"Get up! This is nothing compared to what the demons could do to you. Unlike me, they will show you no mercy…"
Those words rang through the mind of Einsof's Chosen One as she sat across the Champion of Mortalia, Countess Gerhardt. She was transported to a scene in her previous life, back when she was still donning the name Mariana Edenites.
The 9-year-old Princess was lying in the middle of a vast training ground while loosely gripping a worn wooden sword. Cuts and bruises were all over her body and her breath was heavy from fatigue.
"What's the matter? Didn't you hear me? I said GET UP!"
Standing firmly in front of the beaten Princess was an old woman. Her slightly wrinkled face and the white streaks in her hair suggested she was somewhere between her late 50s or early 60s. Nevertheless, the numerous scars she had on her face and the rest of herself indicated that she had led a long eventful life.
