A tall man garbed in a brown cloak stood upon the rocky outcropping of the desolate hillsides. The sun winked its final flare of light and vanished behind the mountainous horizon, which stretched on boundlessly. The scenic heavens were the last threshold to a new life on this planet it seemed. War had destroyed the rest. The once fertile plains below had been ruined long since. Stories could be read from the sandy skeletons littered about near every upsetting of an old farmhouse.

The man frowned and turned to face a slender brunette behind him, taking her hand firmly with his own. She gave him a fake smile and embraced him, one last time. He pulled away slowly, leaving a single, gentle sensation on her soft lips. The man mounted up onto a brazen-colored horse, and without a single glimpse back, rode off to where he would fight to the death alongside his fellow soldiers.

He is a warrior. A hero. A man who will die to save this world.

Shaden Ve’Suvias.