@galarslight liked for a starter!
Someone was in the Weald. Someone human. It was rare that any of them found their way inside of it anymore. It had happened one other time recently, but before then, Zacian couldn’t remember the last time she had felt the presence of a human. Truthfully, she missed them, but she knew that the humans of today were not the same as those her and her brother knew in the past.
Still, she silently creeps towards the girl in front of her, grateful for the cover of the fog. As she gets closer, however, she begins to question if the fog was playing tricks on her.
“Princess?” Zacian questions, her ears laying flat against her head. How could that be? After their battle with Eternatus on what had become known as the Darkest Day, the princess had fallen into a coma, and should have been long dead. Shouldn’t she?