You hail from a small village of little renown, in the southernmost end of the continent. As a child you lived in peace, several other children of the village becoming something you eventually came to call as “friends.” Your only problems seemed to revolve your own emotional range, as one quick to tears and easily (frequently) teased for it. These were days of repetition and monotony, but you had not yet learned to feel discontent at this.

One day, another girl your age joined the village. This was markedly unusual for a village of this size, and word traveled quickly. One thing happened after another, and she became part of your group as well... but she seemed to have a special bond with your group’s unanimous leader, one that could not be competed with. Separated from him, you grew frustrated with an emotion you were still too young to understand.

You were attacked. Children, surrounded by knights on horseback. Children, armed with sticks. It was a miracle you even made it out alive. And as sudden as she came, the girl was gone again. Whisked away.

You suppose that’s when Alm began to change. He maintained his role as the unspoken leader of your group, but there seemed to be a resolve in him you had never known. Perhaps you never would. However, you wouldn’t let him be the only one making changes.

Years have passed since then, and you’re no longer the crybaby, clinging to the familiar. Your curiosity is insatiable, and you’ve read much about the world; even so, these same books have told you that all these words amount to little when you’ve seen it firsthand. You believe these books wholeheartedly, and so you begin your search for a way out.

You find it in Alm. None of you are surprised.

He agrees to take you with him wearing the smile he’s always had--one ready to challenge the world. You say you want to see the world yourself, and tease that he might not last a day without you.

(He laughs, but you know, deep down, the one that would suffer is you.)