The Sibilings.

The golden sun hung low in the sky as Nova continued his stroll through the affluent district of Thran. Polished storefronts glittered with an array of dazzling goods, and the air carried the subtle fragrance of opulence. Well-dressed creatures, their features a testament to their wealth, moved with an air of sophistication, engaging in animated conversations and perusing the extravagant wares.

As Nova observed this affluent side of Thran, he couldn't shake the contrasting images of the slums that lay ahead. The division between the rich and the destitute struck him profoundly, unveiling the intricate layers of a society molded by dichotomy.

Curiosity propelled Nova toward the outskirts of the affluent district, where the streets gradually transformed into narrow alleys, and the air thickened with the pungent scent of garbage. The slums, a stark juxtaposition to the opulence, unveiled Thran's other face—a place where despair and desperation clung to every shadow.

The labyrinthine alleys of the slums were a testament to the struggles faced by those dwelling in their makeshift homes. Structures pieced together from the remnants of the entire planet's waste stood precariously, barely offering shelter from the harsh realities outside. The inhabitants, desperate and downtrodden, sought refuge in vices that provided momentary solace.

Nova navigated through this chaotic landscape, where the accumulation of refuse painted a bleak picture of the residents' daily lives. The disparity between the two realms of Thran, now laid bare before him, left Nova grappling with the complexity of this planetary society.

In the heart of the slums, a disturbing tableau unfolded. Two young Beast kin, siblings by the looks of it, fiercely defended their meager meal from a group of callous adults. The scene was a stark reminder of the lawlessness that gripped this forsaken part of Thran.

Unable to turn a blind eye, Ignis, Nova's loyal companion, sought permission to intervene. Nova, moved by empathy, granted his request with a solemn nod, uttering words that would set in motion a transformation for the siblings.

Ignis moved with swift, calculated efficiency, silencing the tormentors and rescuing the siblings. The older sibling, a formidable protector to the younger, responded to Nova's inquiry with a growl—an expression of distrust forged in the crucible of adversity.

Acknowledging their resilience, Nova extended an olive branch in the form of fresh fruits. The simple offering bridged a gap, prompting Nova to propose a chance for the siblings to escape the clutches of the slums, promising shelter, sustenance, and the opportunity to learn self-defense within the guild's protective walls.

The older sibling, still wary, confronted Nova with a question that resonated with the skepticism of someone who had weathered life's harshest storms. "Who are you? And why are you helping us?"

Nova, unfazed by the guarded inquiry, offered a cryptic yet reassuring smile. "Do I need a reason to help? Consider it an investment."

With the siblings in tow, Nova guided them through the dilapidated alleys to the guild's haven. Freya, commanding the mage forces, awaited their arrival in the guild hall. Her stern expression softened as she beheld the plight of the siblings—two souls burdened by the weight of their circumstances.

Taking charge, Freya ushered the siblings into the warmth of the guild. She ensured their immediate needs were met—clean baths, nourishing food, and a sense of security that had long eluded them. The transformation was palpable as the siblings shed the grime of the slums and embraced the sanctuary offered by the guild.

Nova, now clad in more comfortable attire, couldn't resist a chuckle as he witnessed the siblings indulging in a feast of proportions that spoke volumes about their deprivation. Ignis, usually stoic and composed, found himself caught in a rare moment of unbridled laughter, prompted by the infectious joy radiating from the siblings.

Drawn to their joviality, Nova approached the trio. The laughter lingered, echoing through the guild hall as Nova addressed the siblings, who, amidst mouthfuls of food, finally relaxed their guard.

"Now that you've settled down," Nova began, "tell me your names."

The older sibling, his gaze meeting Nova's with a mixture of defiance and curiosity, took a moment before grumbling, "I'm Ray, and this is my twin sister, May."

Nova asked Freya to check their internal origin energy to Guage their potential.

Freya, with her heightened senses, delved into the energy cores of Ray and May. Her fingertips emitted a faint glow as she scanned their internal energies. The revelation that Ray carried the essence of the dark realm while May emanated the purity of the light realm didn't escape Freya's perceptive gaze.

Ray, sensing the examination, offered an explanation. "It may be because my father is from the dark realm, and my mother is from the light realm. We inherited one parent's origin. Because of this, the adults bully us in the slums."

Nova absorbed this information, his expression contemplative. The plight of Ray and May, marked by the duality of their origins, mirrored the societal prejudices that had stained their young lives. In that moment, Nova made a silent vow to provide them a haven within the guild—an oasis where their unique heritage would be celebrated rather than scorned.

Addressing Ray and May, Nova spoke with reassurance, "You both have beautiful names. You don't need to work hard. Just relax and train under Freya. Consider this guild your home and let the burden of repayment be lifted from your shoulders."

Freya, having completed her assessment, withdrew her hand and affirmed, "Their energies seem balanced, though the influence of the dark and light realms in their cores makes them truly unique."

Nova nodded, satisfied with Freya's assessment. "Unique indeed, and that's what makes them valuable assets to our guild. Freya, ensure they receive proper training and guidance. We want them to flourish here."

Freya, her authoritative demeanor softened by a newfound sense of purpose, nodded in agreement. "I'll make sure they are well taken care of, father."

With the matter settled, Nova turned his attention back to Ray and May. "Now, Ray, May, embrace the opportunities here. Learn, grow, and most importantly, be yourselves. The guild is a sanctuary for those who dare to defy societal norms."

As Ray and May absorbed Nova's words, a glimmer of hope sparkled in their eyes—a stark contrast to the despair that had clouded their gazes in the slums. Nova, guided by an innate sense of justice and compassion, had unknowingly opened a chapter of transformation for these siblings within the guild's protective walls.