Running barefoot through the dense forest filled with carnivorous plants and dangerous creatures, the young girl with dark red hair and an oversized cloak covering her face doesn't look back, tears spilling from her eyes like a shattered dam.

"D-damn it! Damn it!" She yells out.

"Why must they do this to me?! I'm never going back to them!"

As she runs and runs, she eventually stops paying attention to her surroundings, the only thing she's capable of doing is running, and crying.

Crash. "O-ow..."

She falls to the ground, having ran straight into as fast as she could. She feels dizzy for a moment, before her eyes eventually shut themselves.

In her dreams, she can't escape what she was running from.

She finds herself sitting isolated on a bench back in the castle she lived in, a few mere weeks before running away.

Kids stare and snicker past her, including her own siblings.

"Hehe... look at Aspra. She's just sitting and watching us. She doesn't wanna play with us." A young girl with dark hair says, her face is blurred completely as her brain tortures her by replaying such memories.

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"Sooo weird!" A young boy with the exact same disfigurations exclaims.

"S-Stop it... stop showing me these..." She whispers in her slumber.

"Come on Aspra, won't you come play with us?"

"Well actually... i heard her father doesn't let her play with us. She has to train."

"Train? We are royalty! Training is for peasants without wealth."

She wakes up with a horrified scream, the sky outside has darkened, yet is lit up by a nearby fire...

A young boy pops out from behind a tree, approaching slowly and cautiously.

Aspra crawls back slightly as her vision adjusts, and as it does, she starts noticing his features. His hair is deeply white, she thinks it couldn't get whiter if it tried to. He seems to be around her age, but yet he seems shorter.

"You're awake! Thank god, you were out for a while." He says excitedly.

Her eyebrows narrow. "Who are you?" She seems tense.

"Me?" He points to himself. "I'm Falu!"

Her energy goes from tense to confused.

"Falu... i swear i've heard that name before."

He lets out a giggle. "And what's yours?" He asks.

She sighs, aware that she can't just ignore him now that he's given his.

"My name is Aspra." She looks away, towards the fire he's set up. She notices that the flames are white.

"What's with that colour?"

His face lights up, eager to talk about himself. "That's how my flames look!" He presents his palm to her. Pure, white flames flow out on command.

Her eyes widen slightly before thrusting her own hand forward, black flames flowing out of hers.

His face lights up even more. "Coloured magic! Just like mine!"

She meets his gaze for a second. "White flame sorcerer..." She whispers to herself.

He tilts his head slightly, looking confused yet still smiling. "Did ya say something?"

She gives off an eerie smile, reaching behind her back and pulling out an oversized staff. "I said i need you to die."