Twenty Years Later
A beautiful young lady was sitting on a boulder, near a waterfall. Her long, light brown hair was touching the dry soil. Her attire was elegant. She had a strong aura. Anyone could see she was royalty. But her ocean green eyes looked sad. A sigh left her mouth. She always liked this area of the forest. It was so peaceful. She learned from her father that this area was one border of the Western Werewolf Empire and Northern Lands.
“Maybelle! Maybelle!”, suddenly she heard a voice.
“Princess Maybelle! Are you there?”, princess Maybelle saw her friend Zura coming. She was a few years younger than hers. Her red hair was tied into a bun as usual. Her attire differed from hers or anyone else from their world. A pure smile was lingering on her lips.
“I found it! I found it
