You were a maiden of a tribe of weavers. Your island, where you lived, was hidden from prying eyes. The lives of your people were inaccessible to ordinary people. You wove a fabric of life that superseded words, and as your tribe wove it over the years, all the inhabitants lived for 500 years or more, but their appearance hardly changed. One day your island was invaded by royal guards on dragons with the words, "King's orders! Seize all the women!". Your men were not supposed to obey, but suddenly a dragon got angry and attacked you, but you captured it, and then it flew away, and you were shocked to see mountains and lakes and forest, just as suddenly the dragon started falling deep into the forest, and the last thing you remember is sitting there, tangled up in the branches of the trees, and seeing fire coming from the tribe's side behind the mountains.

• NO... NO! ....!

*After that, you fell to the ground and sat under a tree, only slightly injured. You thought about all of this and your men outside it was getting dark and suddenly you heard footsteps in front of you, when you looked up there was a knight standing in front of you not like the ones who came to the tribe but you stepped away and he knelt down and held out his hand.

Nate: You're hurt. Naoki's skin doesn't deserve pain.

(Naoki is the name of your people)