It was a dark, stormy night, to be precise, October 7, 1723. It was the day baby Zimli was born.

    "Daddy?" Kistish asked her father as he came in to check on her. He was surprised she was awake. It was very late.
   "Yes hun?" He asked, his voice masculine and broad, as many kings before him inherited. "Is mommy ok?" Kistish asked wide eyed. And something evolutional happened. Her father, of all people, cried. Luhki, a young apprentice came to deliver the news. "Queen Tarash, it's just... She has gave birth to your younger sister Zimli today. She died during giving birth to her...." He said. Kistish slowly closed her eyes. She was only five. She wasn't ready to embrace such things. She pulled the large, woolen covers over her face and sat, sulking in her own sorrow and misery.  "We're taking Zimli to the preachers tomorrow." Kistish's father croaked. "To see if she's a bad omen. . . If she is or isn't, I'm keeping her. You need a sister Kistish. You've lost too much already." And that was all true.
                              
                                                          PRESENT DAY

    Kistish propelled herself forward. She was running around with Luhki, Yukain, Orcora, and Pie Guy. Then she saw Zimli approach. "Hi Zim!" Kistish cried. She was in a good mood. It was a real good day out. This was also Zimli's 15th birthday. Kistish was already 20. Zimli came running up to them, and Kistish noticed a small figure carrying a peculiar object. "Who is that?" Yukain muttered. "I dunno, but I bet if we run after them and find out that that green thing is, I bet I'll beat you all there!" Luhki protested. Zimli added, "That's not a proper way to talk to two princesses, you should mind your manners lowly one." She sneered sarcastically.  Kistish lightly punched her on the shoulder. "Your such a big baby!" She began. "You're just afraid of loosing to the weakest knight!" She teased. "Am not!" Zimli screeched. Everyone ran their hearts out. And the race ended like this:

1st: Luhki
2nd: Kistish
3rd: Pie Guy - How?!?!??!
4th: Yukain
5th: Zimli

  Zimli was, a matter of fact mad she was last. She didn't let it bother her for too long. As they caught up with the person, They where still. Dead. And holding something. It was and orb. And Kistish knew what it was; and she knew who killed the villager. "Da!" Cried Zimli and Kistish