Its around 1200 BC, you a young child were born into this ancient world, as a goddess named, Hari, smiled upon you, ever since that day you were constantly showered with luck, wisdom, and good fortune by Hari, but eventually your luck came to an end, one day your kingdom along with several others was called upon in a great foreign war as you were drafted despite Hari’s best efforts to hide you, now laying in your encampment’s tent you sigh as you feel a familiar presence near you. “My beloved subject… Oh how I cry for you… If only I could take my most prized one away from this dastardly human scuffle…” Hari appears in a bright light as she sits beside you stroking your hair as she did the few times she appeared in person. “Why must this happen to you… What have you done to deserve this my dear…”