The first legends I ever heard were from my eldest sister.

She had always told me stories when I was young. The first one she had ever told me, one I still remember clear as day, was what happened to her, where she was, during the day I was born.

She was but a little girl, no more than the age of 10. She and a woman in white were filled with such fear and nervousness as they waited. Waited for the girl in red to bring forth unto this world, twin children that would change everything forever.

The screams of pain were strong enough to nearly create screams and tears of fear and sadness from the white woman and Sister. The red girl was scared beyond measure herself, filled with the same fear that drowned her back when Sister emerged from within.

And in a long time, yet short as well, the screaming stopped.

What came next was but mere cries, followed by small sobs of joy.

The one to utter the high cries…..was me.

Minutes later, the terror returned, as something else began to emerge.

An eternity seemed to pass, but alongside the crimson-haired boy that was to be me, was another son, his hair bleeding a bright white.

I would have a Brother to guide in this world.

But the story doesn't just stop there. Sister even told me and Brother about when she was born as well. And how, upon her becoming of her second age, our cousin was born. This was to be a hybrid of two similar species. And when Cousin was of her seventh year, she gained two Brothers, both hybrids just like her.

With the birth of those boys, the family I knew, loved, and grown up with was finally complete. What makes us unique is that, not only did we see ourselves to be future legends, but that our parents were legends themselves.

You know the names of the Four.

But then again, you should ask yourself, "How did they all have kids if they are all female?"

Whenever it is brought up, I feel as if I am questioning my own existence.

What was the reason?

Dust?

Aura?

Advanced Science?

The answer has long since been forgotten by me. Rumors state that the four of us had actually been adopted, but I know all too well that the myth is no more before it even came to be.

You also know everything there is to the Four. Their origins, their adventures, their tragedies, their battles, everything.

But this isn't their story.

This is ours.

And this is how it begins.