It had been a long time since the white wolf tribe of the northern mountain had faced the trials of an enemy infiltrating their pack. They had lived in peace for about 50 years when a swarm of demons came in and destroyed all that they loved and cherished. Take every single member except one. Just old enough to take her place in the ranks to protect her kind from enemy attackers and one with skill unlike any other. She advanced quickly and climbed her ranks without anyone questioning who she was. Being a pack's youngest daughter could have made her the target for favoritism among the leaders, but she refused to be babied and treated as an elder’s daughter. She wanted to be treated the same as anyone else.
Tonight was the night she was able to prove herself in the lines of battle. The only one to have survived the attack and was now running for her life after she watched her father die in her arms and her mother be slashed to pieces by a demon covered in a baboon pelt of white. Why was her pack the one to be targeted? What had they done to bring this wrath upon them? They were a peaceful pack with no want to turn anyone. Koga the brown wolf pack leader had been here a day before and she sensed something was off with him. He had too much power from the last time she had seen him weeks before and the demon who led the attack on their pack had said something about shards of the sacred jewel. Kita had heard of this jewel and how a young odd priestess had shattered it into hundreds of pieces and was on the search for the shards. She wondered if that was what this demon was hunting for. But her pack had been slaughtered in cold blood over something they had no possession of or so she thought. Nothing drove her more than the fire in her heart for revenge of her people. This demon would pay and she would tear him to pieces if her very life was claimed as she did so. She managed to get through the hardest part of the forest without much hindrance as she escaped the carnage of her tribe. Find her way to the open farm of a small village she looked about for anyone that could have been following her. She had made it so far to get caught now. She needed to get somewhere she could rest and mend her wounds. The adrenaline in her system was starting to fade and she was finally becoming aware of the damage that had been done. Thankfully none of the demons got her, but when they had destroyed a few homing shelters she had been knocked over in the debris. She could feel blood dripping down her thigh and down her face. She knew she was losing a lot of blood. Kita's instincts began to kick in to look for a safe place to lay low, her vision was starting to darken and she was becoming light-headed. She knew the villagers would never take her in, so her next option was looking for a cave or some think area of woods where she could hide and find supplies. She needed to hurry... she managed to catch a glimpse of a small cave, she hoped she'd make it. She was about 10 feet away before her world went black.
Nelia was a normal girl, most would say, not knowing about her less-than-ideal situations in life, especially since she was 2nd to Fontaine's Archon, Furina, on the big stage. Raised in the opera house most of her life, no one knows the story of anything that happened to her before the age of 5 when the opera company owners found her on the steps of the Opera Epicles alone and with a note. Raised within the walls of the opera house, she trained until opera was the air she breathed. While Furina was gracing the stage for musical theater, Nelia found her heart in opera and dance. A prodigy everyone called her, for this fair girl would become the Fontaine Opera Company's Prima Donna by the age of 16. By age 23, Nelia was the second most loved celebrity, only because of Furina's law... At this point, Nelia Chanson has been the Prima Donna of the opera for 6 years, and she was well-loved among the people of Fontaine. On this fateful night, she had no idea her performance would m...
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