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𝔸 𝕃𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 & 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕦𝕓. [CHAPTER 1]

/I'm still deciding if I should make this a reader POV or a original character's POV. The character is what I'd think Mereoleona's adopted kid would look like. My mom said I should make it an OC. Also this isn't a complete chapter, I just wanted to post most of it/

Mereoleona never was a fan of other people. She felt restricted just by being around them. And so, she left society. Living in an oxygen-rich forest with Bees and Birds Singing was great for her! She no longer was restricted by the mundane buzz of society.

She's an unhinged Lioness prowling the low mist of the forest with a small pride of lions by her side.

One day, a warm morning dew drifted along the forest and Mereoleona, with her small pride, decided it was a good day to go downstream and clean off the previous nights' hunt from their furs.

As the pride pawed their way towards the large body of water at the end of the stream, Mereoleona watched out for them at the back.

As the pride reached the body of water, they dipped their paws in. Mereoleona sat on the ledge, closing her eyes and taking in a deep breath of the fresh mana-rich air. The scent of the forest with the natural mana came in colorful wisps of scents.

Mereoleona picked up a new mana trail. Although it's faint, it was still out of place. It's mingled with the scent of blood and death, the type of death that only could be picked up after a day of decay.

She got up, signaling one of her Lions to let the other pride members know where she was heading, as the Lion nodded as she dashed off towards the bloodied sent.

Dodging branches and leaping through trees, Mereoleona swiftly got to where the scent was coming from, straightening her stance as she looked around, making sure it wasn't an ambush. She noticed that an opening come about like someone had tried to run past the branches but ended up snapping them.

Mereoleona looked down from where the scent was directly coming from and noticed a bloodied baggy rags covered up a human-like shape. She picked up the smell of three humans within the rags.

She leaned forward, nudging the rags away from what it was concealing. She felt a horrid feeling in her gut as her eyes laid upon a corpse of a woman cradling a baby, both of which bore a striking resemblance. The woman had ravenous stab wounds inflicted by a knife, dried blood crusted around the gashes, barely covering up the hand-shaped bruise's along her arms and legs.

All of the harm to this Mother had been inflicted upon by others. Mereoleona growled underneath her breath as she angrily realized all the injuries weren't even from multiple people, but one singular person who smelt of ashes and beer. The scent she would remember, whoever it was, they were going to pay for taking the Mother and Childs lives.

'if only I- No, it wouldn't have changed the outcome. That poor Mother

As she turned around to start looking for a burial site for them, she heard a small rustle behind her where the baby and Mother still lay. Whipping her head around, Mereoleona saw the baby stretching and yawning.

She felt an overwhelming rush of relief. Mereoleona ran over to the Mothers body, carefully prying the baby from her arms and cradling it in her arms.

"I'm not one to care for others, but if Acier were here, she'd tell me to help. And so, I promise to take care of your child like if it was my own."

'Looks like I'm stuck with this kid now. Well, are you proud of yourself, Acier? Hope you are because you've turned me into a total softy for kids.'

The baby outstretched its hand, trying to hug Mereoleona. "Ma...?" She was a bit taken aback at the sudden speech.

"Well, I guess I am now ya'lil brat!"

"Bwrat!" The baby cheered.

"Oh-ho-ho! Wait until LIL'FUEGY gets a load of this!" Mereoleona grinned, exposing her sharp teeth.

She settled the baby down, getting a burial site ready for its original Mother. After setting the woman down into the hole, burying her, she mourned her death with the baby for a bit. The baby's stomach rumbled in hunger, which means it needed food.

She sighs, cradling the baby as she rushed back to her pride, beckoning them to return to their camp with her.