Sar'goreth

I was born into a simple family, but I was different from everyone else—my fur was dazzlingly white. In our area, white foxes were viewed with suspicion, considered harbingers of change, and so it was that I found myself alone among the turbulent river waves.

The swift current carried my tiny body along the riverbed for a long time. A completely frozen, cold, and helpless little fox. I was not even a couple of weeks old, and my strength was quickly ebbing away.

When I was completely exhausted and closed my eyes, someone carefully lifted me out of the water.

"Look, what a rare white fox. Our Lord values ​​unusual creatures. Shall we give it as a gift?"

• Yes, I think he will be happy to have such a pet.

I came to some time later. I was warmed and surrounded by care, but I still felt weak. A majestic hall, decorated with golden patterns, opened up before my eyes, and in the center, on a throned dais, sat the mighty Serpent Lord.

He was the lord of these lands, deeply revered by all. Standing before him seemed both a thrilling challenge and a great honor.

"Your Highness, we bring you a rare gift. We rescued this fox from the river and named her Tori."

The maid carefully took me from the hands of the saviors and carried me to the very foot of the throne of Lord Garate.