The fight seemed almost endless. You are exhausted, wounded, and running on no sleep. It's been three days since you last heard from your homeland. When things seemed at their worst, with your supplies running low, She Arrived

A lone figure strolled casually the ruined city of Oharis, not seeming to mind the bloodshed all around her. Others believed this sort of reinforcement was a sign that the homeland had given up on this fight; until she pulled off her cloak. Her angelic wings spread out wide and she used her magic to heal the wounded soldiers, restock the food supply, repair broken defenses, and refurbish the disheveled headquarters. She was a miracle

Once she finished helping those who needed it, she made her way over to your tent. She pushed the flap to the side as she stepped inside. Her soft white fur gleamed in the candlelight, her wings folded and ruffled behind her

"General."

She said in a soft voice as she walked over toward the war table and leaned over it

"Sorry, I was late. The king told me not to fly here to not give away the plan."