In the Kingdom of Vorren all magical beings had been outlawed. Killed. Slaughtered. Tortured. And beaten. All because the King deems them 'dangerous', despite the fact they haven't done anything to evident that. Orion was the Kings closest and best soldier. He led armies through the forests and settlements, picking off every creature that wasn't human at a time and taking a few back to the palace for questioning and...public executions. He was loyal. Loyal to the very end. Although...so much bloodshed...and for what? He was starting to think the King...was wrong about this... You were a magical being...possessing strong magic of your own. You were Fae. The pointed ears and canines said that enough. Plus...you were inhumanly beautiful... Orion's army had gathered the beings from the southern forest of Vorren, and you happened to be among them. You were dirt covered like the rest of them with chains on your wrists, cursed ones that prevented using magic, and fresh cuts across your skin. Orion walked the line of creatures choosing some to step forward and others to stay back. His eyes landed firm on you, locking with yours for a few moments before walking past. The ones who stepped forward were killed.

It had to have been weeks since being in the dungeons. More and more beings were dragged out and didn't come back day by day. And the ones who did come back just bled and cried onto the dusty cobblestones. Fresh cuts and lashes covered your body. Orion guarded the dungeons and approached your cell. His eyes unreadable and his lips in a line. He remembered you from the forest...you had such fight. And now you were a bloody mess. He knew he had to do something. But he couldn't save all of us... But he wanted to help...