The wyvern flew around the two as Morticia started small talk. It’s true they were both fey. Deep down Rosenia wished it was as simple as just leaving her forest. It had been awhile since she had lost her forest. The conversation, brought back memories. Many painful, of which she wanted to forget, but now flooded her mind. The dryad reached out a hand, and smiled as the wyvern just grazed it. They reached a four way fork, with a fountain in the center. The pixie was right there would most likely be traps carefully placed throughout the maze waiting to catch the unaware off guard.
“There’s no harm in trying to be friends no,” Rosenia smiled at the Pixie. She thought back to the day she was named. She recalled her story out loud to try, and satiate her new companion’s curiosity. Coinin Foraoise, a beautiful forest known for its heavily sought after breed of rabbits. These rabbits were sometime poached for their hides. Their fur was a beautiful white, just like fresh fallen powder, in the first shower of the winter season. Under her helpful watch though none of the bunnies would come to harm, as long as she had something to say about it. She could be a very vengeful dryad, shed kill the poachers one way or another. Eventually it spread of the danger of the forest, and the poachers stopped coming. Unfortunately this was the last of troubles.
Eventually it came to pass that the other races would war over frivolous things like land, or deities. One spring afternoon, as she was tending to a field of poppies by her tree, a loud noise came from the north. Large explosions shook the forest. The fires spread from the east, and slowly engulfed the forest. Two warring nations were at war, and one was using the forest for cover. The dryad used her abilities to push as many creatures out of the forest as she could in time. The fires spread, and eventually encircled her grove. Her strength gave out, and she was engulfed in flames, as the rest of the forest turned to ash around her. The night sky was awash in flames, as the once beautiful forest disappeared.
A few days later after the fires died out, and the armies left a visitor wandered upon the ash covered barrens of the forest. A beautiful red headed woman who was clearly not from around there strode through the forest to the location of the once blooming grove. “Such a waste,” the red haired stranger said. She rose her hands, and roots rose from the ground for where the dryads tree once was. From the carcass of the tree a seed was withdrawn. With a bit of magic she formed a body, and infused the seed into the creatures heart. Rosenia let a tear roll down her cheek. “Thus I was reborn as Rosenia, free of my guardian duties, but burdened by the forests death." She dipped a hand into the fountain, and absorbed some water through her body. “That woman, gave me the name Rosenia, she’s actually one of the goddesses holding this event, I was hoping to show my proper gratitude when I finish the mazes, and come out victorious.” She approached the pixie, and held out a hand, “Lets give it our best,” smiling the best she could.