September 5th 1992
It was a dark cloudy night. Thick fog was rolling in from the sea, so thick you couldn't see a metre infront of you. A shadowy figure drifted just off the shore in a rickety wooden rowboat, they carried a small bundle in their lap as they rowed the boat silently to the shore. The figure rowed right onto the shore with a wave and as it ebbed back to sea the wave left the boat stranded on the beach. The figure wore a long black clock its hood blocking their face from view. They were nearing the town when a huge just knocked their hood back, long flowing black hair trailed with the hood. With the hood being down the figure's beautiful face was visable, with deep cerulean eyes that were red from crying, her body language was one that told of mourning and pain. She took the first right as she entered the town square. It was easy tonight to lose anyone tailing her in this town for its long criss crossing streets acted like a maze and with the fog it was easy to get lost. However the figure knew exactly where she was going. In the great wall at the other edge of the town there was a gaping hole, this was her target. Shifting the small bundle in her arms, she walked through the hole into the woods beyond it. Her eyes threatning to water. On the wall beside the hole there was a small plaque reading "Twilight Orphanage: There is a Home for everyone." Once through the woods the lady saw a great mansion looming through the fog. Approaching the door there was a small flower cart with a sign with prices on it. The figure walked up the front steps and placed the bundle on the ground infront of the door, opening the flap on the bundle the figure stared at the cerulean eyes staring back at her. Her eyes began to water as she set a letter beside the child and rang the doorbell running back to the gate and vanishing into the fog.
The doors on the mansion opened and a teenage girl stepped out onto the steps. Looking down she saw a the small bundle. As she picked the child up the blanket fell away. It was a boy small and skinny as hell. "Aerith, what is it?" an elderly vocie calls from inside.
"Its another one" The girl calls back. Looking the child over the girl noticed a strange marking on his steps back inside and as she shuts the door a gust blows the letter to her feet.