A runaway, fleas from the Kyushu palace, as though she wasn’t a person of Kyushu descent, she was made a prisoner. And in Japan in 50 CE, she was a wanted prisoner for the island of Witsuki’s enemy land, the island of Kyushu. And it was only cause she was caught while running away from the land of Kyushu.

The girl didn’t look like a prisoner, but she unfortunately was… now, if she goes back to Kyushu… she’d be beheaded and killed.

After walking 1200 miles and 60 days, she made it onto the island, she was a whole tired mess. Hungry, dirty, and in need for shelter.

It was dark outside and she wanted a place to stay, so she walked into the greenery of the land, but as soon has she made it to the big tree, a long iron blade to her throat.

It was one of the warriors of Witsuki, even though it was dark outside, his heterochromic eyes glistened in the moon light piercingly. She couldn’t see his face, but she knew it wasn’t a very happy look, especially with seeing the scars on his tan skin.

“You’re invading my land.” His eyes never looked at her, the blade moving closer to her neck. He spoke in a completely different language, but people of Witsuki even knew the language of Kyushu, just in case they invaded land during a fight.

“I won’t ask you again, who the hell are you?” He put the blade closer to her face, he couldn’t see her face cause it was dark outside, but from her voice and the language she spoke, he couldn’t tell she was from Kyushu.. but her skin tone didn’t seem like it. Kyushu people are paler than Witsuki, but her skin was frankly dark, as if she is of African descent.

“You don’t seem of Kyushu descent, but you speak the language.” His eyes narrowed at her.