finally. And there was a journal and this note."

 "What?" Sloane cocked her head and sat on the bed next to him.

 "Here," He handed it to her and she scanned the letter.

   With the twins not born yet, there is hope running out. I pray that soon one of us will have twins and they will fulfill the prophecy...but maybe it isn't destined for now. Maybe this isn't the time. Perhaps things get worse in the future where the twins will be needed more than they are needed here. It will be easy to tell which are the twins, very easy. Not only will they be identical, but they will look nothing like anyone else. Hopefully that makes it easier for everyone else to know it's them. And hopefully they will find their way to the school. If anyone is to find them, I pray they give them the journal. I've hidden it, hoping it one day reaches their hands and guides them to help us. I can't help but wonder if they are born 100 years from now, if people will take notice in them...if they don't...well...both of our worlds could be shattered forever.

 Sloane looked up at Sam who was typing quietly on his phone.

 "What do you think it means?"

 "I think it means we should read the journal, just in case."

 "Sam, you can't possibly think this is real." Sloane sighed. "It's probably a story someone wrote when they were bored."

 "And they put the journal out?"

 Sam had a point. Sloane groaned. "I assume you're not going to think twice about this."

 Sam smiled brilliantly and shook his head.

 "Just don't jump into thinking this is real, okay?" Sam was always looking for answers, and he was more than likely always wrong. "Like I said..."

 "Yeah, I know Sloane." Sam mumbled. He shook the paper. "This is really old though."

 "Then someone making it up could make perfect since." She shrugged. "I hear boredom kills, and if you lived in the early 1900's or late 1800's or whenever, you wouldn't want to die of that, right?"

 Sam rolled his eyes.

 ***

 "If I tell you I've got something, will you pay me?" Sam asked later that night at the dinner table.

 Sloane glared at him. "Pay you in what?" 

 "Cash." Sam whispered.

 "You guys are actually talking?" Their mom said casually as she read the paper.

 Sloane looked at her through the corner of her eye and ignored her. She stuffed another bite of hamburger into her mouth. "I have no money for you."

 "Well, let's just say you do." Sam smiled.

 Laurie still wasn't home and their dad was grilling more burgers outside. Sloane decided she should at least listen once.

 "Go on," She groaned.

 "Well, it says that the Smith's have always been this family with certain characteristics. Like, very certain. The slightly crooked nose, the blond hair, the brown eyes, the olive skin...you know. But it says that these twins will be completely different and no one knows what they'll look like. But there's this prophecy...it's something like "When the twins are born they will have the gift of magical powers and be able to save both world from a great evil" and stuff. And evidentially, it's been around for hundreds of years. As of whenever this was written, there weren't any twins born. But anyway, so there's this other world called Legend...but not because of what you're thinking...it's hard to explain. But, Sloane, this has got to be real."

 Sloane looked at her mother. "Mom?" Her mom knew a lot about the family history. "Are there any other twins in our family?"

 "No, you guys are the first." 

 Sloane shrunk a little in her chair and Sam smiled triumphantly. 

 "So if it is..."

 "Well, there is a way to get there." Sam said as if it were obvious.

 "Sam..." Sloane picked up her plate and sat it in the kitchen. "I think you're crazy."

 "Would it be the first time?"

 Sloane looked at her brother for a minute. His eyes glimmered with hope.

 "Give me the journal." She sighed.

 "I'm--not--" Sloane took it anyway.

 "I'll read this tonight, okay?"

 "Sloane! Ugh!" Sam groaned.

 Sloane hopped up the stairs to her room, shut and locked the door and sat on the computer chair.

 The book had a leather binding and on the front read "Isaiah Smith". 

 There was a light scratching at the door and it cracked open. A skinny black cat jumped on the desk and meowed in her face.

 "It's all crazy, Boo." Sloane pet his head and opened the journal.

   June 3,

     We learned about my family today in Magical History today...