Inside a dark and cold forest, she was being chased by the Night Empire. She knew she had to get off this forest and get some help. She is carrying two lives in her hands plus her own. Those lives must breathe and in this night, on the twelfth of December, they will rise and fly. The woman quickly found herself in a house full of orphans. She begged them to help her.

Lights flickered as the twins found their way in this new world. Inside the room, everyone sensed the strong mana they both possess. Almost everyone gasped and was surprised at the birth of the twins.

"They must fly and find their way home," stated the woman after she gave birth. "Help them. Don't let them fall to the dark."

They agreed and promised her but before that they asked what are their names. "Madam, your twins are a boy and a girl. What shall we call them?"

The woman's tears fell down on her cheeks as she held the baby boy in her arms. "Noir." She smiled at him while one of the caretakers carried him. The woman held the girl in her arms too, she smiled at her. She knew that one day, her children will find themselves in the verge of darkness, and she must never let them know what fate has in for them. At the last drop of her breath, she mentioned the baby girl's name, "Ro-."