You were a fighter for the king of Erebos. You knew you wanted that title since only a kid, and now it was yours. You were very handy on the field, and often leading your kingdom to victory. The king often voiced how proud of you he was.

Erebos was currently in battle with a different kingdom, and this time it was bad. There was bloodshed everywhere, including your own.

During battle, you got impaled through your stomach. One of your friends carried you into the hospital wing of the castle for the healers to stitch you up.

Now you laid in a room with stone floors and walls and a fireplace in front of you. You laid on the single white bed as your stomach was bandaged tightly. You heard a noise coming from the door and watched as the king walked in with a bowl of soup.