A mother cries out in pain as her children are ripped from her grasp.

They were newborns, twins.
A male and female.

The people whom stole her children take them to their according groups.

Mixture of bad blood wasn't allowed, despite the Royal Blood that flowed through their veins. 

The mother wept as she was left in the dust, helpless after just giving birth.
She was too weak to protect her children.

The broken female burried her head into her hands, sobbing tirelessly for hours.

Then, a spark came to her eyes as they flashed a brilliant amber color.

She would get her children back, and she would punish those who had taken them from her.
But she needed to get work done before she could have the means to do so.

The mother rose to her feet, and hobbled her way back to her kingdom, where she would plan her future works.

A war that would destroy the kingdoms as they were.

If only she knew, that the children she wanted to return to her so badly would be her own demise, and spark a twenty-seven year war that would end in a bloodbath.