She was born during one of the worst dust storms Filla had ever seen. Monok and Lethria were unable to make it to Filla before the storm hit due to labor pains. So, they quickly set up camp before the worst of the storm hit.

In that small tent and child was born. A tuff of white hair covered here head. Big, round black eyes pierced her Mother's heart with joy.

"She's beautiful," Lethria breathed.

The babe let out a small cry. With that shrill sound of life her parents smiled. The baby cried on through the storm until she had finally tired herself out.

By dawn the storm had subsided and Monok helped Lethria made there way to the Healer's House. Atrata was just mixing some potions when the two bursted in.

Atrata spun around startled. "My what is the matter?" the healer Elf asked.

"My wife gave birth last night to a beautiful child. We need you to make sure they're both in tip top shape," Monok explained to her.

The Healer quickly examined Lethria, and then looked at the child. Her eyes sparked when she recognized what the child was. But, not wanting to worry the parents until Nao came, she did an examination of the babe.

"She is the healthiest child I've seen this month. What have you named her?" Atrata asked.

Lethria and Monok looked at each other. Even though they hadn't thought of a name yet, they knew the perfect on for such a lovely child.

"Luv. Her name shall be Luv," Monok announced. Atrata clapped at the name. The new parents paid the ninety gold fee and left. The rest of the morning was spent walking back to their small village, and eventually reaching their hut.

Luv, didn't cry much for the rest of the day. It actually surprised Monok and Lethria. But Atrata said she was healthy so they didn't worry too much.

The small clay hut only had three rooms. A kitchen, a bedroom, and what was once the bathing room. But once Lehtria started to show, it quickly got converted into a baby room. It had a standing cradle with silk covers. A wooden rocking chair was seated near a window. A clay shelf was placed near the just a few inches away from the window. Since the room was small it may actually seem crowded.

As the sun set on the desert horizon, Lethria was rocking Luv to sleep. Lethria sighed as Luv yawned. "She is so cute," Monok said as he came in with a candle.

Lethria smiled and put the new babe in the cradle. Just as Monok and Lethria were leaving, a bright light flashed into the room.

Monok sheilded Lethria from the blast. Once Monok looked up, he gasped. A beautiful figure stood near the cradle. She was pale with snow white hair. Big ocean blue eyes looked lovingly at the sleeping child. Her hands were folded neatly in front of her black dress. It was Nao, the guiders on Milletains. Monok tried to speak but couldn't. His daughter was a Milletain. His own flesh and blood.

Nao touched Luv's head. The baby looked at her and Nao smiled.

"When the child is nine," she said in a voice like a bird's, "send her to Ulahd. She will then find her own path. Also, people may not be able to remember her."

Then in an instant, Nao was gone.