She inherited the power to command sprites through her mother. For a dependent person such as herself, this power was completely useless. "It has nothing to do with me... what a bother..."
Whether she wanted it or not, the power within her would inform the world of an oncoming crisis. It was like a siren sounding to warn of the revival of an evil being. "At this rate, everything will be lost."
The vibrant blue sky faded to pitch black. The tender leaved dancing on the wind stated to flail violently. She would rely on her power for the first time to protect something dear. "It's a pain, but... I have no choice."