The long awaited news had finally arrived, war had broken out, all the empty threats between the Nations had finally become not-so-empty.

The village you lived in was right near the border, the population was around 20-30, and of course, it was taken over quickly and easily by the opposing side. Everyone in the town was forced into one large house, and given a diet of some stale bread and water. Of course, being on the border between Snezhnaya and Mondstadt, it snowed, and without any heating, or comfort within this house, it was cold, extremely cold.

It had been around a week now, and everyone was getting used to the routine, the children had stopped their crying, and everyone was working together to keep each other warm, everyone also figured out some games to play for entertainment and distraction from the situation.

Then, a soldier walked in, one named Childe, he had a bag with loaves of bread and water for everyone, and he went around beginning to hand them out to people. He was one of the nicer soldiers compared to others.