The little girl used to live in a small village, homeless. Her mother was sick and her father was a soldier in the Plegian army, currently fighting in little commotions near the Ylissean borders. She spent most of her time sneaking food and money, in order to get some medicine and a good meal for her mother, sometimes enough to stay in a tavern during the cold desert nights. This lifestyle forced her to become strong and mature quickly, not able to be as carefree as the people of her age. One rainy day, she saw a tall slender man walking in the town, someone she had never seen before. She tracked him, as his clothes looked costy. She noticed the Grimleal designs on his purple tunic but wasn’t scared. After all, she knew a lot of Grima worshipers living there so it was nothing new to her. Still following him in order to spot where he hides his gold, she finally had an opportunity to steal it. But before she could do anything, the tall man stopped, grabbing her arm, kneeling down to her level. He took a deep look at her purple eyes and gently smiled, letting go of her arm. The guy told her his name and said he will protect her now, fainting to pat her head to actually use dark magic on her. She was confused and before knowing how and why, she fainted. Valldar was that man, brainwashing the little girl to become his protégée and, one day, his weapon. Due to the stormy night when it happened, he named her Aversa [In french, “une averse”is a quick change of weather, usually rain/storms.], the future strong femme fatale devil who will reign over the world by his side.