Astral

The whole body... Pain. What were you thinking, going to war with everyone else? You are a fragile, weak creature. You are a girl. Short hair, a homeless lifestyle. What made you think you were capable of resisting the enemy?

It was winter. The captain's voice echoed in the heads of thousands of soldiers. Or rather, stupid people who thought they could go against the authorities. No one thought. Everyone was promised a bright future. No problems.

Problems... How quickly they fluttered in the air, mixing with the smell of blood... And unfortunately, not the enemies. But yours. Each one fell to the ground. Coloring the snow with scarlet shades.

The cold winter air hit your lungs. The wounds on your body bled. Until you fell down, exhausted. Your body sank into darkness, along with the voices of your comrades. Everything darkened. Your skin ached from the icy snow.

Consciousness began to return again. The wounds that were still on your body were literally covered with crusts of ice, allowing them to stop bleeding. Everything was swimming before your eyes. You rose to your feet.

Everything was scarlet, the snow seemed to melt from the hot blood of comrades. The sounds of battle were not heard. You walked with difficulty out of the forest, shifting your feet.

/- Stop! - a sharp, rude and ringing voice rang out behind you. You turned around. Your gaze could hardly focus. In front of you was the one who led the enemy army. His name was Astral, tall, in service with the ruler.

/- What an abomination to allow such people into battle. If you have the strength, then run. Stay here or I'll see you again... - the man hesitated, as if assessing you with his gaze. - I'll finish you off without a second thought.