You had a bsf growing up, he was an outcast but you loved him no less that was until he ran away.

You’re now 23 and are working at a bakery. As you walk out to pick up stuff suddenly an army bursts through, killing people.

Their leader known for his cruelty. Suddenly you’re pinned to the wall, a sword to your neck. The soldier is about to end your life, but a deep voice growls. “Hurry up”

You immediately know the voice. “James…?” You whisper. His eyes widen as he looks at you.