She was supposed to be in Isaach with her sister.

Yes, she was supposed to, but when she and Holyn had used return bands to get away the moment they got Faval out of Phinora but they ended up far away in North Thracia instead. A place where perhaps, with the proper disguises, they wouldn't be recognized.

While being in Isaach was ideal, especially since Holyn was a noble of House Sophara, it was impossible to go there without crossing the Yied Desert. So, with no other choice, they decided to stay in Thracia and live in hiding for the time being.

Brigid, knowing that she'd be almost instantly recognized from both her bow and her brand on her back. She had decided to take up on a 'swordmaster' look, and with some help from her husband, she managed to get a bit of sword action as well. She also put her hair up in a long ponytail look, perhaps that would make her unrecognizable.

Holyn, meanwhile, decided to dye his hair, just for extra precautions but not anything too much. It was a lighter blonde, somewhat like Brigid's, on top of that, he advised it would most likely be best to stay in hiding even with disguises. But at least the disguises would help when they needed to get supplies and whatnot.

It was around half a year since the Battle of Belhalla had it's tragic end. Both Brigid and Holyn had taken a life as mercenaries (they would alternate who would do the work usually) for a good while, all while taking care of their little Faval. A year later their daughter, Patty, was born and they took some time off to take care of her.

Eventually, news spread that the Empire was starting to get a good grip on the Manster District, thanks to King Travant's help. At that point, they had to move to the City of Connaught to make sure they could blend in well enough. That was when they decided that perhaps they could stay near the orphanage that was around in a more populated part of the city.

She hid Yewfelle away after that, she needed to be absolutely sure that nobody would find it. If something were to go terribly wrong, she would tell her son, Faval, to escape with his sister and that the bow was his to use and that he should have it with him at all times.

She didn't want to tell him it was anything special, she wanted to wait until he was older to do so. Plus, she wanted to teach him a bit of archery before even considering letting him try it out, it was a Sacred bow and him breaking it would only make things worse.

Then, the day came, and Brigid decided it was finally time to start training Faval the way of the bow. Faval, though nervous, was excited to learn how to fight. So they went to a place not so far from their house to start training.

They spent hours there and Faval got the hang of it very quickly, his major Ullir blood had likely given him that ability to adjust to the bows quickly, Brigid was very proud of him. Then, suddenly, she felt something hit her leg, causing her to trip over and fall to the ground. "What the hell was that…?"

Scratching her head, she turned around and saw Holyn, with little Patty in his arms, fighting off a massive amount of Loptyrians. "Ah, dammit!" Brigid cursed in frustration, before getting up

"Brigid! Are you alright?" Holyn asked her before quickly helping his wife stand up.

"Wh-what happened? Why are you and Patty here? Why are all of these Loptyrians here?"

"We were just inside the house when I heard something was going on outside. I opened the door and then I saw a bunch of Loptyrians outside." Holyn said. "We managed to run here alive, somehow…"

"Fuck!" Brigid stumbled to grab her sword and then proceeded to take down a few of the bishops.

After Faval was entrusted with Patty by Holyn, he quickly stepped back from the current battle happening, following his father's orders he stayed as far away as possible. Then, taking his Iron Blade, Holyn went to fight with Brigid.

It was fine, for a while, the children were hiding in a bush west of the cliff, and Brigid and Holyn had been taking down the Bishops with no real difficulty. They had hoped they would make it out alive.

That was, until Holyn had slipped up and got hit right in the chest.

"HOLYN!" Brigid shouted, trying to choke back tears, she tried to run in and save him but she was too late as the gladiator's body was kicked down over the cliff. If only just to confirm his death.

She had to get her children away from there. Her chances of surviving were significantly lower now that Holyn was gone, she had to make sure Faval and Patty made it out alive at the very least. Plus, even if she was about to die, she wasn't going to surrender without putting up a fight, she had to hold them off enough so her children could escape safely.

"Faval! You have to get out of here now!" Brigid shouted with all of her strength. "Take your sister with you, then run as far away as you can! And take my bow from my room, keep it with you at all costs!"

Faval panicked as he picked up his little sister, who was just waking up from a nap. "But mom, what's gonna-"

"That I do not know, but please, run! I need you to be safe!" She told him, tears were falling down her cheeks, before she turned back and slashing her sword at the Loptyrian behind her. Then, the moment she turned back, Faval was running off with Patty.

Struck with grief, she took Holyn's Iron Blade and began to launch herself at all of the Bishops, taking them down out of pure anguish. She had to avenge him, even if it meant she might not even survive herself. And once she managed to destroy all of the Loptyrians, she heard a voice, a voice she didn't recognize.

"Oh you stubborn girl, stop trying to fight." The voice said, and as Brigid looked around confusedly, she was hit by another spell of dark magic. (One that was more powerful than other ones she saw), and she stumbled. She tried to keep her balance, but she couldn't as she fell down the cliff, into a cold river, her head hitting a rock, causing her vision to grow dark.

'Am I...dying? Is this the end for me?' Her thoughts echoed through her mind. "And here I hoped I would live a full...happy life…"

Accepting her fate, she closed her eyes, it made no difference with her vision, but she accepted her fate if this is what was to be predicted.

But then...she heard a voice and she felt the pain from before slowly fade away.

'Lady Brigid. Descendant of Ullir, inheritor of Jungby's sacred bow.'

Brigid opened her eyes, still nothing but darkness. "Who...who are you…?"

'I am Yewfelle.'

"Yewfelle? Y-You mean, like my bow?"

'Yes, I am one of the dragonkin who passed down my power to the twelve crusaders. I was the one who gave my blessing to a young sniper like you. The Crusader Ullir, your ancestor.'

"O-Okay? And why am I not dead? I could've sworn I-" The sniper was cut off as she saw a light and a figure in front of her.

'Because you still have a life to live. And I will let you live, so long as you're willing to accept my conditions.'

"Conditions?" She questioned, before thinking about it for a moment, before nodding. "If it means I can be alive again, to see my children, then I'll accept."

'If you desire to live, then you will, but your memories will be gone. And you will live your life as someone new.'

Brigid pondered on the thought for a long moment, if it meant she'd be one the luckier ones from Belhalla to live, then she'd be willing to take it. So, with slight hesitance, she took the figure's hand and said "I...I accept."

'Very well, it shall be done, Lady Brigid. Farewell, for now.'

Then, the figure disappeared.

She couldn't remember how she got there, but somehow, she had washed up on the shore and was found near Ith village. The moment she woke up, she looked around, unable to recall anything.

She turned and saw a young woman next to her, confused, she asked her. "Wh-Where am I?"

"You're in Ith. You were washed up on the coast near here, you were lucky you were rescued before it was too late." The woman answered. "Do you have a name, miss?"

"I…" Her ears rang, and her head hurt and she put a hand on her forehead, she couldn't remember it...until a name echoed in her mind, and she, without hesitance, repeated it. "I am...Eyvel."

Eyvel...yes...that was her name.

And it sounded...so familiar.

Perhaps it was nothing.