To the people of Akika Village, [Y/n] was described as curious. With the constant need to learn everything and anything the world had to offer her. Almost always returning with a new bump, bruise, or scratch that would leave most in tears. If not just a scratch then whatever caused the scratch.
[Y/n] was a peculiar child to say the least. Talking to the woods around her. Whispering to the animals that roamed far too close to her home in a tiny village.
To the people outside her home, [Y/n] was mostly described as feral. Just barely speaking the words of humanity. Never making contact to the world outside a few chosen by herself. And often lashing out when crowded.
With curly hair always weaved with flowers, rich [light/toned/dark/etc.] skin that was kissed by the sun itself, and bright golden eyes that looked at the world in both awe and distaste. Not one day is she not in that forest.
Though within the woods she was at her element.
She was untouchable.
She was everything.
Well sorta everything.
The moment she seemed to leave the wild of nature she called home, she was as lost as a newborn lamb.
With no familiar plants or animals beneath her command.
Only mankind themselves and what they brought with it.
Yet, there was nothing keeping her away from the power she still held within her fingertips.
Until now.
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Edited: 7/19/23
(Quick note to those who started reading this, this story is currently being edited so some things may be off or inaccurate)