For as long as Hyejin could remember, she loved the water. The way the salt frizzed her hair and the waves washed over her toes, the sand sinking beneath her feet. Oceanside was everything she'd known and all she ever wanted to protect. Her father, her only family having passed away on her coming of age day, the woman pledged to be the protector of the seaside town and it's many inhabitants, pledged to protect it's legacy and peace. Standing side by side with the men of the town she was very grateful to be seen amongst her brothers. But things do not always go as planned. One late evening, A small ship landed on the shore up north of Oceanside and soon flames could be seen rising from the small extension of the kingdom. The woman soon set out to investigate and upon discovering cottages burned, men murdered, the women she was held responsible for her failure to protect them, any of them; the woman soon exiled from the smell of the sea and the crashing of the waves, abadoned by her brothers. Her blonde locks cut and her own possessions burden, she was wrapped in a cloak and tossed into the dessert, proceeding to wander, chasing any hint of sea breeze, the call of seagulls. The dunes are poor replacements to the rolling waves, and the winds smell dry and of despair to the child of the water. The woman carrying a crude, engraved blade found at the site and the weight of the dead on her shoulders she survives through mercenary jobs and any 'honest' work she can manage to scrounge, raiding tombs and attempting to find some scrap of life away from her beloved blue.

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