A woman dressed in a dark cloak approached a house with a basket in her arms. The hood shrouded her face with shadows, but locks of lilac hair could be seen coming out of the hood. The lights from the street lamp shown on the mysterious female. Glowing eyes peeked out from the darkness of the hood. With graceful movements, the woman walked up the steps without making a sound.
The woman gently placed the basket onto the steps of a house while looking down at the bundle that lay inside it. Within the basket lay a baby, swaddled in a silk purple cloth. With small and dainty hands, the child was picked up out of the basket. Though the hands held the child carefully, they were also dangerous. It was a miracle that the claws on those hands did not harm the child. Smaller versions of those claws reflected on the child's own hands.
Tears slid down round, soft cheeks. Drops hit the child, waking it up from its slumber. "This is for your own safety my daughter. I just hope that the people I am leaving you with will accept you for who you are. I refuse for you to live in the hell that the people in court have plan for you. I hope that you live a good life." the mother whispered to her daughter. Her voice shook as she spoke.
While the tears continued to fall, she put the baby back in the basket. Putting a note into the basket, she knocked hard on the door three times. The woman was making the hardest decision of her life. There was nothing more she wanted to do, than grab her daughter and run. Her chest felt tight from pain. It felt as if somebody were suffocating her. Squeezing her tighter and tighter. This is how the distraught mother felt about leaving her daughter behind.
However, there was no other choice, and she did not regret making this decision. Her only wish was that her daughter would live a happy life. There is a light glow as the woman muttered some undistinguishable words to her baby. The non-human features on the child vanished. The baby began to wail as her mother walked down the steps. Gritting her teeth and fighting her efforts to return to her child, the young female ran as fast as she could. Then, like a shadow, she disappeared, returning from whence she came.
Moments later, the lady who lived in the house opened the door. She looked down when she heard the wailing of a baby. The lady, shocked, picked up the baby. She moved part of the blanket, so she could get a closer look at the child. What she saw made her gasp. She almost considered putting the child back in the basket when she saw the letter. Kneeling down, careful not to drop the child, the woman picked up the letter. After opening the letter and reading its contents, the woman looked at the child again. Putting the child back into the basket, the woman took it all inside, calling her husband as she closed the door.