Delicately, she stretched her legs out, feet dipping gently into the small pool. Lights blinked up at her from beneath the water's surface, all of them linked together via green vines. She reached forward, fingers gently breaking the surface of the water, mouth pouting ever so slightly as her eyes scanned the lights.

"Who are you hitting now?"

She half turned at the sound of the voice, her lips curling into a gentle smile as she withdrew her hand and feet from the water, shaking them before twisting her body around and standing up in the grass.

"Greetings, brother," she bowed her head forward, strands of grass green hair falling forward. Her skin was a light brown, her eyes bright blue, the colour of water. The man opposite her looked completely different; his skin was a light shade of blue, his messy hair a darker shade of the same colour. Deep, jade green eyes twinkled at her as he shook his head.

"How jaded are you?" he muttered, crossing towards her and gazing into the pool. "You think destroying everything with be the answer?"

She laughed, the sound high pitched, girly. He frowned, arms crossed, as he studied her.

"You need to stop this," he hissed, shaking his head. "It will solve nothing."

"It will solve everything, dear brother," she snapped back, reaching forward and laying a hand on his shoulder. Where her skin emitted warmth, his was freezing cold. She was meant to be the loving one, not him. Although as time had passed, their roles had reversed. Now he was the one who wanted to spare the pitiful beings, the ones who had long ago given up of worshipping both of them. "They will realise their mistakes and treat the planet better. Not like they do now. They have had their chance."

"Remember when you tried to stop me?" he laughed, backing off from her. "When you protested against the destruction I wanted to wage on them? You begged, pleaded even! And look at you!"

"They still loved us, back then," she sighed. "They still looked to the woods around them, they still danced in joy for what I – we – gave them."

"They call it paganism, now," he chuckled, eyes snapping back to the pool. "Or witchcraft."

She knelt down, one hand outstretched to the water. "Wicca," she whispered. "They still worship me. The Great Mother."

"Us, sister," he barked. "Us. We call us one but we both hear them, do we not? We both grant their prayers."

"Ah, but it is only I they acknowledge, brother. Not you."

He leapt forward, hand lashing out and grabbing her throat, pushing her backwards. She smiled at him, eyes twinkling as his fingers tightened. "

"Is it not Mother Nature they call out to?" she cackled, eyes closing for a brief second. "Do they not refer to the world around them as a she?"

"And what of their Gods?" he barked, lifting his hand. Her smile didn't falter as her feet lifted off the ground. "Are not most of them men? Do they not call to their father in heaven; have they not always worshipped the men above the women? Back to the time of Zeus, sister, have men had a better place in their hierarchy than you."

"Why are we fighting about this?" she hissed, hands snapping up and grabbing his wrists. He growled, before letting her go. Softly, her feet landed on the ground, bare toes stretching out, feeling the grass beneath her as her brother's arms fell back to her side. "It won't matter soon; I plan to destroy them."

"How?" he growled. "An earthquake? Tornados? You won't do too much damage with just them. No. I won't even bother to try to stop you. Without me, you can achieve nothing."

"You are right, of course." Still, her smile did not falter as she stepped towards the pool. Slowly, he followed her, standing beside her and staring down at the lights. "Water is much more destructive."

"I won't help you," he announced, shaking his head. "I can't. Destroying's futile, sister."

"Futile? It's worked before," she whispered, eyes narrowed as she shook back her hair. "We need to kill them, brother, and start afresh. Again. It's such a shame that they never learn."

"Sister, please, reconsider..."

"I thought you weren't going to try to stop me?"

He sighed. "But if I just leave will keep on trying, won't you?"

"Of course," her lips curled backwards, teeth shining in the light that came from the pool, "and, poor, foolish brother of mine, you will help me."

"No, I won't."

"You have no choice!" she cried, hand lashing out, grabbing his wrist and plunging it into the water. He screamed out, cried out, and begged her to stop as she slammed into the lights with his hand, destroying them one by one.