Prologue
It was a cold winter's night, the icy wind rattled the windows of a tall, intimidating building with its windows and doors firmly shut. Ivy wrapped its sides like a coat; thin bare branches bent by the force of the icy wind brushed each other lightly. Then a child's cry split the air, startling it into silence. Two more shrill cries followed.
"Lady, they are well. Bit small but alive nonetheless. Lady? Lady!" A voice cried as the owner rushed to wrap the three little crying figures. She then took a wet cloth and dabbed the sweaty forehead of the lady lying on the bed.
"They're all right Agnes?" the lady rasped.
"Yes my Lady, now hush. Sleep." Agnes replied. The new mother peacefully drifted off into a light sleep.
"Lady! The third child! I don't think she can make it!"
"What!" the Lady's eyes snapped open. "My child! How is she?"
"Lady, she didn't make it." Agnes gently said. "I'm so sorry my Lady."
"My child!" the lady moaned with grief. Tears ran freely down her pretty face. Silence settled for a few minutes before the Lady whispered, "Agnes, let no one know of this. Bury my child at the edge of the Dungeon…take the necklace out off the top drawer of the dresser, put it on my daughter."
The midwife did as she was told without question, mothers sometimes asked her to do strange things to their child whether they were well or not. As she slipped the pendent over the baby's head, it blazed with a white light. Agnes dropped the pendent to shield her eyes. But as suddenly as it started, the light vanished and Agnes picked up the pendent gingerly. She almost dropped it again in surprise. On the pendant's smooth crystallized surface, carved in beautiful words was a name.
The midwife pursed her lips and debated of she should tell this to the Lady. When she heard the Lady give a heartfelt sigh she knew that the Lady had entered a deep slumber. Well, no use telling her anymore.
Agnes bundled the other two children warmly before she set out towards the Dungeon with the cold small bundle in her arms and a spade tied to her back.
Upon reaching the edge of the menacing massive forest, Agnes promptly dug a small pit. She placed the bundle of cloth into the pit and covered the hole.
"My daughter, it will do nobody good if you stay with the Shadow Lord. Rise. Rise, daughter of Yaseishizen, of The Wild and Mother Nature." a voice boomed.
Hoof steps mingled together with the cry of a child.
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