1 As the golden rays of sun climbed over the rooftops of a little suburb near London, a hooded figure with a beautiful, elegant gait made her way througout the streetse where children awaited their rides to school and men and women in suits swiftly walked to work, oblivious to everyone around them. Nobody noticed the thooded figure, and although she wasn't used to being ignored, this didn't bother her. The only thing she worried about was the small babe wrapped in her arms.
Passing house after house, the figure began to sprint as paranoia swept over her. Still, no one noticed.
Finally, though, it seemed she'd reached her destination for she stopped suddenly at an enormous establishment called Miss Margaret's Home for Orphaned Girls. Ancient bricks covered in endless vines made up the three-story building. The woman slowly let down her hood, revealing silvery blonde hair and a stunningly beautiful face. With overwhelming love in her eyes, she gazed down at the girl. Her baby was as shockingly beautiful. Her hair was a gleaming golden brown– the color of wheat almost. Her face reflected nearly all of her mother's beauty, though she possessed the color of her father's hair and eyes.
As a tear slid down the mother's face, she set the child on the ancient porch. The glowing tear fell on the child's cheek, and in a strange accent, she said, "You will be protected, Axelle."
Her glowing hair swept over the child's face, and she became a silvery bluras the mother knocked loudly on the orphanage door.
Men stared after the blindingly beautiful creature as she raced down the street. The baby began to wail loudly as a plump, flushed woman opened the front door. She gasped and scooped up the child in own swift movement. A note in elegant, slanted handwriting was attatched to the blanket that surrounded the child.