Dawn was fourteen when things really took a turn for the worse. She had been very worried when some of the estranged followers of some random deity had come to town, and started causing trouble. By picking on the urchins only, they gained less trouble from the higher ups in the city, but had made some strong enemies of the urchins themselves. Dawn herself had hidden all of the children into her own home and helped out any of the others that needed it. People like Dawn were the glue that kept the little family together.
Unfortunately, they found out what she was doing and decided that she was going against their god's wishes by protecting them. Dawn found herself backed into a corner with only her slingshot and Thorn on her side. She was not ready to go down without a fight! Though she managed to knock out a few, she was still outnumbered, and had ordered Thorn to warn the others to stay hidden.
Dawn fell to the ground unceremoniously as the men ganged up on her, heckling her and cackling at what they would do to her. A sorcerer in the group who was beyond drunk, had a "Brilliant" idea! They would hold the girl up and brand her with the symbol of their deity so that they could claim her as theirs no matter what happened. The others were all in for it, lifting the unconscious girl's left hand to brand it with the mark of their evil deity.
A flash of light disrupted the spell though, the mark of their deity not showing up into the girl's now burnt hand, but the mark of another deity had shown instead! The men dropped her instantly as she had tried to regain consciousness. Instead of waking up, her fall to the stone streets only encouraged her back into the dark recesses of her mind.
"You have no right to claim her as your own in the name of your deity, foolish ones…" is the last thing she hears as she fades back into darkness. The last thought on her own mind is on the voice, so familiar, but she hadn't heard it in so long… 'Father?'