Animal

Backstory

The night was beautiful--stars all over the sky, the moon full and rising behind the tall building full of sleeping people. Because they were asleep, they didn't notice the black-cloaked figure running through the streets. Behind it were three more,  following in hot pursuit of the first.
The black-cloaked figure kept running. From its arms you could hear crying. The figure held a baby.
When the other angry figures seemed far behind, the figure ran to the door of a big white house. The porch light turned on, revealing a face behind the cloak. A woman with dark hair and bright blue eyes gazed down at her child with tears forming in her eyes. The screaming child continued until her mother spoke.
"Shh, shh. It's ok, don't cry. Everything will be alright." Even as she said it, she couldn't believe it herself. The orcs were angry. They would be here soon. The woman bent down and gave her child a long kiss on her blond head. The child giggled happily. She pulled back, and stared into her daughter's bright green eyes. Her daughter looked back at her with a confused look at her mother's tears that now flowed freely down her cheeks.
The baby reached a hand up an placed it on her mother's face where the tears trailed downwards. The mother leaned her head into the palm of her baby and wished there were another way to keep her baby safe.
She heard the angry growl, indicating that the orcs were close. She smiled at her baby, who smiled back and giggled. She kissed her child again, tears still freely flowing, and laid her down on the porch. She rang the doorbell several times before running off the porch. The orcs had spotted her but not the baby. The orcs followed her and all she could do was pray that the people who found her baby would take her in.
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The baby lay there in the cold. Where had her mother gone? She would come back, right?
She looked around and saw a bright light. A woman and a man stood there, looking down at her. The woman moved towards her and picked her up gently. The baby cried, from cold, hunger, and fear from not knowing who these people were. The woman turned with the man following behind her. The bright light swallowed the darkness from where she had just been a few moments ago. The baby was instantly warmer and yawned. The man and woman smiled down at the now quiet child. The last thing the baby heard before she fell asleep was a voice; a soft, gentle voice, similar to her mother's.
The voice said "Cammie."