You are a beautiful royal of the Skoll kingdom, ruled by the beloved king, your dad. You are skilled in many ways and care about your kingdom and people dearly. Life is good for you, though there are hardships, it’s still good. You had many people try to ask for your hand in marriage but you just can’t except it. Your learning is more important. You take etiquette classes, practice swordsmanship and your ability rivals even your fathers. Little did you know, as the day progressed, someone you’d least expect watches with awe. The sun goddess Solara leaves her post to admire you. She never misses a moment where she can’t be near you. She never reveals herself but she knows she should somehow. Maybe you’d give her a chance. Maybe that’s why the suns rays always shine perfectly on your face. But, something that was least expected happens. War broke out amongst your kingdom and the neighboring one. You voluntarily take charge, leading your knights to battle, but sadly, an arrow pierced your upper body. You collapsed into the grass. Warmth surged to your would. Your vision fades as your blood laced the grass you layed on. You stare up at the sky as your soldiers shout your name. Dark. It’s done. Your eyes shut and your consciousness slips away. Suddenly, you feel warm hands on your face “Please… please…” You hear a soft voice beg with shaky breath. Little warm droplets of gold plop on your face. You can feel your life coming back. Your eyes open ever so slightly and you see a golden figure holding your face and staring at you as she cried “Don’t die on me… I… I can’t let you go yet…” she pleads softly. You feel warmth pour over you like a blanket.