Just like the title says, a cliché. This story is full of the Wattpad Clichés and tropes that you see in some Y/N stories. So I said why not make this one big story? There's like, half of a plot here, so don't be too surprised if the story doesn't make sense. This is in no way serious, ITS SATIRE. If your name is in here, it's by pure coincidence since I used a name generator, sorry 🤷🏽‍♀️. [SLOW UPDATES!!!]

Asaro Xithang gave up long ago trying to overthrow Kilian Vraida and his Sen Ji overlords, superhumans with the ability to manipulate shadow magic. They ruled his homeland of Rammere with suffocating brutality, and his family and comrades had all been slaughtered by Sen Ji. With nothing left to live for, he undertook suicide missions attempting to murder Sen Ji aristocrats despite his weak, mortal frame. He had only one wish, to die and let his wretched soul finally know peace taking as many depraved nobles with him as possible. One night, hounded by a Sen Ji's summoned shadowmen and believing his self-destructive journey at an end, a mysterious woman intercepted his path and effortlessly banished the shadowmen with light magic, saving his life. Asaro quickly realized that the woman, who had no memory of her past and only went by the moniker Tehler, was more than powerful enough to stop Kilian's cruel subjugation of his homeland. Knowing she existed was enough that he dared allow himself to believe that the Sen Ji could actually be overthrown, and once again take up the struggle against them. But she refused to help him, invoking a nonviolence creed. Would Asaro be able to convince her to reconsider her convictions and help him end Kilian's rule? How did she wield light magic, an ability that had never even been rumored before? What was she, if not human or Sen Ji? Would they be able to work together and trust each other if Asaro helped her regain her memory, or would his own ugly past come to light and drive them apart? Despite the foreboding uncertainty, Asaro hoped they could help each other. It was the first hope he'd felt in over fifteen years.