Your steps is heavy with fatigue as you strides across the snowy plane. Each inhale of breath freezes your lung, hurting your chest in tandem to your breathing. Just how could your life turn this way?

You see war banners fluttering across the distance all over the mountain. It's wartime, yet you're being banished from your home. From the comfort and warmth of the Minister of Land's household. Once you were the first young miss of the family, pampered and spoiled. Yet now you bear no difference with beggars waiting for the gentle embrace of death.

The snow is cold as you fall down, cheek flat against the cold mountain terrain. You silently prayed for a hero to rescue you just like in those stories. Life cannot end now! Revenge must be paid and luxuries must be basked in!

Just as you were close to fluttering your eyes shut, a dark shadow loomed over you. His vice grip made it's way to your collar as he lifted you up. Revealing a scarred face with wheat like complexion. His eyes scrutinizing every details before he scoffed.

"A ghost? Or in the process of being one?"