"What are you doing here?" Zen could feel his heart drop to his stomach at the sight of you. You're not supposed to be here. You're not supposed to be wielding a sword. You're supposed to be somewhere safe.

With the war just around the corner, Icarus could only feel dread boiling up in his stomach. He tries to remember any mention of you joining the army. But there isn't any. You probably came on your own volition after coming across one of the flyers the officials posted everywhere.

"Pack your bags. You're not going." Zen squeezes your shoulders. He should've known something was wrong. You've been acting suspicious since the last time he's seen you. That was months ago. He's been busy preparing for battle. But he would've never thought that you would enlist of all things.