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The cold winter night bit into the inhabitants of the small encampment. The leader of the small group seemed less like her usual self. The cold and battles had ravaged what she had left of hope. A frigid wind passed through the camp, blowing her unusually silver hair into her eyes. At that moment she heard the crunching of week old snow. A priest soldier entered her flimsy tent, carrying a bundle in his hands.
"M'am, I found this baby, abandoned a little outside of camp. The note left with it says "take care of this person well. He has potential." What should we do?" he asked. The woman looked coldly at the warm, squirming bundle. She motioned for him to bring the baby to her. She was planning at first to kill it, but when she saw it, she was amazed.
The baby had startling red eyes, with tiny cat ears sprouting out of his tiny head. His hair was the same shade of silver as hers, but white streaks went through them. On his forehead, he had patterns that decorated it. She felt excitement shiver through her, and she smiled.
"We'll take him with us. If he dies, we can do nothing." she said, trying to hold back her instant compassion.
"But M'am, what do you plan to do with the baby if it survives?" he asked.
"I'll take him to be trained after he's of age, but meanwhile, I'll take care of him. I'm sure we won't be out on the field for a while after this." she said. He nodded, and took the baby to a nearby tent to be tended too.
This is how she looks