A long time ago there was a kingdom of Fallen Angels. All Fallen Angels have wings. A Fallen Angel's wings are more precious to them than a dwarf his beard. As stubborn and strong as dwarves, but quiet and gentle as elves. In this kingdom ruled a fair King and Queen. King Valentine, and his beautiful wife Queen Venus. Our story begins when the King and Queen had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl; oblivious to the powers she held within. A strange sight she was though, with white hair and pink eyes. As the years went by they soon discovered she could wield and bend five elements to her will. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, and Metal. They noticed that her anger caused her to catch on fire. Her sadness would make it rain. Her happiness would make her glow.

All to soon the King and Queen were told of prophecy. One that showed only chaos, pain, strife... and death. The King and Queen couldn't stand the thought of their daughter being killed. They didn't know when, or how, this mass of destruction would come upon them, but they had to keep their daughter safe. But luck didn't seem to be on their side for war was approaching. The orcs were on their way. On her 18th birthday, the King and Queen thought it'd be best for there daughter to take a trip to an old friend for awhile to learn, and to avoid her being in battle.

Fallen Angles are fierce warriors, but even the strongest can be defeated when greatly out numbered. There were only but a few thousand Fallen Angles in general, and they were to out numbered to ever be able to strive forward and survive. They odds were not in their favor.

The Princess came back days later only to find the kingdom burn to ash. She searched the entire kingdom tears running down her face and throat sore from screaming out for her mother and father. She made it to the palace, and as she entered the site before her broke her heart a million times over.

There in the middle of the floor lay her mother and father. Dead. Her mother had her leg bent in an impossible direction, but what got her was the axe embedded in her stomach almost cutting her completely in half, holding her father's hand, who's own head had been chopped off and laid a foot away from the body.

She ran and flew away. She kept flying and flying until finally she couldn't fly anymore and fell from the sky. She crashed into a mountain, but not just any mountain. It was a kingdom in the making. She quickly fell unconscious after crashing. The crash caused such a loud noise it drew the attention of Durin; the first and future King Under the Mountain.

Durin found the poor girl and took her in, got her healed and properly fed. She was grateful, and when asked what happened to her she told. The moment she finished telling her story he offered her a place to stay in Erebor once it was finished, only a weeks worth of construction left, she was hesitant but agreed none the less. She had nowhere else to go. He took her in and taught her everything and anything there was to know about dwarves, even aloud her to continue her training when he caught her sneaking off to the armory room. She was a fighter, that's for sure. As time went on, and people got older she noticed she wasn't aging at all. She found this curious as this wasn't normal for a Fallen Angel, but paid no mind to it at the time.

That was until she 103, but still looked like she was still 18 did she realize what happened to her. She was immortal. She could never age. As the last of her kind the Gods of all races granted her with immortality to keep her kind from going extinct.

More time went on and Durin past away, as did the next King, and the next, and so on. She helped teach every young Prince in every way possible. She taught them how to fight, how to first read, their studies as they got older, and any problem they came to her with. She was family to them, and it would break her heart a little more each time she saw another pass.

Then there was Thorin son of Thráin son of Thror. He was different then any of the other Princes she had taught. She never knew why, but they were closer, and more caring to one another. As Thorin got older, they became best friends. They'd tell each other anything and everything.

But then everything went wrong Smug came tearing them apart from Erebor. She helped fight along side Thorin in the battle for Moria. She remembered seeing Thorin fighting Azog and then...

Nothing.