Part One:
Up ahead Carrie saw the mountains they called home.
Lisa sang softly to herself, eager to be in out of the cold.
Snow swirled past her face, she wondered if Carrie would build a snow man with her the next morning.
They entered their small home.
It wasn't much, just a series of caves carved into the mountain.
They had lived here for as long as they could remember.
Neither twin could remember their mother very well.
Sometimes Lisa dreamed about their mother.
She was sure their mother had brown eyes like Carrie.
Carrie went over to one of the furnaces and put in some meat before lighting it, holding her hands up to warm them.
Lisa grabbed a pick axe and went down the stairs, heading for their strip mine, the noise of the pick axe dragging on the ground made Carrie wince.
The girls often went on several day long trips, and on return home Lisa would go straight to the strip mines and replenish their ore supplies.
The trips were for food.
They did have a small farm of their own, but it often didn't last them through the winter.
Carrie took the meat from the furnace and started down the stairs, her eyes hooded.
She could hear her sister singing, and the sound of the pick axe meeting stone.
'The food is cooked,' Carrie sat down, leaning against a cave wall.
'We should eat upstairs,' replied Lisa, 'It's warmer there.'
'I know you'll just come straight back down here after, so here is fine,' answered Carrie.
Lisa accepted her share of the food.