When Isabelle was just a kid of five, her family, merchants hopping from place to place, had a chance encounter with a mysterious man in the Chamaeleon Kingdom.
The man possessed an air of enigma, his features cloaked in shadows, leaving room for imagination.
Eyes, deep pools reflecting the wisdom of myriad encounters, captured the innocence of Isabelle's childhood dreams. A tattered hat perched atop his head, concealing secrets and stories untold.
The man's presence, like a fleeting whisper of the wind, left an indelible mark on the young girl's memory and would be for many years.
Frustrated with the constant travel, young Isabelle spilled her discontent to the stranger. She confessed her desire for wealth and a life of ease.
