~*~ The History of Lorena Riley ~*~ Part 1

A typically average day approached the world of Aegis. The cold night air was quickly replaced by the warm, beaming sun. The doors of residents opened and shop keeps pulled out their wares for display. Dawns Bakery was no exception and would open promptly. Laurelins people would hustle inside for their breakfast. Meeting new friends and greeting old ones. Today was no exception, within three hours of daylight the bakery and its surrounding area was full of exited visitors. Children would run around the front of Laurelin while their parents would sit inside, enjoying fine food and ale. It came to no surprise to one couple that nobody noticed them walk inside the city with a new born baby. Whilst the father wandered to the right of the town towards the market and docks, the mother carefully weaved her way into the bakery. Wrapping a small piece of linen around the baby's head to protect it. To those watching her, she may have seemed like a caring, gentle mother. This was, however false.

Finding an empty spot within the bakery walls, the woman placed the baby on the table and walked out. With everybody as distracted as they were, nobody noticed as the couple left Laurelin, without their child.

The baby lay on the table for some time. Until it started to cry from hunger. Nobody but an elderly couple approached the child. They glanced at her curiously, cautiously brushing the linen from her head. The man lifted the child from the table, cradling her head gently as the woman flittered around the crowds, looking for anybody who may have resembled the parents, whilst knowing inside that it was an impossible task.

The elderly woman returned to her husband and, from the bakery they bought some cows milk and pieces of bread before returning home. As they ate the bread on the walk, the man passed the child to the woman, where she carefully fed the crying baby the fresh milk. She guzzled it happily and they smiled, the man wrapping his arms around the womans shoulder.
"Re naa lye en. Lye aa' mali ten' he" he says softly to her. The woman nods and takes the milk from [Roughly translated to "She is ours now. We can care for her]the child, placing her over her shoulder to burp her. As she does, they laugh, entering their home in Old Laurelin.

"We need to name her, you realise?" The woman says as she gently lays the child on the rug.

"Lorena…" the man replies, "Lorena Dneyres, after my mother. What do you think?" he glances to the woman, watching her smile grow wider "I think it is perfect" she whispers, scooping the baby into her arms and taking her to bed, where she lay her down to rest.