AN//: This book has five chapters at the beginning that I hope you sorta treat as a prologue. I just wanted to separate them because they are equally important in their own way. Enjoy!

Martha's Pov

"I was born on October 4th. I was always told that it was perfectly between being hot and cold. That's what mother always said anyway. Dad said it was eerie. The sky seemed to show pictures of futures, all obscured by one large circular cloud. I'm not sure about it, but I believe both are important in their own way. Dad left in a circular portal. Mom is Ianite, the goddess of balance. But this is my story..."

Ianite's Pov

I held a little girl, my little Martha, while Spark guided a wide eyed Helgrind out of his room. Windows lined the wall I was standing by but no light came through. It was about nine o'clock and I could see stars thought the clean windows. Purple shades were on the sides of each window. It was October 6th and the first time Martha had been to our home in Dagrun. Spark smiled at me and I almost laughed at the goofy way his sunglasses hung over his face. One side drooped and the other fit perfectly over his ear. It was exactly how he looked when I first met him, with the same happy smile and goofy glasses. Helgrind ran across the dimly lit room and hugged my legs. His brown hair flipped and waved as he ran across the wooden floor.

"Mommy, whose that? That one you're holding?" He asked in a small voice. His voice was high pitched and squeaky because he was tired. I looked down at his hair and ruffled it with my free hand. He backed away slightly from my touch, he was sensitive at night and even the smallest contact with others made him flinch. That's the way all young children are though. Even I was, once upon a time. It was well past Helgrind's bedtime but Spark thought he should meet Martha right when she got home.

"This is Martha, your little baby sister." I said softly. I turned on the small lamp next to me with a snap of my fingers and sat down on the floor next to Helgrind. He looked up in apprehension as I showed him Martha, who was fast asleep. Spark took a look from across the room. He moved his glasses back into place and took another look at Martha, squinting his eyes. How does he see in the dark with those things on anyway?

"She has your hair," beamed Spark as he shook me out of my thoughts. I looked at him, then back at Martha.

"Well she has your eyes," I said back to him. He smiled and walked over with his shoes squeaking against the wood. Little Martha's eyes opened right on cue. "Martha this is your brother, Helgrind." I said softly. Helgrind's head rose to look right at her. He smiled and looked up at me, then at Spark. Helgrind smiled and put his hand by hers letting her grab his fingertips. She squeezed them and Helgrind quickly moved his fingers away.

"We're gonna be best friends." Helgrind stated as if it was a fact. It was a beautiful sight because Martha smiled when he said it too. Then I saw something flash in her eyes, almost a disgusted look. I must have imagined it though. She's only a baby after all. "But mommy can only use that voice with me." He said. Spark chuckled.

"Time for bed Helgrind." I said. I handed Martha to Spark who gladly held her. I walked down the hallway to Helgrind's room. His door was bright red, just as he wanted it. He grabbed my hand I opened his door. The room was smaller, but he loved it. A fish tank was in one corner. In it was a clown fish named Namo. On his desk were drawings of white and gold buildings and boats all drawn in crayons. Each was on a different color paper. My favorite was the only picture on white paper. It was a drawing of me, Spark, and Helgrind. At least, that's what I'm told. I'm a purple stick figure holding hands with a small stick figure and Spark is a stick figure with green glasses. I asked Hegrind why it was his only picture on white paper and he said it was because purple didn't show up on anything but white while white and gold show up on every color. When he said that I had shivered. As I tucked him into bed he looked thoughtful. "What's up Champ?" I asked, concerned. He held his sheets in his tiny fists and looked at me.

"I don't like her." He said innocently. I smiled to myself, no older brothers ever do, do they? Not mine, not anyone's.

"You'll like her more when she gets older, you will become great friends, trust me." I said quietly.

"I'm not so sure I do." He said falling asleep. I heard quiet snoring from him and walked away, closing the red door.