Arcus came forward pondering the situation closely before deciding it would be best to modify their memories.
"Yes now let us see . . . The newborn." Arcus said checking the rooms of patients.
Arcus found where the child was and made his way there.
"Sir! This is a forbidden!" The healer began.
Whispering "Obliviate." Arcus succeeded in getting past the confused healer.
"Now . . . What to name you." Arcus said waving a wand too check her vitals.
"Your soul will stand true should this works, but be bound too your master should whoever bare this wand you will accept the orders of." He said. "I name you Larua, the wraith."
He then focused his inner most thoughts into his spell.
"Stay." He whispered to the child flicking his wand.
The child opened her eyes and blurted out crying.
"And now . . . I order you to be silent." Arcus continued holding the wand proudly.
He checked and saw not only was her brain still dead, but she had no brain, instead there was a golden white light visible. Arcus had succeeded in transfiguring her brain too converse with her almost lost soul.
"Now my child." Arcus said grinning malevolently. "Time to go home."
Later.
"Ah! Now so you may be more then just surviving, tell me child . . . Are you hungry?" Arcus asked as they approached his quarters.
The baby spurted unintelligible noises, before nodding.
"Yes well." Arcus said before conjuring a bottle of formula. "But before food."
Arcus examined her body structure.
"I order you too stand." He said curious.
The baby as though given strings suddenly arose and stood up.
"Hmm." Arcus said curious as to the extent of his spell.
He finally decided the child was deserving of food, and so he fed her.
"Knowing that the soul never dies . . ." He began pondering self-implication of such a spell, but feared the consequences.
Then an idea struck him . . . A cruel idea.
"Enough feeding." He said withdrawing the bottle.
The baby obeyed obediently.
The first test Arcus thought was of course too see if the limit could keep her alive no matter what, and so he decided in cold heart, to let her starve.
"One child meant for death . . . Used for the progress . . . Progress! Is power!" He said maniacally as he placed the bottle on the shelf, and left the room.
The baby then reached for the bottle he left behind, knowing it would keep her healthy, but being too short was impossible, so she decided too get up. The newborn then walked forward and fell off the table she was resting on, however most babies would fall in pain and scream, Larua however, did not, she stood up and shrugged off the hit to the head, and climbed drawers and handles before reaching the bottle.
Arcus comes back in too grab a book before looking at the baby in astonishment.
"Better then i could have imagined." He whispered seeing the slight bruises on her head and arms.