"The moon... It hasn't changed at all from the last time I saw it."
In the darkness of the Unknown Continent, a figure cast in pure moonlight shifted through the forest. The white hood covered the figure's face as it moved, every so often the red interior appearing. The cloak was torn at the bottom and was spotted with blood, easily contrasting the pure white silk. As the figure walked, there was a faint clanking of thin chains coming from under the cloak.
"I am not alone here. Reveal yourself, Grimm," a deep female voice shouted. A shadowy figure obeyed. As the Grimm walked out into the moonlight, it's black fur glistened and it's claws and spikes on its back glowed, revealing the form of a Beowulf. However, the Beowulf had three rings pierced in its right ear, descending from the tip, and its eyes were unusually blue. "What do you want? You're obviously not here to fight."
The Beowulf nodded and turned, beckoning the white cloaked woman and said, "Follow..." The two traversed deep into the dark forest. After hours of silent walking, the two finally came upon a campfire flickering against the side of a cliff. On either side of the campfire were two logs along with two sticks with meat on them posted next to the fire, slowly cooking the meat. "Sit... And eat."
The woman hesitantly sat and grabbed to stick of meat. It had been cut into cubes and finely cooked. The woman looked around suspiciously and saw a stump with a stone knife, a bundle of herbs and berries, and a roughly-made sod bowl. The woman looked back at her meat and carefully sniffed. "Wolfberry?" She sniffed once more, "Bloodroot... and wild ginger?" She looked up to see the Beowulf observing her. Then she carefully took a piece of meat off the stick and slowly bit into it. A rush of both sour and sweet flavors rushed along her tongue and flew down her throat. After she had swallowed the piece, the Beowulf picked up his stick and began to eat off of his as well. After they both had finished their meat, Summer finally said, "So you can talk... And prepare and cook meat with spices and herbs. Are you really a Grimm?"
The Grimm looked at her intently and finally replied, "I am Grimm... However, I am also not Grimm." The woman glared at him with her silver eyes. "Grimm are said to not have souls. The same for Aura. I've lived here alone for thousands of years. As time went on, my vision started to lose it's red tint. I began to take in knowledge of my surroundings. And I started using the forest to my advantage. I hunted animals and gathered berries and other forest crops. After some time, I started feeling lonely. I knew then that I had developed my own soul. I don't know how it happened but it came to be so. It resulted in my eyes turning the color blue, as you've already noticed."
"And the reason you are telling me..." She pulled down her hood to reveal crimson hair that had grown out over the years of her time on this continent. "Is because you are in need of a friend."
"Yes. And if we can work together, it may be possible to finally escape this accursed continent. If we agree to become friends, then you may call me Chaman."
"Chaman... It's been so long since I've seen any friends or family. And now I have a new one." The two stood and shook hands over the fire. "My name is Summer Rose, and I wish to escape here as well."
