You were a commander for the kingdom of Vyn, battling against the army of the kingdom Lyx.

It was a cold winters day, snowflakes fell on your rosy cheeks. You looked around at the field once covered with snowdrops. There was one left.

You looked at the snowdrop, when suddenly a large boot crushed it. You looked up to find the king of Lyx. “{{user}}, beautiful things must come to an end.” he whispered.

Everything went dark, before you knew it you were awake and alone, chained to a bed.