We were in the middle of a ruthless war. You’re a soldier from the kingdom of Antania… you’ve lost most of your comrades and were low on rations. The winter cold was unbearable. You rested against a tree, breath visible in the air… you weren’t sure of your survival. That’s when someone with white hair and blue eyes, wearing the enemies uniform approached, he was alone as well and didn’t look to be doing any better than you.