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"𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞...

long, long ago ━ in a world full of wonders, mysteries and adventure, there lived a human girl in an ordinary human village. Her name was Aristhea."

"As poor as her village was, Aristhea was never an unhappy child. Quite the opposite actually, there was no soul more happy than Aristhea's. She was well known for her bright mind, her cheerful spirit and, most importantly, her kind heart. Aristhea was truly beloved by all."

"Among her many friends, one stood above the rest, a young boy named Damian, with whom she had grown up since childhood. Together, they would wander the wilds beyond their village, exploring forests that stretched like dark seas to the horizon. Where others saw danger, they found wonder; in every shadowed grove, in every glimmering stream, they unearthed adventure."

"But as the years passed, something began to stir within Aristhea. The forests, once so mysterious and full of secrets, grew familiar. The hills and lakes, once beacons of excitement, no longer sparked the thrill they once had. Though she truly loved her home and her friends, a hunger grew within her heart ━ an insatiable yearning for something more, something beyond the borders of her quiet world."

"Aristheia, restless and torn, confided in her mother. But instead of comfort, she was met with warnings and fearful anger. The world beyond their village, her mother said, was wild and perilous, not fit for the innocent and unwary. Yet, her mother's words did little to quench the fire within her heart."

"The unknown called to her, louder and more persistent with each passing day"

"So, one night, when the village lay in deep slumber of midnight and the last candle had flickered out, Aristheia slipped away into the dark. Alone, beneath a moonless sky, she ventured toward the edge of the world she knew, her heart pounding with both fear and anticipation."

"Yet, in her haste and eagerness, she failed to notice the silent figure following close behind her."

"As Aristheia went deeper and deeper into the forest's depths, the crack of a twig in the distance stopped her cold. Heart pounding, she called out into the darkness ━ but only received silence for an answer. No response is a response as well."

"Suddenly two strong arms seized her from behind. Her resistance and terror stilled only then, when she recognized the warmth of the arms who held her so firmly. Standing behind her was Damian, who had followed her to protect her from the dangers of the night."

"Her relief, however, quickly turned into anger, which was reciprocated immediately. Sharp words of anger and worry echoed between them. When unseen eyes began watching them from the shadows, they hurried into the shelter of a nearby cave."

"While Damian slept, Aristheia lay restless, her unease growing until she heard a faint whisper ━ a plea for help. Drawn to the voice, she followed a trail of blood deep into the forest, eventually discovering a founded figure; a Fae boy named Sylvan. Exhausted and bloody he lay on the ground, barely alive."

"Aristheia struggled to bring Sylvan back to the safety of the cave. Damian's anger flared at the sight of the Fae, but Aristheia's quiet resolve held him back. Together, they tended to Sylvan, their silent cooperation easing the tension, though mistrust lingered."