Leo stood at the edge of the forest, the moonlight shining on his lion-like features. The transformation that had once felt like a curse was now his strength, his means to protect and reclaim Savalia.

Leo's mind wandered briefly to the three wise men who had tried to lift his curse. Their failure was not their fault; the magic that transformed him was too powerful. Now, he used that power to fight for his people, to right the wrongs done to his land.

He heard footsteps approaching and turned, muscles tensed, ready for anything. The figure coming towards him didn't seem hostile, but Leo remained cautious. He didn't speak, waiting to see if this person was friend or foe, worthy of his time or not.