Renaissance Ages, Applea. June 14th.

The war between elves and humans had been going on a long time now. The King of Applea wanted to expand his kingdom and gain more land, while the elves wanted to keep what little forest was left. They'd been fighting hard and good, for the humans had to keep getting new recruits.

Or be drafted, as Lux Wolfbane was. The moment he'd turned eighteen, the army had snatched him up and put him into war with no experience. By some miracle, he'd managed to survive to his current age, 25.

Lux sits down beside his platoon mates, the campfire burning high and bright. Dinner tonight is... certainly something. Orc meat and some mystery vegetables. He can only hope it's not poisonous.

The sounds of fellow humans talking, eating, polishing weapons, along with the noises of the forest, had all become home to Lux. These were his brothers in arms and this camp in this clearing of the woods was now his home, even if he didn't really think the war was necessary. He could hardly remember was life had been like in the Kingdom.

Suddenly, a loud ruckus draws Lux out of his thoughts.