1642 Czechoslovakia

Milada Adamec was a girl of pure imagination. Imagination that no one else would ever weald. However, things did not always go her way. When she was 5 she'd carry around two small wooden boxes she would carry everywhere she went. She even named them names unrelated to her country. Timothy and Tina. They were the smallest boxes that she saw and she adored them. Her mother, father, and even her brother, Drahoslav , would tell her stories of magical people who would make non-living objects, real. She always believed the stories that were told to her were real.

On behalf of Timothy and Tina, they were once living people. But now they travel as two inseparable souls. These two were named Apollo and Thena. They could not leave the world if they tried so they were forever trapped in our world. A man disliked them and thought they were royalty. Both were beautiful healthy twins, playing alone together. Thena was first to discover the man's odd behavior. Apollo was lost in the village looking for his sister, when he found her on the floor motionless with her neck twisted around the way it was. The man saw him. "You saw it. Didn't you?" Apollo tried to flee when he grabbed his arm. "No! Stop!" He pulled a knife from his satchel and dug it in the boy's chest. Trying to grab for air he fell right next to his sister. Ever since then, they never saw things the same again.

     Milada had seen how the magical people had done their work, in a dream. She woke in the middle of the night, the moon beam across her face making her eyes sparkle. 'I must find them.' Apollo and Thena stared through the window, no expression on their face. "Such a young soul." Thena said. "Indeed."  Milada snuck out and headed towards the forest. "Shall we follow?" Apollo asked. "Indeed we must." The two followed her in the deep  forest, when they stopped by the heart of the woods. Milada set down her small crates down by the tree, and sat on her knees in front of them. "Přál bych si, nad síly ní. Přál bych si pro statečné duše, kterého musí být ochotny mít tyhle dva." Apollo looked at her weird. "A language we do not speak." "Interesting it is." "Shall we?" "We must." The two felt a pull as both Apollo and Thena were pulled into a box each.

      Tim rarely had this dream. It usually gave happy memories of just Milada. But now, his sister,too, has been gone for quite some time. "It's almost Christmas, brownie." Tim looked over at Hoodie. She wasn't wearing her hoodie though. She had a green long sleeved shirt underneath a red short sleeved shirt. "You haven't really told anyone what you liked." Calalini and Sachiko were playing with the knives on the floor. 'That's not weird at all!' He thought. He saw Lorali smiling. Her smile was contagious and he smiled too. "So, kid." "Yeah?" Tim started to feel lightheaded. "You've been lookin at me funny and uuuuhhh. Do....ya...l-like LIKE me.....or a-anyt-thing l-like that." Tim went as red as a tomato.

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