Born from a cheap prostitute, used as toilet paper and discarded, betrayed by her most trusted and loved one, at her darkest moment, she heard a voice in her head:
“Come child, come to me, such a pure soul, incorruptible to the filths of this world. Come to me, my child, and inherit my legacy. I have been waiting for you since the fall of Gods and Devils. Come to me and you will inherit my everything.”
‘Such a warmth voice. Mother, was this your voice? I do not want to be alone, please take me with you,’ her last thought before the birth of a Fairy.