A baby was crying in its crib, loud and wailing. It squirmed as it screamed, kicking and flailing as it begged for attention. Soon, it was lifted up with gentle arms, and it slowly stopped crying as it slowly rocked back and forth.

"[color=fff79a]There there, my child,[/color]" said a woman with a calm and soothing voice. "[color=fff79a]There there.[/color]" The baby began to coo and laugh, reaching out to the woman with its tiny arms, and the woman placed a finger onto one of the baby's hands. This continued on for some time, and the baby began to grow tired and fall asleep. The woman placed the baby back in its crib, sighing gently in relief as she stared happily at the baby's slumbering form, and headed elsewhere to prepare for daily events. As she entered another room, she spotted a stranger looking through her belongings. The stranger looked over to see the woman, and the two stared at teach other in surprise. The woman was about to scream for help when something cold and hard entered her back, causing a wave of pain to assault her body. The strangers ran, and the woman slowly bled to death, her soul leaving her body.

Everything faded from her perception. Her sight, her body, her memories, everything. The woman's consciousness no longer had the strength to hold onto such things, barely even aware of itself. It remained there for what could have been an eternity. Her consciousness itself would have surely faded away as well were it not for a single word. The word was not heard, it was [i]felt[/i]. Such power and such authority it commanded.

[h3]'Come.'[/h3]

And so, the woman's consciousness came from the depths of the void. It was no longer aware of what it was or why it did what it did, but the strength of the consciousness grew. It gained power, vast and incredible, yet also benevolent and gentle. It regained emotions and senses. As it gained a form, a beautiful woman with beautiful white hair and smooth, feathery wings, it was spat out from the void into... another void. This one, however, was filled with other beings. They, too, were filled with vast and incredible power, some similar to and others even more so than her own. At once, she understood them, who they were and what they were. Fate and Amul'Sharar, the two most prominent to her. It was Fate who spoke to her and gave her what she was.

"[i]Your name is Niciel, and you are become Light, guardian of Purity,[/i]" Fate said to her. 

Niciel bowed her head respectfully, then waited as more beings appeared to the void in which they inhabited.