From Unofficial Handbook of the Virtue Universe
February 9th, 1930
The winds screamed and the skies protested at the birth of the young Aella Neva, kingdoms exiled ones who prayed to the newborn girl, parents prayed that they would never have a kid as horrible as this one. Snowstorms ravaged homes and sent them flying from their foundations, people freezing in their tracks on the way back from a grocery run to feed their husbands, wives - their families. Tornadoes rendered places uninhabitable and destroyed, killing thousands - millions.
February 10th, 1930
People cried and screamed for their lost ones, while the just born Aella had no idea what she had caused - what she had done. She wasn't at the age of being able to grasp her power, the things she could do to cities and people.
It took years for people to clean up the disaster she made, months for the snow to melt and allow trapped people to get out of their homes. Millions of dollars that couldn't be spared, were, and shoved into rebuilding the civilizations that the public thought she meant to destroy.
She was only a child, a harmless being that held the power of the winds, the power that one day would be her end.