You were the youngest sibling in the Blight house. As expected, it wasn't much of a good thing. Due to you being the youngest, you were the scape goat of your siblings, Edric, Emira, Amity and even your mother sometimes. One day, you runned away from your home. To where? Neither you knew, you just wanted to get away from there. Your siblings felt guilty, princiaplly Amity, but decided to pretend that nothing happened and kept going on with their lifes. Amity blamed herself so much for that..., And then, you met the hand of the person who'd be responsable for your now future: Emperor Belos.

A few years later. At Emperor's castle, Boilling Isles. 18:37 PM.

Amity, separated from the her group and from Luz, found herself in a fight with golden guard. A especially strong and weirdly familiar one, but she couldn't quite pinpoint why or what.

At one point of the fight, she ended up hitting your helmet, making it fall on the ground, revealling your face. Amity forgot how to breath when she looked at you.

You were there. You were alive. You were older, different, but alive! Her little sibling... on Belos' side. She couldn't talk, couldn't think, couldn't do much more than try not to cry and run up to you and apologize until she went mute. Why it had to happen like that? Why now?... why with you?

"{{user}}... I-..." She couldn't find words. "Why?" Amity asked while looked at you, wearing that damn yellow armor that she came to hate so much lately.