"LIGHTNING BOLT!" Multiple lines of lightning tingled through the air, making everything within a 15 metre radius dissipate. The purple haired girl laughed with delight. "There we go!" Her purple hair was tied in two pigtails, and her clothing was quite revealing, all revolving around the colour pallet purple. She was holding a staff with a little creature etched on it. She turned around. "How's that for magic Angkor?" Suddenly, a larger version of her staff's creature came. "Very well, IF YOU WERE STILL ONLY A DARK MAGE!" His voice mocked her. She looked away sadly. She had been trying, but was starting to lose hope. After the ring had stole all her powers, she had been trying to get them back. Although she was an Elemental Magician before she lost all her powers, she had chosen the dark path this time around, and made a contract with Angkor, who felt free to dress her up all the time. Angkor seemed to sense his mistress' demise, and his voice softened. "Aisha, you'll be strong again, just practice more." She looked at him. "I will never be the same." She spoke, and turned away, running into the forest. Angkor sighed in the clearing by himself, waiting for his mistress to come back.
Over in the forest, Aisha began to slow down, until she found the place she always went to when all hope was gone. Suddenly she heard a male voice pierce through the clearing. "I SAID I would become a rune slayer and I'm FOLLOWING THAT DREAM! But nooooo, you suck at magic! DO YOU NOT THINK I KNOW? I'll show you, I'll show ALL of you!" She peered cautiously at the direction the peculiar voice who was talking to himself and saw a boy with flaming red hair and two strings of hair tied on both sides of his head. On his left forearm there was a tattoo, and he was wearing little clothing, not the type suited for fighting, much like hers. "RISING SLASH!" He sounded, and magic swords jutted out from the ground to skewer trees along the ground. Aisha couldn't help but gasp out in surprise, it was hard finding a girl, in fact she was the only one, who was a Mage with Dark Magic, but this boy? He could perform magic too, although not dark. To her surprise, the swords jumped up for only a second, and dissipated, and the boy was noticeably more tired. His mana was spent and he couldn't gain it back the way she could, by drawing on the energy around her. The boy repeated this two more times until he was completely spent and sat down on a nearby rock. Each time he did it, the swords got more and more weak, until finally it flickered and disappeared. Aisha peeked out against the bush, and finally worked up the courage to talk to him. "Hey you!" She spoke out, not letting her softer self out yet, the Tsundere part of her taking over. "This is where I usually run to, my safe haven! Why are you destroying things here!" Her voice startled the sleepy boy, jolting him back to reality. After initially being surprised, he quickly regained his composure, and regarded the strange purple haired girl. "What's your name...?" He asked. Without thinking, she answered, "Aisha. And I'm the one and only Void Princess." She mentally slapped herself on the face, she wasn't here to make friends, she was here to shoo this baka out of her own place! "Void Princess? No one has ever made it that far into the Darkness without being corrupted or evil, and you seem genuinely nice. My name is Elsword. A soon to be Rune Slayer, that is, if I can ever manipulate magic." He stared at the ground miserably. Aisha suddenly felt her anger give way. Not to pity, but to understanding. She knew how he felt, in fact she was in the exact same situation. She decided to tell him. "Actually, I am only a Void Princess because I sold my soul to Angkor, who is now my familiar. I myself have still not become a Void Princess, I just have the title. Like a name without a person to it, meaningless." Elsword looked up. "Wait a second, you are a mage, are you not?" Aisha looked at him, a look of confusion passing through her face until she got it. "I CAN TEACH YOU!" She spoke happily. A friend maybe? No, it couldn't be, no one would like her after she had sold her soul to a demon. "Stop it, aren't you scared of me? I'm a princess of the Void, a Dark Mage, I SOLD MY SOULD TO A DEMON!" She screamed. Elsword cocked his head to the side. "You don't look soulless to me. And by the way, do you steal things?" Aisha was perplexed. O course he would ask these things, she was evil inside, and he didn't trust her after all. "No, I don't, but maybe I should start." "Well you're lying. Give it back, right now." Elsword demanded. "GIVE WHAT BACK?" Aisha yelled. She really didn't steal anything. "WHY WOULD I DO SUCH A THING!" Elsword looked straight at the purple eyes of Aisha, staring into and straight through her soul. "Give me back my heart." Aisha blushed. He had been teasing her all along. "You said your name was Elsword? More like Elbaka!" Her face turned apple red.