She continued, her voice soft but steady. "Back in the Fairy Oasis, I was known as the precious princess. Our oasis was a place of eternal spring, and laughter was the loudest noise you'd hear. I was taught to sing and weave magic with golden strings made from our sacred trees as a traditional wear for our debut. And... I was never taught how to fight a war."
Her voice wavered. "The Chaos Army came so quickly. They didn't just invade, they wanted to... annihilate us. There was a massacre. I felt so... utterly helpless. I could only watch the light of my people fade as they get devoured one by one by the Lord's of Chaos' army." Her eyes glazed over with memory. "I was trapped, hidden in the elder tree, for days... weeks... no, months. I couldn't even speak from the shock. I had severe distress. The sounds, the shadows... they haunted me. I couldn't communicate, I couldn't move, I couldn't eat. I had severe PTSD."
