The Age that Rosyn comes from has long past. Years in the Fae are much longer at times, although she had heard that for some it was different. It often troubles her to think how long she must have spent in Arcadia with the ever watchful eyes trained upon her. She remembered things about her past and as long years flowed by her in the Fae those vague memories haunted her every moment. The visage of a powerful woman on horseback, sword high gleaming in the fires of war, leading troops into battle. It troubles her more when she wonders why they marched. She heard the screams over and over. They were innocent and she was being punished in the Fae. Punished by the Tiger Lord and his cruel sense of humor and duty.

First she served in his wars, thousands of years of battle in the Fae started to change her. The battle made her skin thick like bark. The characteristic stuck with her so long that eventually she rooted down right into the battlefield. Her leaves had never felt the touch of autumn upon them before he came to her.The fear of those horrific green eyes chilled her bark and her leaves turned orange and fell from a few branches. The beast's eyes stared at her, burning into her trunk and started the fire that burns within her for eternity.

She remembered it was a peasant town they marched on but she never remembered for what reason they marched. An image of fear she rode on the town. The sight of her fire colored hair on the horizon alerted the villagers below. They ran but it was no use. Her horse was baring down on them and in an instant they were slain covering her silvery armor in red. She chased the survivors into the woods and ordered her men to set the forest on fire. The warrior woman entered the woods after the flames had burned down to embers and the trees were blackened. In the smoke of the burning wood she met the green eyed beast. He lead her through the Hedge. She never returned to her men, they ever since told stories about a spirit named Autumnfire that haunted the forest when the leaves turned the color of fire.

It was the flames that tortured her that slowly freed her from her roots. They burned ever steadily until she heard the roots give way, as she ran she could feel that others were escaping the Tiger Lords grasp, battling their way out of his control at the very same moment.