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They were twins, born of the same breath.
The momentous (yet terribly common) instance of an infant's first laugh was the only known way to birth and send away a new soul to a mysterious and far away land where no human had been able to tread--a place where all fairies inhabited.
This instance was no different, and when the newest member of the Afton family had let out a coo of a giggle, his mother watched the curtains to the open window flutter on a breezeless dawn, and she fleetingly wondered what kind of creature would be born of her child.
The spirit, despite its lack of sapience, had instinct and knew it needed to be somewhere far, far away from its birthplace. The journey would be long but easy and largely uneventful.
But first, it needed a vessel.
The early light at the break of dawn had formed a beam through the gaps between the leaves of the overhead trees. The light that bridged the good night and kind day was stronger and richer with magic than at any other time, and a shapeless newborn fairy was more susceptible to magic than anything else on Earth.
And as the soul passed through that potent ray, it grew hot and burst into two at the sheer power that channeled into it.
Like magnets, the two now-glowing halves, one light, one dark, orbited one another and stuck by each others' side for the remainder of the journey, completely and utterly unaware of the frightening rarity they were to be.
The souls arrived in the same way any other new fairy would: gently floating down to the center of the grand hollow that served as a natural stadium for important events to take place. The dust keeper would scoop up his supply of magical pixie dust and pour it over the new fairy's body.
But this time was different. One look at the two bright and burning halves made the dust keeper blanch and nearly drop his sparkling goblet. His fellow fairy folk who stopped in to attend the dusting followed suit and gasped at the sight.
Fairies were beings of nature. Ones designed to communicate and cooperate with it to help along the process of changing the seasons. Because of this, Fairies were created to specialize in a single talent to keep things as simple and efficient as possible. Most Fairies worked with flora, fauna, and the many elements such as water or light. This was the natural order of things.
But what greeted the hollow was an anomaly. An affront to nature. Something so obviously malicious in their burning radiance that inspired deep feelings of sick reverence. Cosmic fae were known to be tyrants born of absolute power if the pungent twilight that created them hadn't killed them on impact. The fatality rate made them rare, and the creatures of the magical world were grateful for it. But now, with the twin souls looking around at their audience with an uncanny and wide-eyed innocence, the rest of the fae gazed upon them with fear and unease.
"...Hello?" They chimed in unison.
Neither set of milky eyes bore pupils, resembling unseeing saucers more than they did eyes. They shone with an unnatural pearlescence made evident by the glowing dust that bathed them and lit the hollow.
The one on the left cleared its throat, probably too anxious to clear the palpable tension in the air.
"What's going on? Who are all of you?"
"And why are you staring at us?" The one on the right added.
The twins, as if only just noticing one another for the first time, locked eyes. After a brief moment, they joined hands and exclaimed:
"NEW FRIENDS!"
To the horror of the watching fae, the earth shook slightly with the outburst. The crying of crows just outside could be heard, and the sound of their fleeing acted as a catalyst that stirred the hollow into a frenzy.
Fairies of all different talents [blah blah blah. Omg it's queen clarion with a different name who stops all the fighting instantly and confers with the seasonal heads and then allows the twins to stay yayyy]