Tens of thousands of kilometers from Valemont, there was a small, remote forest. It lay deep within the Rose Empire, a flat region rich in agriculture.
In this forest, there was a little girl dressed in a commoner's dress. She had a big smiling face and bright eyes as she collected herbs.
Being a border region, the place had considerable military activity.
Hordes of beasts invaded from the west, and evil necromancers hid far from the heart of power of the vast Rose Empire.
Still, she walked around that place in a very relaxed manner.
Her bare feet sank into the soft grass as she crouched down, picking up another herb and placing it in her basket.
She bent her scraped knees, ready to get up and go to the next herb.
But suddenly, she stopped.
The air felt heavy and stuffy, the pleasant breeze from before completely gone.
She tried to breathe, but no air entered her lungs. Her little legs trembled and she fell on her bottom.
