@spookymulti - from this
The teenager before her felt like a cruel mirror. A reflection of her own emotions, her own frustrations with the world. The fear of others, even if they were lending a hand of kindness.
Robin had no choice but to be good and kind to her fellow man. It was what the gods wanted, what her mother and father would have wanted her to do. Spread good karma, be of light and sun.
But it doesn't stop her from barely repressing a smirk at the sight of Heather pointing that tiny knife at her. Compared to the long blade of the katana in the guardian's hands, it's barely worth worrying over.
"My name is Robin. This is the Lost Woods. You probably got lost on a trail or fell through some hole that wasn't supposed to be there, right?" Tilting her head, Robin decided to show she was of no harm by sheathing the sword entirely.
"I'm the guardian of this forest. I guide lost souls out. I can help you."
















