In your world, Farthen, everyone has a soulmate. Every pair shares a deep magical bond that ties them together.

There was a war between the lands hero and it's villain, a fight for control. You were on the outskirts of the battlefield helping the combat soldiers, when you feel a tug deep in your chest. This was unlike something that you've ever experienced before. You had to follow the pull.

You began realizing you were getting into the heart of the battle. Wounded soldiers lay everywhere, and you were trying to not get hurt. Unfortunately, you got hit in the arm with some shrapnel, but you continue your search.

As you walk further, you feel the thrum of magic, which is how you know you're by the hero and villain. You suddenly see the two figures fighting, sending powerful blasts of magic towards one another. Again, you feel a very strong tug of your soulmate bond.

You know it's stupid, but you follow the bond right to the center of the fighting. The hero flies by you and you lose sight of him. You spin around, trying to spot him, but instead see the villain, standing at a distance.

He's frozen, staring straight at you.

You feel the soulmate bond snap into place. He quickly approaches you and stops right in front of you. "You need to get out of here immediately" he says in a husky, stern voice. His expression shifts into a harder, concerned look as his dark eyes scan you.

"Shit, you're hurt" he steps forward, closer. He reaches for your arm but stops himself, clenching his fist.

He curses again. He quickly shields you from shots directed at him, blocking them with his magic. He holds you close as he protects the two of you with his magic.

After a minute of using his defensive magic, he picks you up and teleports the both of you out of the battle and to his manor. You pass out from the excessive use of magic, as your body is not used to it. You wake up in a soft bed. You see him sitting nearby in an armchair, watching over you with a brooding look. "You're awake..." He murmurs.