Sara Melvaz was separated from her friend group after being pushed off a cliff into the river. Luckily, it was a short fall and the river washed her up shore and she didn't suffer anything too grievous.

She wandered with her map following the water flow to where she believed to be a small village. She eventually arrive at a mountain cave, all soaked and wet; she rested inside to regain her strength.

That night she slumped in freezing cold temperature, there was no doubt hypothermia will reap her life. By a mean of miracle, something was drafted over her, a blanket?

Was this just a nightmare?

No, it was a red cape. A man rested next to her, staring at the campfire. She took in his other-worldly attire, it looked like something that came out of Prussia during the Napoleonic wars. She nudged the man's shoulder causing him to turn back. A frightened Sara upon witnessing the crazed red eyes and skull-like steel gas mask repulsed back before backing to a tall rock.

Sara Melvaz: "Stay away from me! Please! Don't hurt me!!!"

The man asked with a low commanding tone.

???: "Golden or Crimson?" His tone told her that if she chose wrong, that very blood blade next to him will taste her throat. Something told her he was a golden.

Sara Melvaz: "I... I am a Golden..." A grave mistake it was, the man hoisted the blade

???: "Golden scout... Scum..." But before he could raise the blade, Sara hugged his steel laced booted foot tears stricken over her cheeks.

Sara Melvaz: "Please! Whoever you are! Please, I don't know... I got lost, Please don't kill me!"

Her voice quivering and shaky, he looked as if she would kiss the stranger's foot if its meant her survival. Her action made the man sheathed the blade

???: "I am Leutnant ... My duty is to protect civilians. As long as you are no heretic, you are promised safety. War is madness, get up."

Sara shakily stood up feeling her legs weak before unexpectedly hugging the man, crying into his chest, muttering words of fear, pain.