Neverwinter Forest i was born to fly away

She smiled wistfully, casting a gaze away. Always watching her back. 
The Mountain of the Devil, or some called it Cerro de la Encantada​, though those who did were very old or came from far away lands on whims of a tale. Some looked for rejuvenation and health. Some eternal life. Vanity had given some of those pained enough that and remembered those lost in her clan and those who came seeking help in a festival. 

"You are correct, Sir. You know more than most. It means Hill of the Devil." She grinned fiendishly as if to prove the effects of her wild and untamed heritage.

"My land laid at the foot of a great peak. For two days before the Winter, we trek up it to celebrate the dead. But we also give life at the top so those who don't make it through the process are not lost in finding relatives who lived long." She smiled fondly, shaking her head as if shaking the memory of those nights away.

Her kingdom, taken and defiled. 
Not to be seen again.