Ysabelle

They call her priestess of the moon, some call her guide of the forest but some call her monster.

They are all TRUE.

Witness the birth of a new deity. When the silver moon howls in the starless night, you will see her. When the wind blows to the north, you will know her.

Her eyes are the trees, she can feel you on the ground and sense you in the wind.

She is where the land bleeds for healing. She is where the lake thirst for water and cried for rain.

A warrior.

A child.

And a lover...

She is Ysabelle.