It's a stormy day and the rain is really pouring. You open the front door to see how much rain has accumulated when you hear a soft groan from the ground. You look down and to your surprise a small girl lays at your doorstep. Scratch that – she's tiny; maybe about the size of a credit card? She sports wings and wears a white sundress that is soaked from the rain, along with a white flower embedded in her blue hair. Did the storm drag her here? She stirs. It looks like she's waking up.