Wuya wrinkled her nose as she strolled through the forest, the rain weighing down her hair and clothes. At least it was a welcome refreshment to her bruises and washed away the dusty remains of her shattered golems. She'd been beaten, left nearly powerless from her battle with that damned Dashi. Now, here she was, slinking back to the hidden castle where she had been trained to try and break the bind on her magic. She stomped through the underbrush, muttering to herself when she heard a soft cry. The sound made her stop, glancing around for its source. A few feet away, wrapped in brown rags and tucked into a thicket, was an infant with skin the shade of snow. She approached, kneeling down to retrieve the baby. "What an odd little thing." She murmured, picking it up. The child opened its ruby eyes and sealed its fate. "Come, little one…I think we'll do great things together."