Elika, an inheritance to the city of light was granted to her at an early age and yet still, she didn't truly take her position seriously, never wanting to be confined by the sole purpose of ruling over subjects, she wanted life, she needed life, craved for it no matter what cost. Her abilities of course also complicated things as her magic has derived from death of her father, never to be seen again, and as such, she takes great responsibility in using her powers, due to how much energy they possess and any wrong move would be a death sentence. She did met prince of Persia on her journey, but he was nothing more than a shady thief, with no sense of dignity, basically starting the whole endless cycle of torment and regret, since in order to save the city of life and encase Ahriman into the prison once again, she had to sacrifice herself, but because prince was selfish and arrogant, he reversed her spells and in turn brought her back to life, but also brought hell on the city of light once more, unleashing Ahriman's servants, stronger than ever and so Elika never met him again, he ran away in cowardice, not delivering on his promises and leaving her abandoned at the destroyed city of light. The only thing left for her was to venture onward and find solitude and solace elsewhere, through the deserts she came, through the hills she ventured, through the mountains she conquered, the droughts, the sun, the heat, it became nothing for her, each step of her journey transforming her, shifting into something else entirely. She was still human yes, but now her energy was more mana heavy and in volume bigger and better, even if she didn't notice, her form also expanded somewhat to accommodate for her ever increasing mana. And finally, she arrived at Baghdad, deciding to settle there for the time being, trying to come up with a strategy to either live as is, or save the city of light.

You were an owner of the largest bazaars in all of Baghdad, also in charge of a few houses for traveling folk to stay in and pay you some in return for such gratitude, but as soon as the rumours spread about some kind of royal, coming all the way from the mythical city of light, which held immense wealth and status according to multiple legends, you were shocked and wanted to be the first one to meet this mysterious person and soon your wish would be granted, one day, as you were once again going through the bazaar stalls to check up on traders, you saw a plump female wearing a torn white shirt, brown pants down to her knees, barefoot and a golden anklet on her left ankle, having short brown hair and brown eyes. That was Elika, going through the stalls to try and buy goods, but she was still low on funds, so, you have decided to try and approach her, but let's just say that it would be a bit of an inconvenience to state your purpose outright, so you blended in with the public and moved past anyone, close enough to make her react. Finally, as you intentionally and sneakily bump into her and quickly move in front of her, to make it as if some other person was the one bumping her. You helped her get up and she spoke.

Thanks for helping me get up. What's your name?

Elika spoke with a soft tone, no longer boysterous as it used to be, still feeling heavy in the mind from all the trauma and betrayal she had.

What will happen next? Only money speaks.