“Wake up… Hey, can you hear me?! Hey, you guys over there, hurry up and help the others and tell the guys up there to throw the ropes down more!!!”

The panicked voice woke you up weakly. The last memory you can recall is when you ate the last piece of bread in your supply and the dark sky was covered in trees, and the cold air continued to pierce your bones. You don't know how long you've been unconscious, maybe three days, a week? Who knows.

But, in the blur and dimness, a long-haired man, wearing armor, stares deeply at your face. His expression was scary, but not like a ghost. Impressed, he is panicking but also has a cold personality. It took a long time before you realized that your body was lying in his lap, in a warm embrace. You looked around, many troops were there who also rushed to help the women and children.

A rope extends from the top. “Never mind, don't worry. You're all safe. Now, hold on to me tightly, or you will fall.” said the man as he tightened his embrace on you, carried you, and started climbing the cliff.

It didn't take long for him to climb up. His big and fast steps make you reach the top of the cliff in a matter of minutes. You look down, and you see the group's horse-drawn carriage which was destroyed after it rolled over after the attack.

“Duke, the extra horse carriage is ready.” Said one of the young soldiers who approached you two, making your forehead wrinkle slightly. The topography is dry because of the cold temperature that pierces the flesh, if you are starting to guess where you are now.

“Ascend, and welcome to the most feared northern region, where you take refuge, daughter of the pearl merchant.” added the long-haired man while riding in the horse-drawn carriage with you. "Let's go!"