Year 603
The morning dew fell slowly as snow drifted around the isolated houses.
The morning was like any other for Emilia and her parents.
They were all around the same height of 5'8, sporting black hair each, and worked as coal miners for the kingdom, as well as maintaining the small towns that wrapped around the expanding mountain range hugging the border of a neighboring country. This country was more like individual tribal groups that would frequently battle and trade places.
Emilia was born with bright pink hair that would shimmer red in direct sunlight, and many villagers, including her father, were wary and shocked to see this outcome.
The day after her 5th birthday, her best friend Rosina, sporting pure white hair and roughly a year older than her, proclaimed that Emilia should be proud of her hair color and whatever spirit energy she might unlock in the future.