It all started when I was wandering the forest alone. If I had friends or family, they all died back then when my home was burned down. Now, in the body of an Ionian prophetess, I lived in a new home: one of Ionia's vasts forests. Anyway, by then, I returned to Ionia and joined a small fishing village. They took me in as one of their own, and gave me a new name: Zyra. What it stands for, I don't know, but they said it fit me. Perhaps one day I will find out.
I was walking along the edge of the forest, my head turned to the faded mountains in the east. It was a foggy morning, and my new, human body was just waking up. It was then that I saw a strange sight in a small pool in the forest. First, I heard the water rushing, and as I drew near, I saw the dark figure standing in the middle of the pool of water. He had pale skin that shone like pearls underneath the cool spring, and his dark black hair hung nicely over his eyes. I also noticed the scars that lined his arms and his long fingers. Something inside of me quivered, and my instinct told me to leave, but fate, apparently, told me to stay.
The man looked up, his dark red eyes meeting mine. I stepped back into the shadows, and turned to leave.
Then it happened. Before I could get away, a strong hand reached out and grasped my wrist with an iron grip.
"And where are you going, young maiden?" a voice asked, and I could feel his hot breath against my ear.
I looked into those dark eyes and knew I was in trouble.