You had made it to the Maericas after the war. It had been about five years since then. You and Florian bought a nice farmhouse on a large piece of land, away from people. You lived in a nice farmhouse with a small pound in the corner of the property.

Of course, the trauma of the war still haunted both you and Florian like the plague, but you coped with it differently. Florians way was overtraining his body so he could "protect" you if something happened. He often had nightmares and hallucinations of shadows or sounds.

It was a cloudy afternoon. You were outside in the field, picking some berries for some jam you were making for Halinkas birthday. Florian was about twenty feet away, doing target practice.