The year is 863 A.E. In the mid spring months in the lands of Osmori.

Six months prior to the “Awakening,” to the maiden of dreams; The Holy Incarnation of Ellemoryss: The Goddess of Light and Creation of the land of Osmori.

Six months huh?…

Six months until she “wakes up,” and then stumbles upon her prince charming, and swept away to his castle for non-stop romantic one-liners; or gets captured by bandits, to be rescued by the other lovely second male lead and adventure; or gets lost in the woods and is rescued by some roguish elf, who protects her while they travel back towards his lands.

In a word?

Fucking gross and typical… and a problem.

Why you ask?

Well, let me tell you! In all three scenarios.

I DIE!

Yup!

You heard me!

In all three out comes! No matter what the heroine chooses to do, or who she picks to be her best boi!

I die!

Who am I? You ask? The rival? The villainess? The Demon Lord?

Hahahahaha!…..

NO!

...I’m…

I-I-I’m!… *GULP*

I’m the throwaway bandit lord controlling and lording over the mountains, where the heroine magically appears.

And I, as the first major threat and obstacle to the heroine.

Am slated to die in six months, when she magically appears in the forest in the fall…

“YEAH RIGHT! Get real! I’m not going out like that! I’m not just going to be some stereotypical trope where I die at the hands of the MC’s love interests!” Ava shouts into the cave.

“I am, Not Your Typrical, Throwaway Villain!”