Daughter of the Forest.
It's what the trees call her. The deer call her Dahmnait, Little Fawn, and accept her as their own, and the sighing grasses and the wildflowers call her Siofra, light-footed elf.
But the wise owls call her Prisca- Ancient One- which must be her true name, for the very earth, which she trusts more than anything, tells her that she is the daughter of the goddess Hylia, and she is as old as the sky and the sea.
All things in the forest grow old at one time and die, for this is the cycle of things and it must remain unbroken.
All things except for one young girl, who looks as if she has only seen six summers, but for her eyes, which speak of wisdom greater than is known to any other and age greater than time itself.
She lives happily on the island in the sky, never knowing of the great destiny that awaits her and one other. But even the Goddess herself could have predicted the turn of events that would bring the two together.
