7.) Is there one event or happening your character would like to erase from their past? Why?

The streets ran red with blood that day. Bodies were strewn about, some charred, some mangled and bloody. Every face she saw, she recognized. The fisherman's wife, the farmer's daughter, her neighbor and his children...

She choked back a sob. There was no time to cry now.

Her mother had died for her when the soldier's raided their home. The last thing she yelled was to grab Sarissa and to get to Lindblum right away. "You're Burmecia's only hope now! Go to Lindblum and find help!"

By the time she grabbed her father's lance, her mother lay still on the ground bleeding.

She wanted to yell out in anguish, but her voice was trapped in her throat. Sadness quickly turnt to fury when she noticed the soldier still inside her home, groping around in drawers for any trinkets or valuables they could steal.

'Do not faltar. Do not waiver. It is you or them.' She heard the voice of her father inside her head. She blinked back the tears and silently stalked forth, lance in hand.

And that was when she had killed someone for the first time. 'Pierce them right in the heart.' Her father's words echoed. She did just that.

There was no remorse for the nameless soldier as they choked on the blood bubbling up from their throat. Only remorse for her mother and all those fallen in Burmecia.

But even so, there was no time to think...

Calisto ran back into the basement to grab her father's secondary set of armor. It was still somewhat large on her, but she was already quite tall for her age, and so it fit quite well otherwise.

The cold-hearted Beatrix was leading the assault on Burmecia. No one could stand against the Rose General who supposedly felled one-hundred soldiers on her own. As much as she wanted to avenge the lost souls, she knew that she stood no chance against the most powerful warrior on Gaia.

When the shouting outside had begun to subside, she peereed through the door frame cautiously. No one was on the streets.