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Nyree: About ten years earlier... A Limwaith warrior and his wife sit in their hut. They look happy. The woman is clearly pregnant. She rubs her stomach and smiles. The man laughs. Then suddenly the hut starts to creak. A cold wind blows through and the man attempts to grab a spear, but is thrown backward into the wall. The whole hut goes dark and the door blows open. The people next door hear a scream. When they rush inside all they can find is the woman crying despairingly and her husband dead on the ground. No one could pry the culprit from her. She was half mad, muttering constantly about a curse and shame upon the family. She was brought under the care of the village shaman, but she only got worse. Three months later the shaman looked over the dead body of the woman. He had had his suspicions, childbirth was hard, and she wasn't looking too well before, but he had hoped. He sighed. At least they had saved the baby. Immediately another village woman rushed to him with a scared expression upon her face, "Shaman! The child! You should know... Just follow me..." From that moment on it was clear that the little child was different. Her expression was usually blank and unfocused. She often just wandered around doing nothing for no reason at all. The people named her Nyree, and she lived in the home of whoever was kind enough to give her shelter for the night. They quickly found that she was irrevocably deaf. Then when the ages of two and one came and went they realized she was quite mute as well.Years went by and she grew to the age of seven? It was in this point in time, which she lacks memory of, that the Tauredain invaded. The occupants had already evacuated, but in the chaos poor little Nyree was left behind. It just so happened that the Tauredain armies made camp near the evacuated village. A group of slavers we're moving either the group, picking up war prisoners. They fund her in the rubble. She was depressed and of course mute, but she seemed in good enough working condition, so they brought her back to the slave market. She was shifted around between many owners, none kept her long because of her disorders. Eventually she wound up in the capital, after a year of slavery she was now the age of eight. It was there that a certain Coaxotl, emperor of the Tauredain, just happened to be choosing slaves. His loyal caretaker, friend, and servant, was the one who noticed her first. He had lost his wife in war and his child to a wild beast, and he worked as the royal gardener. He asked Coaxotl to choose her as a slave, and cowering a debt to him, Coaxotl obliged. She was brought home to the palace where she lived with the royal gardener. But he quickly realized her problem. He brought the matter to Coaxotl and he gathered a meeting of officials over dinner. Now it just so happened that a certain bard, by the name of Ramnu, was there that night. He thought for a little while, and then performed perhaps his greatest ever magical act. He created a small bird, by the name of Tziki. He was tiny and green, with a mohawk like hairdo. Then the little bird flew to Nyree and sang a song. And the most beautiful thing happened. She understood. She knew every word he was saying. Her face lit up like sunshine flowing through the leaves. For the first time ever she smiled, with the most beautiful smile in the world. From then on she could understand the tongue of animals, and she could speak back in sign language, for all animals know the tongue of movements. Her hearing was opened to the sounds of nature. But Ramnu could not remove the fundamental effects of the curse, for yes, if you have not guessed she was cursed. Nyree could still not here the words of humans, but Ramnu found a way even around that. Tziki was not just for show, he could speak as well as any human. In fact he was very chattery and extremely hyper. In his high pitch voice he would go on for hours if no one stopped him. But he could also understand the sign language Nyree used, and Nyree could understand his words. So Tziki was the translator between Nyree and all people, and the gardener became like a father to her. She grew up learning to run threw the jungle, and no animals would harm her. She grew to the age of ten in this way. And every morning Nyree would wake up to hear the gardener's sweet song, and although the words were unintelligible, it always made her smile.