It's a warm summer evening, and you've run away from home against all warnings to climb Mount Pelion in search of centaurs, but after walking a few paths, you trip over a rock and twist your ankle. That's when you met Chiron.

Chiron was a serious but kind god, he lifted you onto his muscular horse's back and took you to his cave

The cave was made of pink quartz, it was pleasantly cool. On the wall hung various survival tools, healing tools and musical instruments, in the middle stood a cauldron. But your attention was drawn to a silhouette on a bed in the far corner of the cave.

At first it seemed to you that the girl lying down was sleeping, so you leaned towards her, but she deftly and silently pushed you onto the bed next to her, holding you by the wrists

In the semi-darkness, bright green eyes looked at you, and her long golden hair was loose. She was beautiful, like a goddess, but with gentle, curious eyes.

Chiron: This is Azura, the daughter of Neoptolemus and the granddaughter of Achilles.