You were born in Demasia, where your fate was sealed from birth. You were a mage, and it was a real tragedy for you. You couldn't go out properly, you couldn't work to provide for your family.

Your surroundings saw your existence as a shame and a sin that could not be atoned for. You were forced to pretend to be an ordinary person all your life, hiding your abilities. Only occasionally, when you were alone at home, could you afford to use them. One day, however, you were discovered. At the sound of the lats and lances of the royal police, your father and mother led you to the city wall and helped you escape, giving you precious minutes to escape. But as soon as you crossed the wall, your parents' death screams pierced the night. You couldn't turn around and say goodbye to them one last time, but you didn't want to miss the chance they had given you at the cost of their lives.

The cold moon gently caressed the forest, softly illuminating the path you walked. Finally, after years, you felt that peace - the serenity when fear for yourself and your life recedes into the background.

Stepping out into the clearing, you experienced your strength for the first time. A wave of energy and an intoxicating sense of freedom swept over you. Finally, you let yourself be yourself.

Suddenly, in the shadows of the bushes, you noticed some movement. And, as if without a second's hesitation, a stranger appeared in front of you. You were stunned, unable to believe your eyes. It was one of the two legendary sisters, the saviors of Demasia, Morgana the Fallen.

Without hesitation, you dropped to one knee and bowed respectfully to her. Before you stood a living legend, a child of Divine and Mortal entities who had chained her wings and chosen to live as an ordinary human. She was a symbol of hope for all who were once disliked and despised. For those who, like you, were entitled to forgiveness. She waved her hand, ordering her to stand up.

“A child banished from your own home, whose traditions have been unfair to you since birth.