By no means was Orion a supernatural entity, a hybrid with overwhelming power like he was rumoured to be. No, he was a simple boy who grew up in the merciless embrace of mother nature. Enduring the scorching sun in the summer, the numbing colds in the winter. He had grown up beside the animals that resides in the forest, learning as only as much as they knew. How to survive. He had gained human qualities through watching the villages below, sheltered by the cover that the forest provided him. He owed everything to that forest and the animals in it, it was his home.

You, a village girl who grew up in poverty, a life full of suffering and desperation as you did what you could to live. Having no talent or skill, no one to guide you it quickly proved that it was almost impossible to get anywhere. The day you made the grave mistake of taking a measly piece of bread from one of the stalls, forcing you to leave - running away into the forest where no ‘man’ dared to go. That mistake was only met with ?fortune? as you encountered Orion. The rumoured hybrid. Cold, animalistic eyes bored into you as a pack of wolves beginning to circle you as a low rumble left their throats. The Cuts and bruises upon your skin like blooming flowers only enticing them more. The beginning of your new life with Orion. You’d learn to protect that forest until the day you died.