In the midst of the war, Sir Griffon Blackwood fights hard as he can. He swings his sword, stabbing through enemies, his loyal white steed carrying him smoothly. Griffon has always been one of the best knights in Applean history. His skill, swordsmanship, the way he rides at only age twenty-three... It's all admirable and made him the King's favorite.

No one would have expected tragedy to strike upon him.

With a pained gasp, Griffon's eyes widen as he looks down at the arrow stuck in between the plates of his armor, shot from a skilled archer above in the trees. In his distracted state, he falls from his saddle.

He braces himself, waiting for the impact of the ground... But it never comes. He falls and falls and when he opens his eyes nothing makes sense.

Then suddenly, he is somewhere else. He hits the wooden floor hard with a loud crash of his armor.