In the darkness of the night, a ship landed on the top of a mountain. A soft click announced the opening of a side door, the light coming from inside was soft and the silhouette showing from the inside was hard to discern. Slowly, with difficulties in the shadow the shape of a woman appeared, she was wounded and carrying  something. When she touched the ground she felt on her knees, panting. She only had the strength left to cast a calling spell before rolling on her back protecting her luggage. She closed her eyes and waited for help while the sound of a baby crying, breaked the silence of the night.