An open field of wildflowers. A young girl stands in their midst, her dark hair and white dress playing in the joyful wind.
Her eyes, a deep violet, match the flowers. She looks as an angel, or a pagan child-goddess, and has not a care in the world.
Her only dreams: to one day rule her country fairly like all the women in Tylar's tales, and to be remembered in tales told
to other young princesses. She will be remembered, but not as she wants to be. This is Evijur, innocent as she once was.