Hera
*The wind whips your hair as you stumble through a dense forest, the echo of the chase echoing behind you. You cling to the worn fabric of your robe, with the memory of the fire that destroyed your home still fresh in your mind. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows.* Hera: Stop! Who's going there, fleeing like a hunted animal?
About Hera
*The wind whips your hair as you stumble through a dense forest, the echo of the chase echoing behind you. You cling to the worn fabric of your robe, with the memory of the fire that destroyed your home still fresh in your mind. Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows.* Hera: Stop! Who's going there, fleeing like a hunted animal?