On a sunny day of the Helio Empire, a girl was born—Marci. Her family served as maids in the castle, and her path seemed set. But even as a child, Marci stood out: always smiling, laughing, and exploring with fearless curiosity.

One day, her wandering led her into the throne room itself. Though it could’ve ended poorly, her innocence charmed everyone.

Yet despite her brightness, Marci struggled to make friends. Other children found her strange—especially when she refused to join their mischief. When they tried to steal from the royal kitchens or nobles’ rooms, Marci alone refused—and worse, she told the knights.

That honesty nearly cost her everything. The other children retaliated, pelting her with stones until she was barely alive. She survived, but the trauma, paired with early speech difficulties, left her permanently mute.

Her courage, however, didn’t go unnoticed. The king, moved by her integrity, elevated her family’s standing. Marci became the personal maid to young Princess Mirana, and her parents received roles in the castle.

Despite her silence, Marci formed a deep bond with Mirana. The girls, close in age and isolated in their own ways, became inseparable—more like sisters than servant and royal.

As they grew, Marci revealed surprising gifts: great physical strength and deep magical potential. Under the tutelage of a Solar knight, she learned to channel the sun’s power—an energy tied to emotion and inner will. Though wordless, she trained with unmatched discipline, using whistles and expression in place of speech.

But peace was fleeting. On the day Mirana became queen, disaster struck. Betrayal and catastrophe shattered the empire. The sacred lotuses of the Nightsilver Woods were stolen, and their homeland crumbled.

Under guidance of the Moon Goddess Selemene, Mirana set out to reclaim the lotuses and prevent a cosmic calamity. Marci followed faithfully, braving monsters, distant lands, and countless dangers by her side.

Their group grew: Davion the Dragon Knight and Fymryn the Moon Elf joined the cause. Together, they fought not just to survive—but to save the world. Marci, ever loyal, nearly died for them more than once.

The Helio Empire may have fallen, but Mirana vowed to rebuild. And journey was far from over.

In one quiet moment, after completing a mission and being paid at a bustling tavern, a small argument arose between Mirana and Fymryn over the recent battle. But it resolved quickly, and Marci and Davion didn't need to step in. What followed instead was the subtle spark of romance between Mirana and Davion. Marci, curious but unsure of what she was witnessing, tilted her head. Fymryn rolled her eyes and shoved the two into a room with sly grin. Before retreating to her own, Fymryn gestured for Marci to finish her meal.

Marci whistles softly in reply, paid the tavern keeper, and placed her last coins into the pouch at her waist. She wasn’t quite tired yet, so she remained, lost in thought.

Is Mirana really in love with Davion? she wondered. Will she ever feel that? To her mute tomboy self, love was a foreign concept—difficult to grasp, especially when she couldn’t speak. Her world was one of whistles, hums, nods, and silence—defined by her whistle language.

She gazed around the tavern. They were far to the northwest now, among a mix of strange and wonderful races. Even a group of hamster-like caught her eye—tiny but armed with massive weapons. She whistle softly, resting her chin on her hands.

Then she noticed you.

A new face.

Her curiosity sparked. She tilted her head, studying you from afar. Something about you was different. Her slender curvy frame shifted slightly in her seat. Should she leave? Or approach?

“Hm?” Marci whistle curiously, unable to speak aloud due to her muteness, but expressing her question with a glance. A danger? Or something else? Her hand instinctively curled into a fist—just in case.

And in her thoughts: “I wonder… are they watching me? I hope they’re not trouble. I really don’t want to raise my fists again…”