A chocobo-drawn carriage tumbled over on its side as bandits attacked in force. The yellow birds screeched and collapsed as poisoned arrows struck their backs, and the carriage guards fell down as they were shot dead along with their lord and lady.

'Come on boys, let's see what loot old noble has got,' a bandit shouted, tucking away his green-painted crossbow and wiping off the dirt and green dye he had used to hide himself.

'Yes! Some gold at last…and a chest full of gil! Let's party tonight!' one of the others whooped, heaving out a large, heavy-looking black chest, with some gold coins and necklaces balanced on top.

'There's a baby in there,' a female bandit said, 'Shouldn't we take her along as well? I pity her if she dies this young,'

'The world is tough, Miranda. Like it or not, death happens everywhere. I will not trouble myself or anybody here with the burden of taking care of a youngster,' the bandit leader growled, suppressing another protest from the female bowman. They went away in silence, lugging the chest and wearing their new jewelry.

A blue dragon approached the site of the wreckage, having smelled blood and meat. Opening the carriage, she saw…a wrecked interior, pierced by arrows, and a baby in a basket. A surge of minor pity passed through her millennia-year-old brain, causing the dragon to shed a single, silver tear. Picking up the basket, she took the baby away into the depths of a forest…

Three years had passed…The Lion War was still in full swing, lords fighting lords and knights fighting knights. Blood of thousands of soldiers were still being shed and populations were still terrorized by the onslaught of battle. There was not quite any peaceful location in the whole of Ivalice…

And yet the little girl grew. By the loving care of the dragon, she had grown into a sort of wild child; she had recognised the dragon as her mother. She helped her 'mother' to take care of her eggs; there were three or four on the ground, of which one she helped warm through the night when they slept.

One fateful day…

'A dragon! Oh, this is going to be such fun!' a hunter whispered to himself, pulling out an arrow and rubbing some green liquid onto the sharp steel tip. Drawing the bowstring, he took careful aim at the dragon…a split second later, the arrow soared through the air, finally embedding itself in the dragon's chest.

'Bulls eye!' the hunter yelled, punching the air in his success.

'Mama?' the little girl said, touching the dragon's body with her little hands, 'Mama?'

The dragon gave a pained response, moving its neck slightly to nuzzle the little girl on the neck. Her breathing was soft, and slow, and shallow…and finally nothing at all. The dragon had died. Its soul crystallized immediately, forming a silver glowing crystal in front of the girl, who touched it out of curiosity.

Thousands of years of knowledge rushed through the girl's mind, thousands of years of living thought, of being persecuted, of being hunted, of simply…living. She had inherited her 'mother's soul. Presently, one of the eggs—the one that she had warmed through every night that it had existed for—began to crack, emitting one shrill cry as the head of a hatchling poked its head through. Seeing the hunter approaching, the hatchling ran off into the forest, where it would live until the special someone would adopt it.

'Oh my God…Did I…Did I…cause this girl to lose her caretaker?' the hunter stuttered, the weight of the reality of what he had done beginning to weigh hard upon his soul.

The girl sobbed away on the dragon's still and cold mass, wailing occasionally and shuddering. She had lost her one and only friend and 'mother'.

'I will take care of her then…it is the best I can do in the place of my sin,' the hunter said, picking the girl up and cradling her in his rough, callused arms, 'I will call you Reis. Come, Reis, I will take you somewhere where you will be able to live in peace…'

So was the young life of Reis Dular, orphaned while she was an infant, adopted by a dragon with a heart; orphaned yet again and adopted the same way. It was a pattern that would continue through her life; unknowing whether it were a curse or coincidence, the girl—and even when she was an adult—would lose and gain new loved ones as she went, never actually getting too close with any form of true love.

The dragon's spirit that had instilled itself in her when she touched the crystal bonds her with all the other dragons; recognizing her as one of their own, they would let her pass unharmed through most dragon territories. Millenia of knowledge had also been passed through the crystal to her mind; this was the final blessing given by the dragon. It would give her unnaturally quick learning rates; having already known the basics of all skills and things through what the dragon had seen in its ancient life.

This is one possible outlook to Reis' young life; similar to Romulus and Remus in Roman legends. Thrown away for death, adopted by a wild creature.