Huddled against a dying, scorched maple tree, stood a female. Clothes ripped, skin siring and burning as her flesh was melting due to various weapons being unleashed upon her ranks. Eyes wide and horror struck she watched the battle unfold. The lacerations on her skin healing slowly, some closed already, bruising into thick and thinning scars. The scene before her was not good, not in the least. Demons, mauling Angels, Angels firing arrows, spears, orbs, anything they had with them against the Demons. Only barely she managed to escape the brutal battle unfolding, and scurry into the shade of the forest, where she'd be safe. All this..for a child? she thought. Everyone had known of the baby that was born, of both Angelic and Demonic blood. A creature of such had never been conceived successfully, and yet here it was. Rumors had it the baby was being kept somewhere secretive: Where clouds lace the mountain tops, Dwelling deep within the pit, The race it grows, to seek the newborn flesh, Bathed in fire, cooled in smoke, the mountains jagged tunnels, The pit of wealth, where secrets dwell, And settled in the UN-burning hearth, sleeps a child, Heartbeat still, unto a future untold.. The riddle set by the parents of the child, just before they were murdered...by the looks of this first battle in the Fields of Souls, this battle was not going to end well, and neither was the war that was afoot. The girl quickly turned and ran into the forest, deep. Shadows caressing her lunar pale skin...Find the child, get it to the Archangels..and maybe my race will be spared..She ran fearless through the forest, almost positive no one was on her trail, and every solider in her ranks were off fighting the useless battle.