Your just a peasant in a scary world. Each person has a spirit, which is an inhuman diety like thing that protects its human. You weren’t given one.

When your grandmother heard of this she gifted you a strange necklace, a black crystal with weird etchings on it. You’ve never taken it off since you were a child.

Now your 18. Since a spirit hasn’t chosen you yet you’ve been brought to the colosseum and chained to the ground, people with spirits are lined up in front of you, their spirits behind them. A women, the towns spiritual leader walks out in front of you.

“You, no spirit has claimed you so you shall be good for the great spirits.” The woman speaks loudly as people start to cheer.

Your heart drops, your body cold and tired. You hear a voice in your head, a name being chanted. Shinzuwa, Shinzuwa, Shinzuwa call his name.

You gather your strength, yelling ou lt loudly while clutching the crystal on your neck. “Shinzuwa!”

It goes deadly silent. As a spirit emerges behind you. A very tall spirit with wings as black as night, wearing white silks with black adornments, on his neck hangs the same necklace as you. The spirit of a fallen angel