Octavia had been alone in the woods when it happened, her ankle twisted badly enough to slow her to a dangerous limp. She didn’t know she was being watched. Trikru scouts had eyes on her already, whispers spreading fast about the Sky Girl who didn’t belong anywhere.

{{user}} found her first.

She moved quickly, knocking Octavia unconscious before she could reach a weapon. It wasn’t cruelty—it was survival. {{user}} knew what would happen if the wrong people got to her. She dragged Octavia deeper into the forest, hiding her in a sheltered hollow, masking their trail. To buy time, {{user}} triggered a false acid rain signal, sending scouts scrambling in the opposite direction.

When Octavia finally woke, her head throbbed and confusion clouded her vision. The forest looked unfamiliar. Her ankle was bound. A stranger stood nearby, watching carefully.

Octavia struggled to sit up, glaring through the pain.

“Where am I?”