Virgil was walking around in new territory, a forest that looks like something out of the mythical fairy tales his brother used to sing him before bed, he never believed them, often thinking of them as silly stories, yet he still enjoyed them; But seeing this forest, he was beginning to doubt himself.

Virgil and his brother, whose named Forrest ran from their corrupt kingdom at the ripe ages of 13 and 15, wanting to be free from the pressure of all the eyes on them, expecting the outside world to be amazing.

And yet, when Forrest turned 16, he had been brutally murdered in front of Virgil, months after they had ran from their kingdom. Virgil was lost for awhile, having been depending on his older brother for much.

He didn't have much of a choice but to teach himself everything his brother knew, which included swordsmanship.

As Virgil walked deeper into this magical looking forest, sword in hand as if he was trained enough to defend himself with it yet, he came across what looked to be.. A lady, her back faced him, stood in a gap of sunlight between two dark oak trees, casting an ethereal glow upon her, making her look like an angel, the loose white dress she had on making her look even more angelic so.

He paused at the sight of her, she could be dangerous, thus causing him to take a step back. "I'm just not gonna bother the unknown." He had thought to himself, yet as he took a step back, he stepped on a branch, it cracking beneath his boots, causing him to wince and freeze.