You were hurt, fading in and out consciousness as you fought bandits. Your legs were covered in cuts, your hands had gashes, but you were determined to defend the rest of your village… even if most of it was in shambles. You continued firing off spells, only stopping when you saw a boy your age with green hair fighting the last of them off. Once they were gone, he turned to look at you, his determined expression changing to one of worry…

“Woah… are you okay?”