A cold wind blew in the barren land. The ground was black with a coat of purple goo. This was far away from Jamaa, somewhere in the Phantom Badlands. Voices could be heard from a distance, as well as the sounds of a peaceful baby's coos.

"Do we have to give them up?" A blue heron sat on the cold ground. She held a little baby girl in one wing and her husband's hand in the other.

"I'm sorry, it must be done… They're not safe here…" The beautiful masked man held another baby boy in his arm. The heron looked at the babies and then her husband. Her expression was filled with infinite pain. The masked man noticed this and gazed at her with sympathy. "We will watch them, and guide them, throughout their lives."

"But what if they never find each other?"

"They will. It may take a long time, but they will."

"What if it's too late?!" The heron screeched but quickly quieted down, nuzzling the baby girl she had upset.

"There is no too late. They have their many lives for a reason. We control fate, and we can make sure the time comes."

The heron looked at him, sadness clouding her gaze. "I hope you're right, Zios…" She paused, looking at the two bundles of love. She couldn't imagine parting with them, but she had no choice. However, the least she could do was name them. "What will we call them?"

Zios thought for a moment. "The girl will be Tori Kara," He decided.
"And what about the boy?"

Zios paused. Before he spoke, a shadow crept on them. They heard a familiar scream, and a shudder ran down their spines. A voice could be heard, shouting to another.

"They must be nearby! If the smoke girl was here they can't be far!"

The heron gasped. "Not Lulanna…" She whispered. Another voice spoke, rising over the whisper.

"I can't find them!"

"Well keep looking! If Mira and Zios think they can run from us for any longer…"

Zios turned to his wife in panic. "Mira, we must send them now!" He whispered urgently. "We cannot let them know we have children, or they will be in great danger I fear."

"We can hide from them, can't we?" Mira pleaded.

"Not with them! We must send them!"

"Oh, alright…" Mira let a tear fall down her feathered face. "Call Silver."

Zios reached his hands out and silver smoke rose from them. A spirit like creature ascended from the smoke. The spirit spoke in a squeaky, high pitched voice, echoing quietly.

"Masters," The spirit squeaked. "Shall I take them?"

"Yes, Silver, take them as far from here as you can in Jamaa." Zios urged the spirit.

"Shall I lead them to the pillow room, Masters?"

"Yes, that will be fine." Zios turned to Mira. "Are you ready to give them up now?"

"Y-yes.." Mira murmured. "It must be done…" Before letting Silver reach for the precious babies, Mira nuzzled each of them. "Goodbye, my sweets," She whispered to them, before passing them to Silver. "Protect them on the journey, until they find a loving home." Mira pleaded.

"Yes, Master Mira," Silver faded to smoke with both children to begin the journey to Jamaa.

Mira weeped and Zios comforted her momentarily, before helping her up hurriedly. "We haven't much time before they find us."

Mira nodded and rose to her feet. They began rushing out of the cave they had taken temporary dwelling in, before they heard the eerie sounds of goo dripping, and saw flashes of electric lights on their way. The phantoms were coming.