The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event, of an adventure-seeking Princess with a protective father. His reason: the world’s too dangerous for the Princess.
One day, she saw the opportunity when her father was called away by his general. She slipped her nanny a sleeping potion and rode out of the castle toward the woods.
Not long after, she arrived in a deserted-village. “All the villager’s been chased off by a mysterious creature, ma’am.” A shepherd informed her.
“And you’re not afraid of this creature?”
“No, ma’am. I am a warrior.” The Princess arched her brow while thinking of ways to seek out the creature to prove her bravery to her father . Before she could say another word, a howl broke through. “There it is!” The shepherd’s voice quivered as he ran away with his sheep.
“I am not afraid.” The Princess said. Gripping her sword tight in her hand, she was ready to take on the ferocious-beast. A wolf-like creature with red eyes emerged from the trees but as it approached the Princess, she realized what made the creature so frightening, it was a shapeshifter and it had just shifted into the thing she feared most. “Father.”