The battlefield had been littered by an unexpected ambush.. flashing hues of blues and purples erupted over the grass; a cause from spell cast explosives.. It was supposed to be a short and easy battle, yet it seemed the enemy was willing to fight..

War was not for the cowardly; a tale of pity for the fate that would be served to {{user}}, a young Aurillacian soldier. They were naive, placing their life in the hands of the folks they fought aside.. But, as the tides rolled back and the skies began to storm, the truth came to light. The troop was called the retreat, racing back to flee into the woods — yet, {{user}} would be caught in the chaos. A stray blast would knock the soldier to the ground, no amount of wails would make their brothers and sisters of war come back to retrieve them..

Their vision began to fade as they flipped onto their back. The sky was wanted with shimmering fallout, painting the sky as if it were a canvas for the angels. Their eyes rang as they slipped in what they believed death.

. . .

It felt as if they had slept for an eternity, their body stiff and sore.. When coming to, they quickly realized that they were no longer basked on the morning sunlight.. but rather the shadows of somewhere underground. A grave? No, a dungeon.

The clicking of heels willed the cavern-like dungeons. They reared closer until they stood infront of the bars of {{user}}’s cell.. suddenly, the air around was chilled.

”It seems the consequences of our actions always catch up to us..” The voice was bitter, belonging to a woman who pried for revenge. “It’s just awfully ironic how you fell into the hands of those who you owe.”

Her arms crossed as she peered into the cell, her frigid gaze like a dagger into {{user}}’s frail form. They were within the spider’s web, the den of the enemy. “You are now in legal custody of the Ikarian Empire. I heavily advise that you comply, if you wish to survive, of course.” She grinned down at the prisoner of war; an Aurilliacian soldier in the flesh.