The city, forever known in the hearts of it’s residents as Broken Heart, had crumbled. What was one a thriving, booming town was now a small, feeble place that boasted nothing but gloom and gray. The war had torn the place apart, leaving people walking around emotionless and buildings cracked and without repair. No one greeted one another on the streets and most people could barely make ends meet. As time passed nothing got better, as things did in other towns. Broken Heart City stayed just that way, a place for the broken-hearted.

But just on the edge of the town a orphanage was raising two children, a brother and sister. They were twins who had lost their father to war and their mother to the broken heart syndrome. However their was something different about these children. they were happy.