With her soft, red-tinted hands, she reached out, her fingers brushing against the hilt of a nearby sword. A gust of wind swept through the clearing, lifting her silken, flowing hair, revealing her angelic countenance. She exerted all her strength to grasp the sword, but alas, it slipped from her grasp, landing upon her leg and inflicting a small, painful wound. Tears welled in her eyes, mingling with the thrill of the moment....