In the darkness of the lost woods, a woman wonders endlessly past trees and shrubs with blonde hair that contrasted against the dark wood and greenery of the forest. Her pale blue eyes were bloodshot and tired. She adjusted the bundle that she cradled in her arms to make sure it was safe. She continued to wander through the forest, unaware of the toxins that were slowly killing her from the inside. She found her way to a small stream that ran lazily through the trees, her she stopped to rest and drink. She then lay down and fell close to the stream with the bundle close by and fell asleep, never to wake again. The poison, having done its deed, turned her skin pale and cold, coating her body in green spores; a blanket of death. The bundle in its soft blue wrappings rolled from her into the stream. The harmed blanket kept its contents dry and warm as it floated down stream with the current.

The stream took the little blanket out of the lost woods and branched into a slow lazy river that flowed on the outskirts of the plains. The blanket then bobbed its way to a canal that had been dug by the construction workers on the bank. They were too busy to see the bundle go by and follow the current to a waterfall that had been built for scenery. Just as the blanket tipped over the edge a strong thin hand grabbed the soft fabric. The hand belonged to a woman with silver hair and a tattoo under her eye. She held the blanket up and cradled it in her arms and unwrapped it. Inside was a child with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes. The child smiled as the woman spoke,

"I am Impa young one. I will take care of you for now." There was care in her voice though her face never changed in expression. The child giggled and stuck out his tongue at Impa. She carried him back to the village that he would call home.