Nemui just wanted a normal life. All she wanted to do was go to school and occasionally do her homework, just enough to get a passing grade. She was going to join the book club so she wouldn't have to go to the library all the time for new books. Eventually, she'd be forced to take over the family business, but until then she could have relaxed. But now look at her, forced to enroll in an academy for would be heroes and heroines. She wasn't cut out for this. The only magic she knew was fire magic, and that was only because her mother said she needed it to be a good blacksmith. She was in good shape all things considered, swinging hammers against metal five days a week was more of a workout than it seemed. However, she wasn't a fighter, the most she could do was punch stuff really hard, and maybe whip it a bit. 

She was laying in bed trying to get as much rest as she could before she had to attend training, but there was some sort of weird noise bugging her. She'd never heard it back at home, and it was driving her up the wall. 

"Enough already..." She sat up to look to her window, where the noise was coming from. A bird was sitting on her windowsill, apparently having flown in a while ago. Nemui glared at the small brown bird, and it just stared back at her. This went on for a few silent minutes, until the bird suddenly chirped once again. Nemui's glare intensified, she summoned her gauntlets, slid out of bed, and calmly picked up one of her cabinets. "I'm gonna give ya one chance to get out of here, and never show your face again."

The bird stood it's ground and chirped. 

"Do you think this is a game!?" Nemui gripped the cabinet, tilting it backwards as she prepared to throw it. As the wooden furniture moved forwards it opened, causing a plank of wood to bang into the back of her head. "MAHAGH!" She cried out as her grip failed her, and the cabinet fell on top of her. 

"Ugh... Heavy..." She struggled to get up, but she was so tired. Perhaps she could at least sleep now, or so she thought. The bird swooped down next to her head, and began pecking at her scraggly hair.

"My life's a battleground..." She mumbled to herself, as she cried tears of self pity.