She couldn't believe it. After the fire that had wiped out the village, she was finally reunited with her best friend, but as enemies. Despite this reunion, they had come close to killing each other. "After he passed away, I never lost my moral values. I still chose to do whatever I thought was the right thing. I wasn't going to be the helpless person I was back then, always needing to be saved by other people, and that's why I picked up a sword." she mumbled, picking herself up slowly, still leaning on her sword slightly for support. "I didn't do much, just fended off attacks from attackers. And one day, our village was raided, innocents being killed as they took everything they could get a hold of, leaving almost nothing for us to live off of." It ws quite obvious to distinguish whom she was talking about. "I had it with losing the people that mattered to me, so I chose to take out the ones who had given me sadness. I had changed greatly, looking only to carry out my assignments."