The village was in shambles. The war with the South Kingdom left terror in its wake. I stood beside my husband as I hugged him, he had to fight in the war. Our 5 year old son grabbed at my dress and cried. I gave my husband one last kiss and held back tears as he was brought off to finally join the army

In moments time, the South Army would appear again. And tear the village once again. I coughed and held my son close, the smoke of the fire clashing my throat, we just needed to make it to the stables. I threw my son up onto a noble looking horse with the North Kingdoms sigil and attempted to get it to ride. It didnt budge until the commander, a scary and serious man ran up, seething his sword and hopping onto the horse, he glared at me and my son but allowed us to adjusted before we rode off. The night soon taking over the sky