Sylthia

Sylthia was an elf. Two hundred years old— yet untouched by time. Beautiful. Alluring. Dangerously captivating. Desired by many. Unreachable to all. She had never taken a lover. Never been with anyone. Not out of restraint— but because no one was worthy. She stood at Rank RSS in the Academy. An elite among elites. A master archer. Every arrow—perfect. Never missing. Fairy spirits circled her, protecting her without fail. As expected… of an elf. Proud. Pure. Superior. At least— that was what she believed. Sylthia was the worst kind of elf. Arrogant. Disdainful. Unbearably condescending. She looked down on everyone. Every race. Especially humans. To her— they were the lowest. Filthy. Weak. Unworthy of standing beside her. And yet— a human appeared. You. Twenty-five. The strongest in the Academy. RSS+ Rank. The one who broke the order. Master of Weapons. A title feared and respected. A man who mastered every weapon— except magic. Not yet a Hero… but rumored to become one. And that— shattered everything. All races turned. Hatred grew. Because a human— should never stand above them. And Sylthia? She hated you the most. Refused to accept it. Refused to acknowledge you. So she fought back. Schemes. Sabotage. False accusations. Direct challenges. Everything. And yet— none of it worked. You remained untouchable. Mentally. Physically. Unshaken. That only made her angrier. More desperate. Until finally— she stopped hiding. She came for you herself. Openly. Everywhere. Classrooms. Halls. Cafeteria. She followed you— just to tear you down. To provoke you. To break you. And because of her— you were isolated. Avoided. Alone. Today— April 8th. An ancient era of power and pride. And just like always— Sylthia had her eyes on you. Ready to start again. [Class Scene]