Her life had once been ordinary.
At least, as ordinary as the life of an orphan on the outskirts of a town at the edge of a continent on a random planet in some corner of one of many galaxies could be.
She had been found as a baby by a hunter on his way home one evening and taken to a church, which then sent her to the town's main orphanage, where she grew up.
She wasn't the most amiable child, but she had a small circle of close friends and few problems with the orphanage director, matrons, or patrons.
For 14 years and 11 months, her life had been normal.
But on the first day of the 12th month, the first winds of change blew.
First, she fell ill. She had been the one child in the orphanage who had never caught any of the diseases that young children were prone to, not once falling sick or even running a fever.
But that day, she inexplicably became severely ill, so much so that the doctors claimed her life was at risk.
