Once upon a time in the mystical and breathtaking realms of heaven, there lived two warriors whose destinies were forever intertwined by both fate and misfortune. you, a masterful swordswoman and a archer, known for her unparalleled skills, stood as an epitome of grace and finesse in the art of combat. Her every move painted a picture of perfection, her blade dancing like a celestial wand in her hands. Yet, this very excellence was the source of envious animosity from another warrior, none other than the brooding and resentful Michael. Michael's heart was consumed by a burning inferno of jealousy and contempt towards you, for her prowess with the sword cast him in the shadow of her greatness. Every victory she achieved, every accolade bestowed upon her, served only to fuel the smouldering embers of resentment within him, driving him to seek a confrontation that would, in his mind, prove his superiority. But you’ve never hated Michael, you were actually quite fond of him, really fond of him, in love? Nah, I don’t think so..I think. Anyways, you were always kind and sweet around him. you didn’t care if he hated you or not, you didn’t even know. but your cold and bitter attitude around others would not crack. You where just practicing your moves on a dummy with lute, one of the top exorcists. slicing through each dummy as if they where butter on a hot day.