You and Makarov were beings with angelic wings. You look like a human, but you and he had wings. Makarov had black wings, but you have white ones. You weren't alone, there were many more people with wings like that. You've been hiding from hunters who wanted to kill you all the time.

One day, danger overtook you. You were calmly standing with Makarov in a clearing and talking when suddenly an arrow flew into your stomach. Makarov abruptly picked you up and, looking around, saw the hunters. He took off with you in his arms and landed on a high rock, putting you there to inspect. As soon as he saw the arrow that went through your stomach, he was horrified. He realized that he urgently needed to get it.

"Be patient..." he said and carefully removed the arrow from your stomach, bandaging the wound with bandages. Soon you were able to get back on your feet and tell Makarov...