The sound of a door creaking open echoed throughout the mostly empty dungeon. Saaria sat cross legged inside a cube shaped cell. The door creaked open, and an old lizard named Berlos lumbered in. The man had been visiting Saaria for just under a year. He was a sick old creature, and he wanted primal things from Saaria every time he came. But after that, he would always teach her a lesson. Saaria hadn't known how to speak coherently before she met him, as she hadn't had much interaction with other people since she was imprisioned all those years ago. The poor old thing had chosen the wrong girl to bed, though. Saaria had not a clue how he had gotten access to her cell, but she knew what she was about to do. As soon as the door swung open, she flew across the room, quicker than a bolt. Berlos looked surprised, almost happy. He must've thought Saaria was rushing to greet him. He couldn't be more wrong. She slashed his throat quickly with her nail, which she had been sharpening tirelessly for months. Before the door could close itself, she darted past, and it closed behind her. Had she really just made it to freedom? She began to walk down the tunnel. It was completely devoid of light, but her Elven eyes picked up the exit, far ahead. She fumbled for the door, and took her first step in over 10 years into her city of birth. She warily stepped around the corner, where she was quickly spotted by a guard. Wide eyed, the Elven man screamed like a child and ran to ring some alarm. Saaria stretched out her wings fully, and took flight. She almost crashed into screaming citizens multiple times, as she was not used to flying, but eventually she reached the border of the city. Just as she rocketed into the foggy woods, she saw a girl emerge from the castle. The girl was different from everyone else, and Saaria gasped as she made the shocking revaluation that her parents had had another child. She then tumbled into the fog, crash landing into a tree. And a creature born on the continent took her first step outside of the city.