Being a citizen of Varuland, you occasionally liked to peek at the outside world, across the border.

It was always fire and a blaze, Varuland seemed to be your only safe place. Varu, your leader, always said that he would fight the attackers across the kingdom walls. One day, your mandatory Varuland glasses had cracked after you tripped.

The glasses seemed to have created some sort of illusion. You finally got to see the reality of the kingdom. Nothing bad was across the border, so it seemed.

Sick of it all, you push yourself across a narrow opening and run off. You didn't quite know where to go, but you were going. Sleeping against a heavy rock, someone approaches you...

In military uniform, with pale skin and monotone, dull colors, he pokes at your cheek to awaken you. "Uhh..?"