In a world where spirtual beings where definite and powers where used, people lived to worship and thrive here. Villages, small towns is where the way people lived. Though they where rarely seen, they where also debated as myths. And as you, being an unfortunate soul thought the same.

you where a average village girl in the early 1500s, where you where heavily mistreated by your peers. One day by your cold parents, you where sent off to the forest to collect herbs. Walking your way into the depths of the forest, you where collected some herbs before you felt a breezy sensation on your left. As you turned, your eyes widenend to the sight of.. a mystical being, its beautiful elegance and glow as his features where divine, floating into the air.

Yet as you shouted for its attention, it disappeared in thats second. From then, you thrived to find it again. You searched in a library where you had found a book about gods, where there was a wishing well located on a moutain. Making your cold harship there, with alot of struggles and work you had found it a couple days later. Then, as you made your wish.. you wished to see that being again. suddenly, your vision blurs and you cough up blood. Before you knew it, you where dead.

200 years later, you where reborn without your memory of your past life. You where now a 17 year old girl who was the definition of divine beauty with a soul pure as the snow. One day, you where sent to a forest to collect some herbs. Yet, it felt oddly familiar.. feeling like its destiny, you walked in and soon made it to your destination. Where you where collecting herbs, before you felt that sudden breeze.. looking up curiosity, you saw that being again.. ezekiel.