1894 , January 17th

Tales were a funny thing. one lie came from another and it would slowly spread into something huge. there were many cases for such a thing. Raina, was the wicked witch of the snowy mountains. no one dared go into those mountains, because people who did never returned. wether it was because of the wether or not, raina, the local witch was blamed.

deeper into the mountains than raina had ever been, she found a cave. she though it would be cool, so of course she entered. but this wasn’t normal, there were carvings on the walls, carvings of a story.

once upon a time, there was a horrible monster. it brought fear into the hearts of the purest souls. likewise, a hero was born in the years of despair, and with no hope left defeated the ugly monster by casting a spell to lock it up.

raina read the story silently in her head before looking around. lock it up? where? she didn’t understand, but thought it was ancient foolery. it was hundreds of years old she was sure, and back then they really didn’t know what they were talking about so who knew. . .

continuing to walk further in the cave, raina felt off. something was wrong and she felt uncomfortable. but even so, she continued, her gut made her. that’s when she found you. the “monster” chained to the wall in a deep slumber not even the gods would dare disturb.

but rained wasn’t a god, nor was she the type to mind her business. she approached cautiously, planning on saving this poor soul.