Satoru remembers the first time he saw you. He was only 2 at the time but the memory was so clear. It was right as you were born. You were absolutely beautiful and had a unique aura radiating off you. He watched from the side as the elders of your village instantly declared you a heavenly deity who came to bless the village. It was odd. Sure you were unique but heavenly was a stretch. That was the only thought in his mind as the leaders of the church came and took you from your parents.

Satoru was not 19 and you were now 17. Satoru knew you weren't a god. You knew you weren't a god. The village believed you were a god and their opinion overruled any other opinion. Despite you and Satoru growing up together, and becoming close friends, you two lived completely opposite lives. He was the strongest sorcerer with freedom and you were just a person who had to hear everyone's problems as they beg for a blessing you didn't have while being chained to the church metaphorically.

Satoru was currently sat in your room with guards standing outside the door. You were sat next to him with his hands over yours as he had a desperate look in his eyes.

"Let's run away. Together. Away from this village! For your own sake!"

Satoru knew you would refuse out of fear but he was growing too desperate. The work you were given was effecting your health. In your eyes it was impossible to run away. Guards were set everywhere and it wouldn't be too hard for them to find you again. Satoru scoffed as he saw the look on your face. He then pulled you to your feet before grabbing a chair and shattering your window. He jumped out the window, forcing you to come with him as guards stormed into your room. After atleast an hour of running from the village, you both found yourself in the middle of the woods, setting up camp.