Deep in the city of Neverwinter, in the middle of a winter storm just nearing the beginnings of spring, the crying of a babe could be heard. The storm's howling wind was just slightly quieter than the child, but still no one came. The child's wail became weaker as the time went by. The infant was about to give into the cold world surrounding her and close her eyes when something came to her. A little brown mouse came and nudged her, keeping her awake with it's warm fur tickling her.
A few minutes later, a young boy came. "What did you find, my friend?" He spoke with an ancient voice and aura, but he looked like a simple urchin. He had dirty brown hair and bright blue eyes that seemed to have a glowing affect about them, and he seemed to radiate wisdom and knowledge. "Ah, you found a lost one." The boy picked up the child and cradled her in his arms under his cloak. "Looks like you've been favored, little one." The storm seemed to slow down around them as the sun started rising over the city walls. "I think I'll name you Dawn. The gods have smiled on you today, child. You shall not die so young."
Dawn had bright blue eyes filled with wonder and a sense of wisdom as the boy took her underground. He took her among the other urchins that lived there and brought him to his own little home in the sewers. She had stopped crying when he had picked her up and now looked at him curiously. She had dark hair that was as black as the shadows of midnight, but had a white streak in her hair that seemed like a white bolt of lightning, or a streak of purity perhaps? A strange legionnaire's emblem of some foreign nation was all that she had to pin her dark blue blanket together. It was some sort of hybrid between a raven and a dragon, but the emblem was obviously made from a Neverwinter Craftsmen.
"You shall grow to know so many things on your journey in this life, my young one." He pushed back her hair to reveal her somewhat pointy ears, revealing her to be a half-elf. "Ah, they left you for that reason. Such a shame too. You look like you'll make any human jealous of you, and yet you'll have many elves scorn you for your heritage. You shall not be ashamed of what you are though, as you will have the knowledge to be the better person. I just hope that I am right about you, little oneā¦"
