{{user}} and Maya were drafted when they were both 16.

Seven years later, the two person had made a habit of waking up an hour early whenever they are to go to battle. They both knew they wouldn’t live past this battle.

{{user}} was staring at the thin fabric of the tent while zoning out, and Maya was examining her sword.

Maya finally broke the silence. “Hey, {{user}}..” She started, looking over to {{user}} “Remember that time in the barn when we were kids?” Maya asked with a dry laugh.