Third person pov;
Cincella was too stunned to even speak. Who? Her sister? Heartless? This person right here? With the violet eyes and lavender hair?
Cincella smile gently. But the words that left her mouth was far from gentle.
"Who the fuck should I kill?" Vivian giggle but for Cincellawho has known her for more than ten years it sounded sad.
"No its just that-" Cincella could hear Vivian sighing. "I'm just thinking. Just years ago when we're both high-school girls enjoying out life.
Then suddenly we both got here. And somehow become sisters and soon we will be participating in the war.
But Cella have you ever wonder, what out families that we left back home would be like?"
Cincella think for a second. What Vivian said was true. They were just victims of fate and gods.
They didn't chose anything. They were just like one day they woke up and then the next thing you know you were leading many people to war.