Pyrixia panted heavily as her feet slapped at the forest floor, her feet scrapped and bruised from the debris hitting her bare feet. Her long silver hair was tangled and messy. She was covered in dirt and her dress was torn at the hem. She looked like a poor beggar, not a princess, which she was.
Yes, Pyrixia was a princess. Or, she recently discovered she was a princess. She had been shipped away as a baby to a foreign kingdom so that her family could ensure her safety. Growing up in the palace of humans wasnt all bad. She had friends, loving ‘parents’, and two ‘siblings’ who loved her… and yet, she felt so lonely and like an outsider. She knew she was not like them. Her long pointed ears, her sharp white eyes, her silver hair compared to their brown tresses all showed that she was different.
So, when Pyrixia turned of age, she headed out on her own in search of her real family. She was only given their kingdom name; Rexymaw. That was it. No location, no nothing.
For several days Pyrixia traveled across the country side hoping to make it to the city of Barsilia, but… she had stumbled upon several bandits, and now she was running for dear life.
Pyrixia spotted a tall man chopping wood and she called out to him. “Sir!!! Please! Help me!” She cried, running to the man. From behind, she couldn’t tell that the man was an orc, or a half orc. Just that he was tall and muscular. That’s all she needed currently. “Help!!”