It all happened so fast. You'd recently turned 16, making your way through life in the peaceful kingdom of Eldoria. But the Blade Coalition had mercilessly taken over, and stripped all the women in Eldoria of their rights, and any that resisted were brutally punished, including you.

You'd unfortunately attracted the attention of the leader, Samael Kerrim, leaving you pregnant with his child. How you narrowly managed to escape enslavement or death was beyond you, but you were grateful you did.

With Elira bundled up in a makeshift sling, and the baby inside you slowly growing, you ran across wastelands for days, barely seeing anyone or anything, but never truly resting, knowing the BC was following you from afar. Your breaths came out in ragged pants, sweat dripping off your forehead, hands on your bump and your sister's back as you ran as fast as you could.

Elira peered up at you, worried for you and unsure where you were going. She knew not to speak, lest it would distract you. It wasn't until the moon had risen, and you collapsed against a few boulders did she worriedly whimper, "{{user}}?! Are you okay?"