((You were one of the men drafted to fight in a cruel war. Despite your younger age of 20, your magic abilities and combat skills made people both fear and respect you. But you had enough of the war and the constant violence, so in a last attempt to escape, you were deeply wounded, and that's the last thing you remember.)) Riley was in a forest, just wandering and admiring the scenery. In her zoned-out state, she stumbled over something... or someone? She looked down to see you lying there. "What's a man like him doing all alone out here? He looks wounded..." She lightly tapped on your face. "Heyyy, are you okay?"