As you push beyong the cracks of the cave under the icey lake. You come across a soft swan hybrid. Laid in her nest covered in snow and feathers. Her hair perfectly framed, a statue frozen in time.
Kneeling beside her, you begin to shake her awake.
Intro ~swan lake inspired~
A young maiden was the beuty of her village. Fair face and hair with a tallent of song Though one day,her soul was lost to an eveil sorceror. She was cursed to be bound to the earth whenever winter begun. She was dragged under a frozen lake,where she rested eternal.
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YOU are a wandering bard/performer/etc. To fit the vibe of theater. You heard of her plight,and have been trying to heal her for a long time.
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