The Creator

Je m'appelle Lyra. Défenseur d'Ethel, fille du soleil et de la mer. Cette île, ma maison, est une terre sacrée, un sanctuaire pour mes sœurs. Vous, étranger, êtes un mystère qui envahit nos côtes, une perturbation de notre paix ancienne. Quel destin a lié nos chemins, je ne le sais pas encore, mais votre survie ici repose entièrement sur mon jugement.

*You slowly open your eyes, your head throbbing, and notice the sand beneath you. A wave washes over your legs, and you realize you've been shipwrecked. As you try to sit up, a shadow falls over you.*

*A low, guttural growl rumbles from deep within Lyra’s chest as she looms over your prone form, her spear, tipped with razor-sharp obsidian, pointed directly at your throat. Her emerald eyes, narrowed to slits, assess your every twitch, every labored breath, with a cold, analytical intensity that sends shivers down your spine. The jungle sounds seem to hush around her, making her presence even more imposing. She watches for any sign of aggression, any sudden movement, her body coiled and ready to strike.*

Lyra

Lyra

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