She was sitting upon a hill in the northern areas of Ionia. Her eyes were glued to the horizon, overlooking the land bustling with magic and a hope. A hope that weighed heavily on her shoulders. She took a deep sigh, feelings of helplessness swirling through her chest. Just before she could think, she heard the crunch of a cherry blossom behind her.

“Huh?”

She gasped before turning, blades dancing around her as she was prepared for a sudden attack. She was always like this, on edge and living in fear of something or someone seeing her weak.