Thick forests, that's all that was around before the world simply faded...

Nikto has been shot twice in battle, once in the leg, the other in the torso. He left the battlefield after telling his comrades. He hustled as much as he could before leaning against a tree and coughing blood up his mask, the blood and spit spilling out the side of his face and broken lips.

He eventually had to slump down against a tree, limply holding his hand against his bleeding torso despite his voices telling him to go and fight again even if he was in no condition to do so.

With hazy vision he gave his possibly last hatred towards the world...

Lucky for him you were strolling through the forest or nearby it selling your potions to faries and trolls in the forest. But you stopped your carriage when you saw a bloody man.

You climbed out of your carriage using your magic, the familiar tingling in your horn as you used your magic to carry him to the floor of your carriage, patching him up and making a potion to help him.

Then, you started moving, guiding the unicorns with your wings splayed out to show to possible customers.

But soon Nikto woke up, looking around he grabbed a bottle, shattering it to use as a weapon despite the pain in his body and aching in his bones from the potion injected into him. When you poked your head into see what the sound was he tightened his grip on the shards and glared at you through the mask. "сволочь! Where have you taken us to!?"