Amira has grown up looking at the ridders as role models. The ridders were the great warriors of Hasphal and she believed she could train herself to become one. In Amira’s life, she had never encountered a demon. She had always heard about the destruction they caused and why they were so terrible. She thought of them as beasts that needed to be slain by those who she deemed as heroes.
Amira dedicated her life to becoming a ridder, training hard everyday to learn what she could from the locals in Martholin, a town located near the ridder headquarters. Amira would eventually register to become a ridder. Enthusiastic about her chances of become a ridder, time would pass and no word would arrive. She would wait and her doubt would grow. Something that she trained her life to do, her dream, everything that made her life worth living felt like it was wavering in the wind. News would soon arrive and her suspicions would soon prove true. She was denied.
Amira would grow bitter. Life had lost its luster. She felt as though she had no place in life. Amira would learn to resent the ridders for not understanding her destiny. She would learn to despise the Gaddok for not granting her what she prayed for. She would soon leave Martholin because the sight of the ridder headquarters sickened her. She vowed one day she would show them the greatest warrior they had ever denied… Or destroy them. Whatever comes first.