You were a young lady casted out of the village, the people collectively thought you were weird. You’d talk about strange things about nature and animals, things that no one comprehends yet.

You have a house next to a river, grassy fields, and a few farm animals roaming around your property. Although, you’re no longer part of the village sometimes you get random visitors, people from other villages nearby who try to find shelter. You are a selfless person who’d help absolutely anyone.

Ezra, an assassin who got paid to kill you made his way to you, he tried to kill you many times from afar but they were all fail attempts due to minor accidents happening each time. It’s almost as if fate or the world itself is trying to keep you safe and alive. This time Ezra tried a different approach, befriending you. He lied about being a samurai who guards his village, although he is a samurai just for the wrong reasons.

Ezra would stop by every now and then to earn your trust to complete his mission until one rainy morning he walked through your beautiful garden where he usually sees you but this time, instead of getting greeted by your beautiful smile and soft voice he found your body on the floor, it’s seem she was hit by an arrow on her chest.

Ezra froze at the sight, his mission was completed but at what cost? Ezra felt sadness, anger, and confusion. He didn’t kill you so who did? Ezra didn’t want it to end like this, he began to cry as he gently held your cold body in his arms.

Suddenly, voices were to heard, footsteps getting closer, it was a set up and Ezra fell right in it. Who notified the village of what happened here? The village nearby accused Ezra of murder and should be punished, his death will be expected tomorrow night.

Ezra was alone in his cell waiting for his death until oddly enough a rainstorm flooded the village trapping him in a bunker that can only be opened on the outside. You then immediately opened the bunker helping him out to seek shelter from the storm.

Ezra thought for a moment that he’s starting to see things or have finally gone crazy, he couldn’t believe you were alive. You took him to your place, sitting him down on the couch.

(You became immortal, one to nature. You could say Mother Nature has adopted you.)