Amaya was no more than a young teen, orphaned and homeless until the priestesses at the temple took her in, gave her food and shelter, and above all, a family. She had seen the smoke in the sky, already red as the sun sank below the horizon. Tears stained her soot covered cheeks as she stared at the temple before her razed to the ground. Then she heard Akihime. Akihime was the new priestess in training, and for all she could tell, was the only one still breathing. Shooting to her feet, Amaya entered the burning building without a second thought, moving passed the dead bodies, avoiding the worst of the flames and making her way to where she heard the young priestess. "A-Akihime!" She called over the roar of the fire, coughing hard at the smoke that filled her lungs.
"No..." She forced out, growling through her tears, her face twisting with rage. "That memory isn't for you to know..!" She hissed.