Fifty-five years had passed since the last great war left its mark on the world. On a peaceful night, a newlywed couple, Reyand Lewyne and Alice Lewyne, walked together in search of a new place to start their life.
Reyand, only seventeen, was tall and muscular, with bright yellow hair and sharp brown eyes. Alice matched his age, her soft white skin glowing in the moonlight, her red hair falling gently past her shoulders. Both carried the hope of new beginnings.
As they walked along the quiet road toward their adventure party, a small cry broke the silence. Both Reyand and Alice paused, a sense of worry growing inside them. Reyand reached for his sword, ready for anything, and motioned for Alice to follow close behind.
They stepped into the shadows of the forest, following the sound deeper through the trees. Soon, they found the source—a small child, alone and crying in a fruit basket placed in the center of the forest.
Surprised and concerned, Reyand and Alice looked around for anyone else, but saw only the darkness and listened for an answer. "Who left this kid here?" Reyand called out, but the forest stayed silent and the baby kept crying.
Alice knelt and gently lifted the child from the basket. Instantly, the crying stopped. She looked down and smiled at the boy in her arms. His beautiful blue eyes sparkled, his skin was pale and clean, his face round, and his wide smile lit up the night.
Alice called softly to her husband, "Reyand, look! The baby stopped crying. He's a boy. See how he laughs when he sees you."
Reyand walked closer, his worries fading as he saw the child smile. "He's a very sweet child," he agreed, feeling a strange warmth inside.