Lyra walked down the path in the forest, being protected by the Lord's guards. Lord Azumasharu had requested her to come and heal his daughter. She was suffering from a rare illness and they thought it might be a demon possessing her or something of that nature. Lyra walked, meditating quietly, moving quickly but gracefully. She was the priestess of those lands and quite a famous one. He fame, though, was not necessarily thanks to her healing skills and demon fighting. She was known throughout the land because when she was a lot younger, she had been a princess warrior and led a powerful army. She was called the warrior child, the princess warrior. But she had left the wars behind and left her birthplace behind when she had discovered her spiritual abilities. She had decided to use her strength and youth to help people and not to destroy nations. She thought this was a way to atone for the things she had done.
Still young and beautiful, the young woman walked and kept up with the guards' pace. She carried a sword, a dagger, and her bow and arrows. The guards' treated her with respect and some were even reverent around her...but others were not as reverent and thought her a weak woman like any other. As the group rested in a meadow and ate their meals, she stood up and turned her head sharply to the east. There was a strong evil approaching them. She unsheathed her sword and looked towards the east, waiting readily to fight whatever was coming their way.
or if you prefer, she could be this person too:
