Soft sounds of the wind graced the city, the night was silent and its darkness complimented by glittering stars and the glowing moon. There, two figures sat under the blanket of the sky, one of which was small and had curiosity shining in her eyes, a book brought to life with pictures in her little hands. She turned the page tracing the illustrations with delicacy and admiration, eyes fixed on the ethereal faces. She looked up towards the other figure and asked softly, "Momma, who are they?" The mother couldn't hold in her smile as she lovingly looked from her daughter's doe eyes to the book that felt more like a photo album as she answered her daughter, "They are the GemZ" a group of strong, enchanted heroes long ago . . . " With the way the woman spoke of them, her daughter could sense how much these people meant and it made her more curious about these "fighters", and said "Tell me their story!"