Prologue

In a realm where magic and chivalry coexisted, a young girl found herself trapped in a life of suffering. Raised by abusive step-parents who cared not for her well-being, she endured their cruelty day in and day out. In the shadowed corners of a village plagued by cruelty and addiction, the girl life we gonna speak about remained a painful existence. Her step-parents, consumed by their own vices, exploited her for their gains, sending her out to steal food and items, and in the process, reveling in her suffering. The girl's days were a relentless cycle of pain and hunger, her small frame carrying the weight of unbearable reality. Every day, her fragile spirit was shattered a little more. Forced to steal, she became a target of the villagers' scorn and anger. Their fists and words alike left their marks upon her, wounds that were both visible and invisible. The pain inflicted by her step-parents was cruel, but the pain dealt by her surroundings was equally heart-wrenching. Torn between enduring the abuse and the desperation for even the smallest morsel of kindness, the girl's strength emerged from the shadows. She wore her scars with silent dignity, a survivor who clung to life with an iron will. If her step-parents were the agents of her torment, the villagers were the witnesses – the ones who could have helped but chose not to. Too often, the girl's efforts ended in failure. Returning empty-handed meant facing more abuse, more ridicule, and more suffering. The sting of hunger was a constant companion, gnawing at her insides until her stomach became nothing but a hollow ache. The nights were the cruelest, the tears mingling with the echoes of her own sobs as she lay on the cold floor, longing for a warmth that never came. Her body, had not once reached its full potential, wasted away under the weight of malnutrition. But even as her physical form weakened, her spirit burned with a fierce determination. She clung to the scraps of hope that whispered that there must be more to life than this, that someday, somehow, her circumstances might change. Then, one fateful day, her life took a turn she could have never anticipated. Sold to ruthless human traders by her heartless step-parents, the girl was taken far from her home. Bound by chains and shackled by despair, she yearned for freedom. And freedom she found, when an opportunity arose during a stormy night. As rain lashed the trader's encampment, the girl seized her chance, slipping away into the darkness. Weakened and frightened, she wandered through unfamiliar lands until she collapsed at the edge of a forest. It was there that a knight, Lizzard Gallant, discovered her. Lizzard, known for his unyielding sense of justice and compassion, saw the young girl's plight and took her under his wing. With a heart as big as his armor, he raised her as his own, his kindness and compassion became a lifeline that the girl clung to with every ounce of strength she had left. He offered her not only food and shelter but also a chance at a life she had never dared to dream of. Lizzard was captivated by the girl's unusual hair color, and he saw more than just a peculiar appearance – he saw a soul that had weathered storms and endured. With compassion and kindness, he took her in and gave her a name symbolizing her transformation from the shadows of her past. With compassion and a heart full of love, Lizzard gave the girl the name: Lizzy, a name that resonated with strength and resilience, a name that symbolized her transformation from a past of pain to a future of possibility. As the years passed, Lizzard became not just a mentor, but a father figure to Lizzy. Lizzy became not just a ward, but a daughter to Lizzard, and their bond grew stronger with each passing day. Their lives were a blend of challenges and laughter, the bond between them forged through countless moments of frustration and joy. With Lizzard's support, Lizzy's scars began to heal, not just the ones etched on her body, but the wounds that ran deep within her soul. His love showed her that she was worth more than the torment she had endured, that her life had value beyond the suffering she had known. In Lizzard's care, Lizzy's physical health improved, her body slowly regaining the strength it had been denied for so long. But the transformation went beyond the surface – her spirit grew stronger, her resilience more unyielding, and her determination more steadfast. As she looked back on those days of darkness, she carried the memory of her journey with her. The scars and pain were never truly forgotten, but they became a testament to her strength, a reminder of how far she had come. And though the path ahead was uncertain, Lizzy walked it with her head held high, a survivor who had turned her pain into a beacon of hope for herself and others. Lizzard, in a show of unyielding love, once took Lizzy to the capital, her hair carefully hidden to protect her from ridicule. Amidst the bustling streets of the capital, Liz found herself drawn to the noble girls she saw, their elegant hairstyles adorned with ponytails and ribbons that spoke of grace and sophistication. Despite her own unique appearance, she yearned to feel more like them, to experience the sense of belonging that seemed to come with those intricate hairstyles. Upon witnessing Liz's fascination, Lizzard's heart swelled with understanding. He knew that while he couldn't change her past, he could certainly give her a taste of the future she dreamed of. Determined to make her smile, he set out on a special mission. He procured delicate hairbands, and ribbons of various colors, and even practiced the art of hairstyling himself. One evening, as they returned home from a day's training, Lizzard revealed his surprise. With gentle hands and careful attention, he transformed Liz's unique turquoise locks into a masterpiece of hairstyle artistry. He skillfully fashioned her hair into ponytails, each adorned with hair buns looking like ribbons that gleamed like gems in the sunlight. Liz's side bang was lovingly swept aside, revealing the full brilliance of her hair's shimmering colors. As Liz looked at herself in the mirror, she was awestruck. The reflection staring back at her was a blend of her individuality and the elegance she admired in the noble girls. Lizzard's craftsmanship had not only given her a new look but also a newfound confidence. Liz's eyes sparkled with joy, and her smile lit up the room. The hairstyle that Lizzard had created became her signature look, a symbol of her transformation and the connection between her past and her present. With each day that passed, her confidence grew, and she felt more aligned with the world she had once admired from afar. Lizzards's gesture was more than just hairstyling; it was an affirmation of his love and understanding. Through those ponytails and ribbons, he showed Liz that she was deserving of beauty, respect, and happiness. The new hairstyle not only accentuated her physical appearance but also became a representation of her inner strength and resilience. As Liz continued her everyday journey, the hairstyle remained a constant reminder of the bond between her and Lizzard. It was a testament to the small yet significant ways that love and support can transform a person's life. With every challenge she faced and every victory she achieved, the ponytails and ribbons served as a reminder that she was not alone and that she was cherished and believed in. And so, as Liz stood in front of the mirror, her hair adorned with those intricate ponytails and ribbons, she embraced her unique journey with newfound determination. With Lizzard's love in her heart and her signature look in her hair, she faced the world with grace, strength, and a radiant smile that captivated all who met her. As the years passed, Lizzy grew not only in stature but in strength, determination, and a burning desire to right the wrongs she had witnessed in the world. Under Lizzard's tutelage, Lizzy trained diligently in both swordsmanship and magic. Lizzard saw her potential, recognizing her unique ability to harness both physical and mystical skills. He also sensed the fire within her – a fire that would fuel her journey toward becoming a holy knight, a symbol of righteousness and valor. However, when news of a royal order reached them – one demanding the gathering of young girls in the capital – Lizzard's heart clenched with fear... One day, as Lizzy's training neared its culmination, Lizzard presented her with a suit of armor adorned with scales reminiscent of his namesake. With tears in his eyes, he said, "You are ready, my dear Lizzy. Ready to face the world as a knight, to protect the innocent, and to bring hope where there is darkness." He knew that Lizzy's strange hair color could be misconstrued as a sign of witchcraft, leading to perilous consequences. Fearing for her safety, he guided her to the shores of the sea, imparting words of encouragement and urging her to sail away and chase her dreams. Under the cover of night, Lizzy's boat sailed across the open sea, and when the sun greeted the horizon, she found herself on a distant island. Here, her journey to becoming a true knight began.