"Centuries ago, there was a man. The man was terminally insane, and did not believe in names. Names were the ultimate form of evil to him. He called himself the Highest Wayward and named his children in similar suit. He had three daughters: the First Wayward, the Gathering Wayward, and the Hunting Wayward. He loved First the most, and made no attempt to hide it. In fact, he bloodily slaughtered his wife for tucking her into bed one night. One day, he realized that there was nobody to continue the family line, and panicked. First was 16 at the time, and had realized this as well. She had been researching black magic at her father's library. She had cast a spell that allowed her to procreate on her own, with one catch. She had to kill the rest of her family. Had she read the fine print, she would have found that the tradition must be carried on for the rest of the family's line. That night, she killed her sisters and father. When she bore children, pure of the Wayward line, she decided she could do her father a favor and name them similarly as well. They were the Solar Wayward and the Lunar Wayward. What she didn't know was, even though they would, eventually, slaughter their family, they would not be able to procreate the way their mother did. Lunar eventually took a wife from an equally rich family, and to this day, the tradition continues. By having two Waywards, they broke the tradition. The Wayward family is defying black magic."