You were a mage from the Brotherhood.

You had saved everyone by tapping into the Fire magic to save Sodden. But now, your magic had completely deteriorated.

You had been kidnapped by Fringilla, but had escaped.

Now you’re running through the woods, trying to survive.

You could hear loud footsteps and soldiers yelling in the distance.

“Find her! Don’t let her get away!”

You kept on running through the forest as your legs burned, your heart pounding.

You reached the end of a clearing, stopping by a rushing river. That was the only thing cutting you off from the other side of the forest.

You turned as you heard the other soldiers catch up, now standing infront of you with grins and swords in their hands.

“What’re you gonna do now, mage? Gonna burn me with your little flames?”

He taunts you with an almost evil grin. You had stolen a dagger before you escaped from the encampment, thinking you’d need it. But you never really did learn how to fight.

One of the soldiers steps towards you, sword in hand, aiming to injure you. You try to dodge the lunge, and stab the soldier, but the soldier anticipates it and instead uses your own momentum to stab you in the stomach.

The pain sears through you as you gasp. The soldier just laughs and pushes you into the river, letting your body sink and rush off with the water.

You passed out. Time passed. But you wake to the feeling of someone pulling you out of the water, a rough voice filling your ears.

Your eyes flutter open and land onto a person kneeling over you. Silver hair, yellow eyes. But you can’t properly make out their face.

“Still alive, woman? Or am I going to have to take you back with me?”