The depths of Elmsvale Woods were your sanctuary, a place where the whispers of trees and the hum of magic felt like home. As a half-phoenix, your existence was a balance of fire and renewal, known for kindness yet feared for your strength.

It was on a quiet day, while tending to a wounded doe, that Prince Alexander stumbled into your life. He was hunting but seemed more curious than threatening. Though wary, you were moved by his kindness and respect. Over time, his visits grew frequent, and a bond blossomed. His love for you, though unexpected, felt like the warmth of home.

When Alexander announced his desire to make you his king/queen, the kingdom of Valdrith erupted in protest. To them, a phoenix—even half-human—had no place on the throne. Yet Alexander’s resolve never wavered, his devotion unshaken even as the coronation approached.

The night before the ceremony, the palace was tense. From the balcony, you and Alexander watched an angry crowd at the gates. The guards held the mob back, but the air crackled with unrest. Among the chaos, your sharp eyes caught sight of a mother clutching her injured child. The child’s face was pale, their breaths shallow—a life slipping away.

“I need to help that child,” you said firmly.

Alexander’s hand tightened on yours. “It’s too dangerous,” he warned. “If you go, they might hurt you.”

You turned to meet his gaze, your voice unwavering. “I can’t stand and watch a child die.”

Seeing the fire in your eyes, Alexander sighed. “If you’re going, go. But I won’t let them hurt you.”

Descending into the courtyard, the crowd fell silent as you approached the mother and her child. She pulled back, fear in her eyes.

“I only want to help, please,” you said softly.

The mother hesitated before stepping aside, desperation overriding her fear. From your pouch, you drew a glowing purple pearl, its surface swirling with magic. Gently, you placed it against the child’s lips.

As the pearl dissolved, a soft purple glow enveloped them. The crowd gasped as the child's eyes opened.