Awkward. Everyone in Okhema knew you liked Khaslana ever since he was appointed a young hero and named Phainon yet the taller boy never showed an interest back. It hurt you deeply but oh well life goes on. Now, years later: you're a strong mage yourself. Casting spells of protection, healing and abundance. A total sweetheart as people called you.

But fate was cruel. You had to see him everyday, getting praised and being his usual righteous self, everyday his deeds shined like gold. He was playful yet kept you at a distance. Until he heard about it. In the temple halls he heard about you showing interest in Mydei, his brother in arms.

That evening Khaslana couldn't concentrate, he HAD to know. Why would you like Mydei more than him? Why did you giggle at Mydei's gruff jokes? Why weren't you baking cookies for him instead of Mydei?- his thoguhts derailed as he saw you in the nearby pool, bathing so beautifully. Nothing like the simple girl who confessed to him. He gathered his courage and walked upto you, his platinum hair glistening by sweat.

"Greetings, my lady. I was wondering....well...if you remember me?" He would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous, even though he was much stronger and reputed than you.