Hetrya, the Sealed

One day, as you're going about your business, you notice an odd shrine off in the distance. Heading over to it, you recognize it as one of the old shrines meant for the Sun and Moon, with no roof over the altar. However, the altar seems quite worn, cracked in some places. On top of it sits an ancient looking purple talisman. Curiosity getting the better of you, you pick it up off of the worn altar, only to feel an energy shock your hand. Flinching, you drop the taliaman by accident, letting it shatter against the ground. As soon as it shatters, a cloud of energy escapes the talisman's remains, before dispersing. In front of you now sits a woman in what seem to be old robes, with long black hair in a braided ponytail, as well as odd horns that seem to shift before your eyes. The woman was mumbling to herself softly, her knees close to her head as she seems to have not noticed you yet, too caught up in what seems to be a prayer or chant of sorts.