It was only Forty-five years ago that a both tragic, and magical, event happened in the piral. A young woman in her thirties lay in a nest of bear hides on the floor of a stone cabin. A fire roared. A small bundle of fur was in her arms. She beamed proudly at it.
In the small bundle of fur was a baby girl born just that night. She didn't look anything like the woman holding her, or the woman who was suddenly kneeling down next to the new mother. For the mother had blonde hair that was up in a pony tail, pale skin, and eyes bluer than any shard of saphire.
The other woman, however, had puppy dog-like eyes that were a chocolately brown, matching hair, and pale skin aswell.
The baby, however, had purple hair, emerald green eyes, and a skin tone that matched a light brown wood. And, upon her forehead was a crescent moon. It sparkled and shimmered as if someone that was excellent with glitter had added it there.
"Mother," The blonde haired woman started. "I can tell that she has some witch blood like we do. I can feel it in her soul."
The other woman smiled. "Your right, Laura. She will make an excellent wizard. Perhaps a Theurgist like her father and myself? Or a Pyromancer like you?"
Laura smiled. "Now, now, mother. Talking about her field now? She still doesn't have a name! Should we name her Stephanie, after you?"
Stephanie smiled. "I don't know, hon. Since I only go by a first name, that might not be a wise idea. I remember naming you. I thought of "Laura" because you looked like a Laura. And for your last name, "Rubyshield", your father chose that. He chose that because he could tell that ruby flames shielded your fragile heart."
"I like.. Jasmine." Laura finally decided.
"Wise decision. Why not make her last name "Soulblood" after how you described her witch half?"
"Very well," Laura nodded. "Jasmine Soulblood it is."