The child was a young girl who appeared to be somewhere around 10 years of age. From her slightly pointed ears, one could discern that she was a member of the Trephasia race. She looked thin and frail as she lay unconscious on the floor in tattered clothes with bruises and scrapes located all over her body. However, the most bizarre thing was the young girl's hair that matched the color of a vermillion bird's blazing feathers. It was unkempt and wild as if it had not been tended to for months; however, there was still this startling brilliance that peaked through.
'Red hair the color of flames? Interesting... Is this child the source of that powerful flame I witnessed with my Energy Vision Sense?'
For Trephasias, red hair was uncommon. No, perhaps uncommon was an understatement—it was virtually unheard of!
"I don't get it. I thought that those Trephasias took good care of their own kind. Why is this little girl here all alone?" Mirage pouted.