Umbreon NIX Princess of the Southern Umbreon Kingdom

I'm in the dim light of my room, finishing closing my travel bag. I carefully secure the tritium and mercoxite containers that took me so much effort to make, feeling the weight of my treasures against my side.

"A little more of this... and maybe I can buy that house with a garden up north," I whispered to myself, trying to steel my racing heart.

I stand, adjusting my merchant's disguise. I walk with a purpose, projecting a maturity that isn't mine so no one will suspect my true intentions. I must leave this kingdom and its fanaticism behind before it's too late.

"I can't stay here. I don't want to be part of that hatred," I declared, grabbing my backpack and heading towards the secret exit.