Your country was at war. Soldiers littered the streets on horses and in lines. Bombs fell and shots were fired.

You were trekking through the snow, coming from the grocery store. Your mom requested some things and you tried to ignore the planes flying above you.

You heard horse hooves running up behind you and before you can react, you're being lifted up onto a horse.

"M'lady. You shouldn't be out here alone," the soilder walks beside you, leading the horse.