Chapter 5: Chapter 4 – Her Name and the Village Girl

The white fox girl had finished her bag of fruits and set off to explore deeper into the forest. Her ultimate goal was to reach her ancestral home, the ancient forest. As she journeyed through the forest, she caught a delicious scent and followed it to a strange place.

As she peered out from behind the bushes, she saw multiple houses and beings walking around, much like her, but they didn't have tails and two pointed ears like hers. This piqued her curiosity and she decided to take a closer look. She hid behind a tree and observed the food that was put outside, it was hot, round, and flat. She didn't recognize it as a pie, but since there were no humans around, she ate it impulsively. However, she soon realized her mistake as she spat everything out, it tasted bitter and knew the food was poisonous and inedible.

Feeling remorseful for wasting the food of the humans, the white fox girl was startled when a golden-haired human female passed through the corridor. She quickly hid, relieved that she had not been detected. As the human girl walked by, the white fox girl followed her discreetly, staying hidden as she entered a large building. The white fox girl peered through a dimly lit window, her mouth opened in awe as she took in the human's place and the things there she had never seen before. It took her several minutes to gather the courage to emerge from her hiding place and follow the human girl to the back of the building.

As she peered through the window, she saw the golden-haired girl lying there unconscious. The white fox didn't know what to do. When the female human awakened and looked at her, the white fox girl was in a state of panic, immediately fled and hid in the bushes on the outskirts.

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The sun rose over the small, idyllic village, casting a golden glow over the cobblestone streets and the humble abodes of its inhabitants. The birds sang their morning songs, and the gentle breeze carried the scent of blooming flowers. Though the place was peaceful, there was a sense of sorrow that seemed to linger in the air.

In the heart of the town stood an old inn, its walls weathered by time and its roof sagging slightly. Within its walls lived a young, beautiful maiden. She was a striking figure, with long platinum blonde hair that cascaded down her shoulders like a waterfall of gold. Her eyes were a bright, sparkling blue, and her skin was as smooth and fair as porcelain.

She awoke to the sound of the birds outside her window, and she rose from her bed, her movements graceful and elegant. She prepared herself for the day ahead, donning a simple yet elegant dress and making her way downstairs to bid farewell to the women who worked at the inn.

The maiden walked into the common room, her eyes scanning the faces of the women who had become her friends over the past few months. "Good morning, everyone!" she exclaimed with a smile.

"Good morning!" came the chorus of greetings from the women.

"How was your night?" asked by the innkeeper's daughter.

"It was good, thanks for asking. I had a peaceful sleep," she replied.

"That's great to hear," said a seamstress who lived in the inn. "I had a terrible night, couldn't get a wink of sleep."

"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that," the maiden said sympathetically. "Is everything okay?"

"It will be," the seamstress assured her. "Just some issues with a difficult customer. But enough about me, how can we help you today?"

"I have to leave for work now, everyone. I'll see you all later," the beautiful maiden said, as she picked up her bag and headed towards the door.

"Good luck with work today!" the woman called out as she left the inn.

The beautiful maiden smiled and waved, grateful for the support and friendship of the women she had come to know during her time at the inn.

She stepped out into the streets, the sun warm on her face, and made her way to the shop of her aunt. It was a small, unassuming establishment, but it held great meaning for her. She had grown up here, among the stacks of goods and the musty smell of old books.

As she went about her duties, cleaning and stocking the shelves, her eye was drawn to a strange object in the back of the store. It was a chessboard, intricately carved and adorned with gleaming pieces of various shapes and sizes. She couldn't help but be drawn to it, and as she reached out to touch a piece, a piece with a crown, she felt a sudden jolt of energy pass through her.

The next thing she knew, she was lying on the floor, her vision blurred and her head spinning. She had lost consciousness. As she came to, the maiden found herself staring at an unusual figure peeking through the window of her uncle's shop. The figure had pointed ears that were moving in alert, and its golden eyes shone with a brilliance like gems. The creature's face was cute and pretty to the point where anyone would want to protect her, but the maiden couldn't believe what she was seeing. She shook her head in denial, convinced that she was still dizzy from her fall.

Determined to prove to herself that she was not hallucinating, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her glasses. She cleaned the lenses with her cloth and put them on. When she looked back towards the window, the figure was no longer there. The maiden was relieved to find that she had indeed been imagining things, but at the same time, she couldn't shake off the feeling that something strange and inexplicable had just happened.

Feeling confused and disoriented, she decided to leave work early and head back to the inn. She needed time to process what had just occurred and to try and make sense of the strange yet a little bit familiar figure she had seen. As she walked back to the inn, she felt that something was different, something between excitement and fear.

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As the teen arrived at the inn, she was greeted by the women who worked there, who were all busy with their chores. She tried to join in and help out, but she found that she was unable to focus on her tasks. Her mind kept drifting back to the figure she had seen at her aunt's shop.

That night, as she lay in bed, the beautiful maiden couldn't shake off the strangeness that had taken hold of her. She felt as if something was calling out to her, something that she couldn't quite understand.

Despite her exhaustion, she found herself wide awake, her mind racing with thoughts and questions. She tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position, but nothing seemed to work.

Finally, she gave up on trying to sleep and got out of bed. She couldn't shake the feeling that she needed to go to the forest, even though she didn't know why. She quickly dressed and made her way outside, her heart beating fast with anticipation and a hint of fear.

As she walked deeper into the forest, she could feel the tension in her body begin to ease. The trees, glowing flowers and the fireflies seemed to be welcoming her, and she felt as if she had followed the right direction. She couldn't explain it, but she knew that she was exactly where she was supposed to be.

As she scanned the area, she soon came across a familiar sight. It was the figure she had seen that morning, but this time it was trapped in a net and unconscious.

"T-the white fox girl! I knew it!", the girl exclaimed in shock. She couldn't believe her eyes, she had always heard bedtime stories about the white fox girl, an important mythical figure of the neighboring theocratic holy empire of Gaia, and she had always known that this figure was a very important model.

She had a feeling that she would meet her, but never thought that she would find her in such a terrible condition. Without hesitation, she carefully freed the white fox girl from the net and picked her up in her arms. She was so light, bruised and fragile, the maiden couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and anger at the same time. "Who could do this to such an innocent girl?" She thought to herself.

As she brought the white fox girl back to her home, she made sure to be as silent as possible so as not to disturb the others. Once she arrived home, she gently placed the fox on her bed and examined her injuries. "Thank goodness, they are not serious," the maiden said in relief. But she knew she had to take care of her. She cleaned and bandaged her, made sure the white fox girl was lying comfortably, and sat by her bedside.

As she sat there, she couldn't help but notice that the wounds on the white fox girl's body were slowly healing and closing. She was surprised to see how quickly the fox's body was mending itself, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and wonder at the creature's resilience.

The maiden couldn't help but feel a connection with the fox girl. She felt as if they were meant to meet and that she had to protect her at all costs. "I will not rest until I find out who did this to you and bring them to justice," the maiden promised as she sat by her bedside, watching over her, and waiting for her to wake up.

Knowing that the fox had nothing to wear, the maiden set out to make her new clothes. She carefully crafted garments specifically tailored to the fox's unique size and shape, ensuring that she would have something beautiful and comfortable to wear as she recovered. Despite her own exhaustion, the maiden stayed awake, working tirelessly to create the perfect clothes for the white fox girl.

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The sun was shining brightly through the window, filling the room with light and the melodic chirping of birds.

The white fox girl opened her eyes, she soon noticed the golden-haired being she followed sleeping beside her. She couldn't help but let out a soft howl "Aaoh.." to wake her. The maiden woke up with a start and turned to look at the white fox girl, a big smile spread across her face despite the looming noticeable eye bags on her. "You're awake!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with joy and relief.

The fox girl looked around, feeling her new clothes, confused, she realized she was in an unfamiliar place, she noticed the maiden's genuine smile, she felt safe and secured. The maiden noticed the confusion in the fox's eyes and knew she had a lot of questions. "You don't have to be afraid, you're safe now," the maiden reassured her as she gently stroked the fox's head. "I found you in the forest, you were injured and unconscious. I brought you here to take care of you."

"My name is Amara, what's yours?" the maiden said, introducing herself with a warm smile.
The white fox girl looked at her and let out a soft howl, as if she was trying to tell her something.

“Awawa aaoh”

"Aaoh, is that your name? Aoh?" Amara asked, trying to understand her language.

The fox girl nodded her head, and let out a soft howl, as if she was agreeing to the name.

"Nice to meet you, Aoh," Amara said with a smile. Aoh, the white fox girl, looked at her with her big and bright golden eyes. She lay on her bed, propped up by soft pillows, her soft fluffy tail wrapped gently around her. Aoh let out a soft and happy howl, as if she was saying "Nice to meet you too, Amara."

Amara couldn't help but smile at the fox's adorable response, feeling a sense of warmth and connection with her new companion.

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