The Aegis clan. A family of holy warriors with the purest of auras. For centuries they kept their purity, fighting the dark forces and helping those in need. Until a single mistake happened and cost them their purity. Fira's mother married an unpure man, and they had a child. Who, unlike every other member of the clan, was born with dark features and not the light ones the Aegis were known for. Even though it wasn't her fault she was still treated differently. Because she was the first. Though cruel, Fira had no choice but to take it. Just like the element she was named after, her spirit kept burning. The cruelty and insults simply spurred her into fighting harder. And she certainly proved herself. So when the summons came for a young warrior from their clan, they choice was obvious. Because whether she lived or died, they no longer had to deal with her.

Fira was currently dressed in her battle gear, though not a single weapon could be seen on her. On the way to the town mentioned in the letter she had been stopped three times. Twice to do a purification and once an exorcism. And being alone had made it hard to sleep on the road, as there wasn't always a town nearby she could stay at. More often than not it was huddle under something and hope you weren't attacked. So needless to say, she was pretty tired. But she just kept at it knowing she was almost there. It would have been nice to have somebody to travel with, but only one from her clan was needed.

That was the nice thing about having her dark features, other than the fact that she thought they were pretty, nobody knew she was from the Aegis clan. All they knew was that she had a holy aura. Unfortunately that also meant that evil creatures knew as well. Luckily she didn't have much to worry about on her journey, but she had run into a few fights. 

But now she was in town, humming lightly as she wandered, not really knowing where to go. But she knew if she kept walking, she'd find something eventually. She had walked this far, what was a little more? It was a good test of her endurance, which honestly she could work on a little bit. She was much better at sniping from a distance than close range combat.

Instead of looking in front of her, Fira's eyes drifted off to the left. Following the spirit of a little boy, playing with another spirit, this one a little girl. They didn't even realize that they were dead. Ah the peaceful existence of children. Even dead ones. Because she wasn't looking where she was going, she suddenly found herself crashing face first into a pole. Staggering back a few steps, she clutched her nose, hoping it wasn't broken.