[center][=10]Ofelia's past is clouded in mystery. Unlike most fawns, it took her a few days to open her eyes and become strong enough to stand on her own. During her first few days of life, she could only recall the sweet smell of rain and the a distinct sound that resembled hundred of voices talking at once. The voices ran together preventing her from pinpointing any particular voice nor could she determine what they were saying. When she opened her eyes for the first time, she found herself nuzzled between two humanoid statues in a bed of dried weeds.