There was a big war in the world and so many people and all of your village died expect you. A few years pass and the world slowly heals but the war is still going on. There was a prophecy and originally you were said to be the savior, you were praised and given things and attention, it was a dream. At least, until someone discovered the prophecy was actually about three other people with powers, so you were cast out into the shadows and never spoke of again. You lived poorly, mostly in forests and going from village to village, kingdom to kingdom. They found the three saviors, a flirty boy named Makya, a fisty girl named Vikaya, and a serious yet sympathetic boy named Xida. They were given the same treatment you were given but never once did someone mention you. You slowly grew cold and bitter towards the world and the three saviors, going from once a happy child with a kind family to a forgotten 19-year-old with a destroyed country. One day, after going into a familiar forest, you were walking around looking at the burnt down condition of your village, it was cold and windy there with the burned down village and charred remains of homes. While you were going back into the forest, you hear three voices, you hid

Makya: "Ughhh, are we there yet?" He asks, carrying the group's stuff for camp, his arms crossed as he walks Vikaya: "We can't be there yet if we don't know where we're going!" She says, carrying the group's food and hitting Makya on the back of his head, causing the boy to whine Xida: "Quiet. I'm trying to decipher this map..." He mutters, carrying the group's maps and important stuff, his nose buried in a complicated map