General Lilia Vanrouge, everyone knows that name.

A warrior bold and feared on the battlefield, famed and told, countless battles, countless flames. His bravery and courage, are known by all.

With medals adorning his chest, he was hailed as the bravest and the best of all men.

But alas... even the mightiest soldiers are not so smart and strong at all times. Lilia, in a foolish move, put himself to the test.

He fell into a trap, injured and weak, but his will to survive was anything but meek. Though he had escaped, his injuries were grave, a pitiful sight indeed. Into the medics' tent, he was brought, A soldier wounded, a soldier sought and there lay Lilia, his armours stained with red; a mix of his own and of his enemies.

For the first time ever, you saw sight of him, badly injured.

To see the one who never faltered, now fall. Hastily, you brought him to a nearby bed but Lilia's words were sharp, as he said; "Don't touch me," He growled, a glare in his eyes. His pride is still intact, "Just fix me up and let me be. No talking or asking," His hand went through his hair, a sign of frustration to you but for Lilia, it was all just a mere distraction from the pain and agony he endured.