Evangeline laid in a grassy field alone, staring up at the clear sky, with not another soul in the vicinity. Numerous thoughts arn through her mind, but she couldn't seem to focus on any single one. 

“Tara!” A voice called out, and Evangeline couldn't help but stir slightly, not appreciating the disturbance in her moment of peace. She rose up slowly from her resting position, and, within a moment of focusing her eyes, she could make out the figure of a person. Who? Well she couldn’t quite decipher. 

Within a couple of seconds, she could make out a young man, roughly the as hersame age, approaching. In his left hand lay a bow, and back a satchel with arrows. His striking blue eyes punctured through Evangeline's body, and she couldn't help but let a shiver dissipate throughout her spine. 

The young man that approached Evangeline was familiar, but she wouldn't quite put a name to his face. It was as though she knew him quite well, but there was a block there, making him hazy. 

“You’re disturbing my break.” Evangeline huffed as she placed her palms on the ground, pushing herself upwards. 

“There is no such thing as a break when you need to train.”

“Well,” Evangeline clicked her teeth together and gave a slight glare in his direction,” I already trained this morning, and I have no interest in doing more before my rounds at dawn.”

“But, you promised me you would spar!” 

“With swords,” she thew her hands forward violently, motioning towards the bow in his hand, ”I only spar with swords.” 

“Well, there is always time to learn a new skill,” the young man was as he was finally standing in front of Evangeline, a smile on his youthful face. 

Evangeline stared at him for a long second befor turning her shoulder and letting out a ‘hmph’. 

“No thank you.”

The young man's slight detered slightly as the light in his eyes dropped down a level; he was no longer beaming with the same energy. Evageline’s annoyance fizzled to a agree as she couldn't help but feel bad for the young man. He was so energetic and radiated with positivity. She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes, ”Fine. What is it you wish to do?”

“Distance contest?” The young man proposed and Evangeline shrugged her shoulders with agreement. It seemed to be entertaining enough. Something competitive but not too taxing on her body before rounds. The only difficult thing would be lining her eyesight within the darkness. However, elves had good night sight, so it wouldn't be too difficult to see their target.

“Okay, how about we start there?” Evangeline pointed to a spot in the open field not too far away from where the two stood. The young man agreed with a swift nod, and the two walked over to the spot Evangeline pointed out.

The young man took an arrow out of his satchel and placed it delicately along the string of the bow. He pulled back, seemingly focusing on adjusting his eye sight, takes aim in the direction of the open field. His hand released from the string, and the arrow whizzed through the air, catching flight between the clouds. It then landed sharply on the ground, penetrating the earth, making dirt fly up into the air from the contact.. The arrow stood right in front of the tree line, perhaps only a few yards away from the edge of the forest. 

“Well played,” Evangeline started, and she peeked back to the young man. However, as she continued to look at him, frustration started to overtake her body. She simply couldn't remember his name for the life of her.

“Thanks, Tara,” the young man said, and he handed Evangeline the bow. However, her eyebrow raised at the name ‘Tara’; that isn’t her name, was it? While it sounded incredibly foregin to her, there was also a tiny bit of familiarity.

“Tara,” she whispered to herself, feeling the letters flicker off the tip of her tongue. 

“Are you okay, Tarnua?” 

Evangeline flipped a piece of her hair out of her face before nodding her head rather quickly, attempting to pull away any sort of emotion that might be flickering along her face. 

“I’m fine, just give me an arrow.” 

The young man gave Evangeline an arrow, and she loaded it into the bow. She set herself to the side and drew the string back, closing one of her eyes in an attempt to focus on where she wanted to shoot. Her one eye focused after a couple of seconds. Where she geared her attention was the movement in a tree right along the forest boarder.

After a bit more sight-seeing, she could spot the frame of a Galarian chipmunk gnawing on a piece of fruit. 

Without a moments rest, she let the arrow fly from her fingers, and it swirled effortlessly through the sky, casting a gust of wind to fly between its sharp edge and body. It then pierced the chipmunk in the body; the small animal let out a high pitched squeal before the life in it’s eyes disappitated into nothingness. 

“Show off,” the young man scowled as he stole the bow out of Evangeline’s hands, giving her a playful glare in the process. 

“You’re the one that challenged me,” Evangeline smirked, and the young man took a free hand, pushing a piece of hair out of his eyes. His hair was quite long for a man, falling just above his shoulders; she only now noticed a small feathered pin that was on the top right side of his head. The feather was white and the body of the pin is blue, crystalline almost. 

“Tell me, Tarnua,” the young man turned to Evangeline and gave a wicked smile, revealing his sharp canines. They looked like that of a predator’s, ready to tear through any prey presented in front of him. “What is my name?”

“What?” Evangeline asked, as her eyes are forced upward, confusion echoing along her face. Her eyebrows clench inward, as her mouth fell into a frown. Evangeline's green eyes, that typically sparkled with energy, were now dulled by confusion. What sort of question was that?

“You heard me. Or should I say Evangeline? What is my name? Or do you not remember?”

“I do remember,” Evangeline stammered stubbornly, but the threatening look in the young man’s eyes made her heart freeze for a second. She should remember; it was on the tip of her tongue. However, she couldn't seem to put a name to the young man’s face. 

“I suspect that to be false.” His eyes were cast downwards as he shook his head. “You get the privilege of not remembering us, not knowing our names, faces, or who your family even is.”

“I do know!” Evangeline snapped as her hands are balled into fists, baring two canines of her own in attempt to show dominance. 

“Stop lying you traitor!” The young man yelled, his hand clenching the bow. “You don’t know, and you don’t want to know.”

He looked at Evangeline with pain echoing in his pupils. Tears started to well at the corners of his eyes. 

“Because you have the perfect life now. You get to be surrounded by royalty, eat properly, have a solid roof over your head, unlimited money to spend, and you don’t care to remember who your real family is.” 

“I’ve tried,” Evangeline spat out as she threw her hands into the air, angry tears starting to stream down her face. “I’ve tried so hard. The doctors have looked at me, I’ve had psychics, hypnotists, psychologists, and it doesn’t matter!” 

“You’ll remember one day Tarnua, and you’ll remember just how much of a monster you really are.”