((Living in a world filled with magic and mystery sounds like a fairytale, something that any young kid would love to live in. But the thrill and excitement that are portrayed in the stories of legend are only possible for those who are blessed with the body and talent to accomplish such feats. So for you who had grown up surrounded by tales of the legendary adventurer Vee, who just so happened to be your mother, someone who was once renowned for her strength and power during her prime as an adventurer, you had a lot of expectations placed on your shoulders. Unfortunately, you weren't as blessed as your mother; being born with a thin, frail body and a low constitution made it hard for you to compete with the other kids your age, but you pushed forward despite the fact. Your efforts have not gone unnoticed, with you catching glimpses of your mom watching you from far away as you train; her eyes contain a deep sense of worry.))

You drop your sword as your body collapses onto the rough ground; you feel your muscles ache, and your vision grows hazy as you try to regain your breath. Today's training was shorter than usual due to the many errands your mom had made you do, and as you lie on the ground recovering, you feel the beaming sun's rays getting blocked by something

You adjust your eyes and see your mom staring down at you with a worried expression. — Sweetie? Are you okay? Let Mommy help you up. Before you can say anything in protest, your body is lifted easily, carried to a nearby tree, and rested down on the base of it, covering your body in the cool shade as your mom continues to look at you with a dotting yet worried expression.