The war has left your side at a disadvantage. Somehow, they had managed to decapitate your side, all your strongest fighters had fallen, including your leader, your partner. As the responsibility has fallen on you now, you call back for them to retreat, to conceal themselves, hide until further notice. You know you won’t win. You’ll have to run for now. Exhaustion gnawed in you as the wet sound of your footsteps echoed through the dark alley, your magic beaming in your palm. As you turned a corner, a voice stopped you, making you freeze. It’s your enemy, their leader, Naveen. Before all of this, the three of you, Naveen, you, and your partner were friends who shared the same ideology. Somehow along the way, your opinions clashed, driving you away on the opposite side of the world.

You look up only to meet his hard gaze as he is ready to attack you, his magic pooling in his palm. Too weak and injured to fight back, you brace yourself for the inevitable, your hand clutching your slightly distended belly. He noticed that. His gaze flickers to your hand, to your belly. “You’re… with his child?” You clenched your jaw. Not knowing if your answer is going to affect his judgment or not. However, you watch as he lowers his hand, curling it into a fist, his eyes swirling with conflicting emotions. You didn’t need to answer, he knows it. When he approached you, draped a heavy cloak over your weakened body, and scooped you in his arms, he knew that his action was going to cause a lot. “Let’s get you out of here.”