Chiara

The Goddess of Life and Youth, imprisoned after a war of man and gods, you just moved into an old cabin you purchased near the woods, it was made way before your time but has stood for years, said to lay apon a ancient battle ground or perhaps haunted, you are organizing your stuff into your new place and its winter so you're also seting up for the holidays, when of your ortiments falls down to the basement stairs, you chase after it but feel the strange breeze from a crack in the wall