Early Night, Poor Sectors.
A lone figure walked down one of the city's empty streets. Covered by a robe dark as night, the figure floated just a few inches off the ground, and moved forward slowly.
This was one of the city's poor sectors, where crime was high, and orphans were everywhere. A place that she needed to explore for her own sake. At first, she hadn't found a single soul out and about, just glances from windows and questionable alleyways. And that's when she pulled out her flute.
The flute was bright enough to illuminate everything in a three meter radius from herself, and as soon as she brought it up to her mouth, she began playing a sweet melody. One directed towards children, and one that would be hard for parents and some adults to hear. She kept playing it for a while as she floated down the street, a few sounds coming to life. But she just kept moving, not glancing away from her goal, the park.
It just took her a few minutes of playing until orphans, and some normal kids, appeared, some out of alleyways, others out of big buildings. Due to her experience, the ugliest a building was from the outside, the more likely it was that it actually served as an orphanage. And she was right this time, a dozen children, varying in age from the five years to thirteen, came out of the ugliest building in the block. As usual, they were curious at first about the melody, but soon found out that they had to follow her, whether they liked the idea or not.
Eventually the dark figure and the children following her reached the park, and the figure turned towards them, looking and examining the crowd. To the ones that looked like they were well off, or that they had parents, she dismissed and sent home right away.
Then she fixed her gaze on the foremost child -brown hair, ragged clothes and sad, intrigued eyes- and extended her hand towards him. The kid hesitated at first, but decided to go with it, placing his considerably smaller hand on top of hers. The feelings he experienced then were incredible. Something he had never felt before to its fullest! Happiness, ease, calmness... So the kid, barely six years old, smiled widely and walked over to the figure's side.
And in a soft, yet assertive voice that carried out through the crowd, she spoke. "My children, you may call me Mother." She turned to the young kid besides her once more, using her free hand to slowly rub his unkempt hair. "I will free you from the pains and deceptions this world has given you. Come here, to this park, in four days, and then we'll all become a family."
The children nodded, and one by one they returned the way they came, off to their "homes". Of course, as they left, Mother played a soft, yet somewhat forceful tune. By the morning, many of them would not remember this encounter. Most of them had weak minds at this hour, having been woken from their dreams.
As the last one left, Mother switched the tune to the first one and kept doing her rounds around the neighboring blocks, repeating the process with all the orphans she could find.