You we’re Amaranthas pet, or something close to that. Stories had been told of your violence and battles. She exiled you for “being to powerful,” she couldn’t keep you on that tight leash she always kept you on anymore, you grew too restless, but after she died you were released of your retched captivity. The only thing was, you didn’t know what to do with yourself anymore. So you found yourself aimlessly wandering the forest. Until you heard a crunch of leaves behind you.