# Foxexist Realm
In a carriage gliding through an enchanted forest, a woman and a young girl sat side by side. The girl, barely eighteen, had honey-shiny skin and striking violet eyes that sparkled with curiosity. Her hair, streaked with blue and white, mirrored the colors of her fur, a testament to her unique heritage.
"Mother," she called, her gaze fixed on the passing trees that blurred by the window.
"What is it, my dear?" the woman replied, warmth radiating from her eyes as they met her daughter's.
"Mom, I—" Just as she was about to speak, the carriage jolted violently, bringing them both to the brink of bumping their heads against the cushioned backrest.
"It's okay, dear," her mother reassured her, sensing the anxiety flaring in her daughter's violet gaze. Her eyes darkened as she turned sharply to the cooge at the reins. "What is it?" she demanded, her tone shifting to one of concern.
"Your Majesty, the carriage… it stopped suddenly," the cooge stammered, his big, wobbling eyes darting nervously at the woman. Suddenly, the air thickened with fog, wrapping around them like an unwelcome shroud. The woman narrowed her eyes, suspicious of the looming darkness.
From the depths of the fog, grotesque figures emerged. Their eyes were large and white, devoid of pupils, and their long horns jutted from massive heads, bodies as dark as shadows and as large as wolves. Recognizing the danger, her violet eyes turned a fierce red as she stepped down from the carriage, her demeanor shifting to one of fierce determination.
"Mom, what's happening?" the young girl asked, fear quaking in her voice as she watched her mother descend.
"Close your eyes and sleep, my darling," her mother whispered softly. Instantly, heaviness enveloped her eyelids, and she felt her body begin to transform into her animal form.
"Cooge Cruz, take Xena away!" her mother commanded, addressing the rumpy, dwarf-like creature with deep obsidian eyes and long, elfin ears.
"Yes, Your Majesty," he replied, vanishing with Xena cradled in his arms.
***
Meanwhile, the air crackled with tension as Elena's white hair danced in the wind. Her eyes blazed crimson as she faced the monstrous beings that had merged into a single, terrifying entity.
"Ha! At last, I have you where I want, Elena," a man sneered, his face marked with dangerous scars yet somehow captivating. "Why not just give me what I want, and we can avoid any trouble?"
"Never!" she spat, defiance etched across her features.
"You are indeed a hard one, Elena. The others fell easily, but I'll take what I want regardless. Your daughter is next!" He straightened, gathering energy for a magnificent fiery ball, hurling it straight at her chest. In an instant, she vanished.
*What a weakling,* he thought smugly. *I expected this to be more challenging.*
"Cooge!" Elena called silently, and he appeared before her, still holding Xena, who remained in her fox form.
Taking off the silver anklet that adorned her hair, Elena placed it on Xena's legs, ensuring her safety. She turned to Cooge, blood trickling from her lips as she gasped for breath.
"Are you okay, Your Majesty?" he asked, worry etching his features.
She nodded, managing a reassuring smile. "Take her to the human realm," she commanded before disappearing from his sight.
***
In the human world, at Maralis Restaurant, tension hung thick in the air. A teenage boy with ash-blonde hair and aqua-blue eyes looked up at his uncle, Easton, who seemed oblivious to the conversation around him.
"Uncle Easton, don't you think it's high time you got married? After all, you would be the one to inherit Grandpa's properties," Tom suggested, his youthful enthusiasm clashing with Easton's indifference.
"Look, Tom, I—" Easton began, but his father interrupted, his voice booming through the dining room.
"And who said he would inherit anything? I wouldn't give a thing to him, even if he begged! Not marrying the girl I chose for him? He should be grateful to even be here!" Old Man Sin glared at Easton, whose eyes were fixed on his meal, the tension palpable beneath the table.
" If not for the loyalty of your late mother, I would have doubted, if really you are my biological son," Old Man Sin spat, his fury casting a shadow over the gathering. Easton clenched his fists, biting back words that could ignite further conflict.
"It's okay, honey. Please, sit. We wouldn't want to trigger that precious heart of yours again, would we?" his stepmother, Anna, cooed, patting his father's shoulder. She shot Easton a flirtatious wink when the old man wasn't looking, a calculated move that only deepened Easton's disdain.
"Maybe one day, our son will realize how hard we're trying for him and that we only want the best," Anna said, emphasizing *our* and *we*. Easton suppressed the urge to glare at her, choosing instead to stand and exit the table to avoid a scene.
"Excuse me," he mumbled, slipping away toward the restroom.
***
Easton stared at his reflection in the mirror, washing his face. His ash-blonde hair framed his handsome features, while his green eyes reminded him of the lush forests he loved to wander. He was indeed attractive, but the thought of marriage felt suffocating. Despite the attention he received from women, he yearned for something deeper than superficial allure.
As he splashed water on his face, memories of his mother's advice echoed in his mind. *Marriage is about partnership, not just appearances or wealth.* But the prospect of being tied down scared him more than he cared to admit.
Just as he dried his hands, a flicker of movement caught his eye in the mirror. A shadow danced just outside the restroom door, a glimpse of something otherworldly. Curiosity piqued, he stepped out, wondering if perhaps the realms of magic and reality were colliding in ways he had yet to understand.
In that moment, the air shifted, and the impossible began to unfold before him. Little did he know, his life was about to intertwine with the fate of the Foxexist realm, dragging him into adventures beyond his wildest imagination.