Wolf: I don't own the mysterious lady.

The prelude.

A women with blond hair ran quickly with a small baby girl in her arms. No one could know whom the girl belonged to. She tripped slightly but was careful not to drop her precious package. The women had to find a place to keep her daughter. A place where she would be safe, where she might not live in danger. At last she found her sanctuary. A old orphanage much like the one she had lived in for two years. She looked at her young girl one last time.

She pulled out a small glowing stone on a cord and slipped it around her daughter's neck. She scribbled on a note.

Take care of Alloran.

She knocked on the door and left her baby on the step as she ran for the cover of bushes till someone came to the door a picked her child up. When she was sure it was safe she walked back to where her home was. Balamb Garden.