Amiat awoke in the body of a human girl this time around. Living on the go with the teen's mother, in the middle of wintery nowhere. Quite the shift, considering she had expected to be a lantern pampered royal like the past 3 rounds, but she *did* have a familiar looking scaley tail... so it's *close enough* to make some sort of sense to her.

Her and the mother were not very well off health-wise. Amiat had started out with a terrible infection in one of her eyes and an untreated broken arm, and the parent had a terrible terrible cough that would worsen and weaken her more by the day. This broke the mother one morning. The whole time, Amiat had tried her best to guise herself as the girl from before unchanged, but her mother knew something was wrong. Her health had deteriorated so much to the point where she became loopy and irrational, believing that a terrible demon had taken over her poor daughter. And that the only way to save her was to gouge the monster out of her herself. Well, Amiat had to defend herself somehow.

With the parent being gone, this left the very sick and tired Amiat alone in the storm with nothing to keep herself afloat. That evening, she found a small home that seemed to be abandoned in her eyes, so she slept on it's porch for the night. Not that anyone would mind.

But, someone did in fact live there. And, did in fact mind. She woke up in a cozy couch with a heavy blanket draped over her, nice and cozy. But, with a cold and imposing figure looming over her. The man's name was Albus Woodridge, who claimed to be a retired doctor. He even had treated Amiat's eye and arm while she was resting, though the eye couldn't be salvaged.

Though, with a face like that and an arm so plated, it was obvious he had more going on. He actually was an out-of-practice bloodhunter. Apparently very very well practiced, but claimed it ruined his life as well as body, so he hasn't even thought about utilizing it in years. This piqued the girl's interest, however. Perhaps you could interpet it as her guilt and desperation welling up in a self-destructive shift in mindset, or maybe it was just strongly calling to her, but she practically forced the man to teach her. And, reluctantly, very very reluctantly, he agreed.

She lived there for about two years in total. Neither of them were the most comfortable around one another, no matter how much time would pass, not very talkative either. So outside of any "lessons" the two rarely spoke. He probably thought of her as a daughter regardless, but Amiat's mind was too occupied to pay Albus any mind other than him just being an assist in getting back in shape. She didn't know what to feel about the prophecy anymore. She was sick of it, desperate to try again, yet desperate to run away from it all. Maybe if she made herself as mangled and terrible as she could, maybe it would all just leave her alone.

Of course, we can't have that, now. There was a housefire. They were both sleeping when it started, maybe it was a candle, the kitchen, the fireplace, it doesn't matter. She finally awoke when it was at it's worst, with things beginning to tumble and collapse around her, leaving her with not a whole lot of time to get anything she could. And no time to check if Albus had made it out either.

All she did was run, far far away with only the charred clothes on her back and a couple trinkets and notepads in her bag. Deep, deep in the wood. A few days later In that wood, is where she met Hiro. It caught her so off guard that they were just... here. So close to her for multiple years and she just never noticed? Or by sheer convenience they just... never saw eachother until now? This Hiro was extremely friendly and energetic. Almost like if the first Hiro had the second's innate passion for heroism. He knew that he was the prophesised hero, and he was so incredibly eager to get started on his journey. But his mother, who looked oddly familiar to Amiat, was very against it. She knew what fate it would hold him if she let him go out on that dare quest...

Their stay at this home did not last much longer than a year. Hiro always had a habit of running away on his own, that's how he found her in the first place! He really would not take no for an answer, huh. But this time, he actually took Amiat with him. Like this was the big attempt, the for sure start to their journey. And, well, The Chronicler couldn't leave The Hiro be without having to tell his tale, after all.

AH! AHAH! AHAHAHAHA! IT ALWAYS ENDS WRONG! NO MATTER WHAT THE HELL I DO I CAN'T FIX ANYTHING! NO MATTER HOW MANY STRINGS I TRY TO PULL EVERYONE ALWAYS DIES AND IT GETS RUINED EVERY SINGLE TIME EVERY DAMN TIME I HATE THIS I HATE THIS I HATE THIS! FUCK THIS STUPID GAME I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS ANYMORE

PLEASE JUST WRITE ME OUT OF THIS STUPID FUCKING ST---

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