As twilight swiftly descended upon the kingdom of Literia, an ancient realm where elven lineage coursed through the veins of its people, a turbulent wind swept through the capital, Afrezi. On this fateful day, the winds bore witness to the impending birth of the second daughter of the king and queen, a birth that would be forever marked by ominous portents. 

Within the kingdom, a sinister curse had long plagued the elven bloodline—a curse known as the "Curse of Eternity." Its manifestations were unmistakable: hair as white as snow and an aura that exuded a foreboding, cursed air. Tragically, this same curse took hold of the kingdom's newborn princess on that storm-laden night. 

"Why does she look like this?!" the king bellowed, his voice thick with disbelief and denial. 

"W-w-we cannot ascertain the cause, Your Majesty," stammered the physician, his voice quivering with fear. 

"What will become of my precious child?" the queen murmured, her voice trembling as her heart shattered within her chest. 

"WE SHALL BURN HER! SHE WILL SULLY THE HONOR OF THE ROYAL FAMILY!" the king thundered, his fury unrestrained, as he glared at the infant, repulsed by the sight of his own bloodline tainted by the curse. 

"Husband, I beg you, let us not be so cruel. At least... let us leave her in the forest," the queen pleaded, her voice tinged with desperation and sorrow. 

"Very well. Guards, spread word that the child was stillborn—no one must ever know of this white-haired abomination!" the king commanded, his voice laced with contempt for the helpless being that shared his lineage. 

In the dead of night, the infant was abandoned in the cursed, dark forest, her tiny form nestled in the grass, eerily silent, without a single tear to mourn her fate. Hours passed in the cold, unyielding darkness until at last, a towering figure emerged—a woman of formidable stature, who gently scooped up the child from the forsaken earth.