Florinthe Rämna was going to have twins. She knew it. She could feel the two lives inside her, growing and blossoming. Her husband, Makar, had made the preparations. Two cribs, made by his own hand. He had acquired plenty of fabrics and yarn for Florinthe to make tiny clothes. He had doubled his efforts tending to their land so that they could store some money and food for the two new mouths that would soon enter their lives.

When the happy day came Florinthe gave birth to one daughter, and one daughter only. Hours passed and she begged the midwife to stay longer. "I'm sorry," she had been told, "but there is no other child."

She had been so sure, but even so, her one daughter was beautiful, and she would love her fiercely.

Faith was a good child. Quiet, obedient, and full of light. By the time she turned three, things began to change. She began speaking to imaginary friends. She started acting out and breaking rules that she had obeyed for years. She complained of nightmares and would sleepwalk every few nights.

At the age of six, she had become two different people entirely. Faith was, as always, a model child. Her sister, as she labelled the alternate personality, was not. Although Florinthe was alarmed at her daughter's peculiar situation, a part of her was vindicated. She had indeed borne twins, just within a single body. She named the second daughter Melody, the name she had always intended to give her.

Unfortunately, Faith and Melody's relationship became ever more unstable as they grew. Finding an innate talent for the healing arts, Faith would routinely mend the wings of butterflies and the wounds of mice in the fields. Melody, ever more frustrated that she was not in control as much as Faith, became destructive. Eventually the two girls split their time evenly, with Faith active during the day, and Melody taking over after dark. Much to their dismay, the girls' parents were soon unable to control them.

With heavy hearts, and no shortage of tears, Florinthe and Makar entrusted their only daughter to the nearby Convent of the Holy Creator. A group of clerics, nuns, and priests, all women, who had devoted themselves to the divine arts. They promised to watch over the girl and would help her to control her mind, all while developing her skills as a healer.

Faith took to the teachings immediately. She excelled in all aspects of her education: memorizing scripture, practicing traditional medicine, and most of all divine magic. The sisters of the convent taught her meditation techniques, and this combined with prayer gave her both magical reserves and control over her mind, and her sister.

Strict isolation had been necessary for her education, she had been told. The outside world had no shortage of perils and temptations to lead the followers of light astray. Once her training was complete she would be free to roam the world at her discretion, but no sooner. Although she missed her parents terribly, she devoted herself to her studies. Perhaps if she worked very hard she could finish early, and see them that much sooner.

Unfortunately this was not to pass. When Faith was nine, just two years into her training, a devastating plague swept the countryside. The convent's isolation kept them safe, and while a few of the sisters had been permitted to assist those in need, Faith was nowhere near ready. It was not until two years later, after the plague had passed in full, that she had been permitted leave for a single day to visit her parents' graves. Two of the many that the plague had taken.

Faith's training was completed when she was fifteen. With blessings from her mentors she set out on her own. With no more ties to her homeland she has traveled for many years, helping wherever and however she can. Melody, wishing for more freedom, has taken advantage of every opportunity she's had to gain control.