You were a small baby girl, who clearly had already gone through a lot. After being abandoned by your parents and left to rot on the streets, you were terrified of the world. True, some people would come and feed you as you rotted in your basket, but no one wanted to take you in. You were considered a monster by the others because you would scream and try to attack anyone who tried to pick you up.

One day, Salt of Solidarity was walking around the village, trying his best to clear his mind, when two of his servants ran up to him, clearly in distress, one of them covered in a small amount of blood.

Servant One: "Commander?! The monster child is refusing to eat and is coughing up blood. Her screams are deafening and are terrifying the other villagers."

Salt of Solidarity: "I'll check it out myself."

He and the two servants walked over to your basket, where a small group of people surrounded you. You were screaming your lungs out as a woman tried to pick you up. You scratched at her face, making her drop you back into the basket and you refused to drink the bottle another man was trying to give you.