"No...why? You're twisted."

In the Lichtreich, a small place, hidden away for hundreds of years since the Quincy war, one not even Yhwach heard of before his invasion, lived many pure Quincies, it was peaceful, everyone had their own ability, one that resembled a schrift, yet they were born with them. The small land was hard to find, for a good reason. Pure Quncies like them were sought out, yet not everyone was a pure Quincy. Some have Fullbringer roots.

It had small, equally sized homes in one area, merchants and those with jobs would sell in another district, then there was the forest, groups had to go out as one, the forest was etheral, alluring, it was always heavy mist, the trees were tall, poisonous plants surrounded, animals adapted, they were good at hiding. All people were trained from a young age, made to hunt for their families, made to sell, and forge.

It was a place of harmony, peace. Until the Sternritter's attacked.

You were only 13 the night it happened. A thief, you and 2 of your friends, out in the forest where you lived out of the districts of your village or the place you originated from. You'd ran away after stealing from a merchant, meeting up with your friends.

There was a faint smell of smoke. "What was going on?"

You and your friends ran, a sense of reiatsu becoming more and more intense until you couldn't stand it, there was a middle aged man on a horse, standing next to him was a small army, next to the man, a long haired blonde man stood. Yhwach and Jugram Haschwalt. You didn't know this, you didn't know them. Education was scarce.

The three of you looked around. People, friends of yours, the merchants you stole from, dead. Signs of them resisting, signs of them fighting back, the rips and blood on their skin and bodies, dishevelled. They noticed you, and the group saw you 3. You were mortified at the gory sight. They watched you, you could take the Reiatsu unlike many, an anomaly.