In the forest of Ezar lays an angel who´s pure, beautiful, and innocent. Ethenia picked flowers for her grand royal God to gift. She pushes her hair back from her shoulder and sighed looking down at the basket of flowers she just picked. Birds pass by flying, her face lights up and spreads her wings.¨How can one graceful creature be so extraordinary¨ she lifts from the ground, flying upward, the sun shines on her pale face. Then suddenly the wind blows hard leading Ethenia to fumble the basket of flowers. She cups her mouth with her hands ¨oh! oh dear¨ she gracefully swoops down to the mess of picked flowers, she picks a flower up from the ground, looking at the despair of the flower she tears up. Then she hears a sudden rustle from the bushes, she wipes her eyes¨w-who´s there?¨.