How it all began…..
"We can't just abandon her!" A distressed woman declared. She had flame red hair with tree brown bangs. Her crystal blue eyes grew glassy with tears, and shone like diamonds as they ran down her face. "She's just a baby!" Her voice continued to raise.
"I never wanted a child! Especially one this pitiful and weak!" A rage red man screamed in return. His hair was mud brown with black clumps throughout it. The woman stared at him with shock showing on every inch of her tear stained face. "You are mine so you must do as I say!" The man persists. They both looked at the baby the woman was holding. It looked up at its mom, then tears showed in its eyes. It began to cry louder and louder while the couple continued to fight. Soon the man's hands were glowing blue.
"You wouldn't dare freeze me in an Ice Crystal." The woman growled. "I could just melt it. I am a Fire-Dragon-Slayer after all." She bragged, knowing it was the rarest and most powerful of all Dragon-Slayers.
"I'm an Ice-Dragon-Slayer and stronger than you, so don't get too cocky. It would be very difficult for you to escape….If you are still conscious when encased in ice." He snapped tactfully. He stomped up to her, then ripped the baby from her arms. She went to take the child back, but he swatted her to the floor. He held the baby by the arm above the woman, who was clutching her cheek. "Get rid of it." He bluntly commanded and dropped the baby into the mother's anxious awaiting arms. "Now!" He bellowed when she hesitated for a second. She sighed, lips quivering, and walked outside. She rocked the baby to quiet it and put it to sleep as she swayed up the street, to the deck of a quaint house, and laid the baby down on the wooden deck.
"I'm sorry little one, but you will be safer and happier here." She laid a letter under a rock, rang the doorbell, then fled. All the while she wept, for she had just given away her first, precious, and only child to a good friend. (At lest it wasn't a total stranger, right?) The door of the house opened. A woman with leaf green hair and jade colored eyes came out to find…..a baby...at her….doorstep!?
"Oh, My!" She gasped, dropping the towel she was drying her hands with.
"Who is it, Dear?" A man with a raspy voice called from inside the house. "Is everything ok?" He asked revealing sapphire hair, gold eyes, a chizzled jaw, navy-blue overalls, a white sweat covered shirt and muddy, farm, work boots holding a glass of water. "What's this? A child!?" He jumped quietly, trying not to wake the baby slopping some water in the process.
"I wonder who and where it's mother is, and how it got here…." She replied, glancing quickly at her husband, before leaning over to pick up the baby. "Huh?" She mumbled while moving a rock from on top of a piece of paper. There was writing on it. It appeared to be a message to them. It looked old as if it were written before the baby was even born. "A note for us." She read it aloud.
"Dear friends,
I have feared this would happen the day I discovered I was expecting, but it did. Please take care of my precious daughter. I didn't want to give her away, but her life and mine depended on it. I hope you will take her in, love her, and give her the best life she could ever ask for. I entrust her to you. She is my everything. Protect her from the cruelty in this world and the men who may come after her when she is stronger. I hope to see her again.
-Lana"
"Lana." The woman breathed, looking up at her husband. "No." Fear glimmered in her eyes. "It's that mad man Dargo! He's forced Lana to abandon her only child. He never did like kids. Were so in love." She thought for a minute. "I'll do it." She declared. Her husband, whose to her right, did a spit take with his water. He coughed and sputtered for a few moments. The woman cradled the baby lovingly, slightly smiling.
"We will?" He squeezed out, voice cracking. She glared at him, giving him an 'Of course we will' look. "Jade, sweety, we can barely put food on the table, and keep a roof over our heads, let alone another child!" He contradicted pointedly.
"Well we can't just leave her! No one wants a child found at their doorstep. Plus Lana entrusted us with a new life that was the most important thing to her. We can handle it. I know we can." 'I hope.' She sighed, went inside. "Julio. Do we have any goats milk left?" Jade hollered from the kitchen.
"We should have some in our reserves down stairs." Julio answered. "Hmph. 'We can handle it.' she says." He mocked with a grumbled, and went inside to help his wife, Jade.
