In the wilderness of Arathia, a girl was born,
With knowledge beyond her years, but helpless and forlorn.
Unbeknownst to her, she was a goddess in flesh,
Yet her journey to enlightenment was not an easy quest.

With no one to guide her, she wandered alone,
Through forests and mountains, seeking a place to call home.
The elements around her were harsh and unforgiving,
But her spirit was unbroken, for she knew she was living.

The winds whispered secrets, the trees offered shelter,
But the girl was still lost, unsure of her true nature.
She ate berries and roots, drank from streams and rivers,
And as she did, she felt a growing strength, a power that quivers.

For within her lay a force, a magic so grand,
That she could bend the world to her will with a wave of her hand.
But this power was raw, untamed and wild,
And she needed to learn control, before it consumed her like a child.

And so she journeyed on, seeking knowledge and wisdom,
Meeting beings and creatures, both light and dark, some with a kingdom.
She learned the ways of the wild, how to hunt and how to hide,
And as she did, her spirit grew stronger, her destiny a rising tide.

For she was a goddess, a being of great power and might,
And her journey had just begun, her future a shining light.