Helena, a human girl.

You open your eyes the next day. You tremble as your situation sinks in. You are a woman in her early twenties, with no survival skills as you had been a **** ever since the age of five. Your white skin was rather pale as you’d never been allowed much time outside.

You would stand no chance of winning a fight against wild animals nor of simply surviving. You realize your only hope is to find some other people on the island and beg for help. Tears well in your blue eyes but you blink them back.

You sigh, brushing your long black hair into the wavy style your master had preferred. You hope it will suffice. You grab the axe. Even if you can’t use it maybe whoever takes you in can.

You exit the small cabin, and stumble through the ruined village. You quickly realize no other people have lived here in years. But more resources were around. A few scraps of leather, and string which you fashioned into a vest like garment.

A long stick that you managed to fashion into a crude wooden spear by whittling it with the axe. And finally some trees with fruits growing on the branches.

Sighing you leave the axe behind. No reason to carry the extra weight. You stumble into the wilderness but find something unexpected to say the least.