A dream, a hope, a prayer.<br/>That is how it started. Her mother had prayed for a child ever since she had wedded her father. She wanted one so bad. But, she seemed to be infertile. She had wept thinking she would never have a baby. But she never gave up. She kept praying, kept coming to the temple hoping that the gods would answer it.<br/>Gaiyle was born, after a dove's feather landed gently on her mother's stomach. After fifteen years, the girl had done great things. She had helped with orphanages, assisted with elders, and when she was very young she had learned how to heal wounds. She loved helping people, it was obvious that she was special. They have even seen a mark on her skin, which looked like the sun. She was definitely the light child. The one that had been prophesied about. But, shouldn't the light child fight? They all wondered. She was so gentle and kind, it seemed she had no fight within her. It would just take finding the enemy to spark what she had inside her. She had the powers of the sun.<br/>But dreams troubled her, she saw visions of the Dark Child.<br/>They would soon meet, she knew. What would she do? Would she fight like everyone thought she would? Or would she cure the wounds that obviously stained his soul?<br/>She stood outside in the forest, staring at the moon. If only it would give her answers. She wanted to do what people expected of her, but...she wasn't much of a fighter. It laid within, waiting...but would she use it?<br/>She wanted to see what he was like before she decided.