Alessandria

You open your eyes. All around you are the bodies of the fallen, twisted and cold. Some still clutch swords, axes, and spears. The reek of dead horseflesh fills your nostrils. The battle seemed endless. The forces of the Kingdom of Trelgar and Imperium of Balyesia crashed together like opposite metal waves. What started as two lines of warriors dissolved into a whirlwind of clashing weapons and terrible cries. A battle to determine who would rule over the continent of Faris. You stand, find your sword, and stalk through the low misty battlefield. No one opposes you. You feel fine, perhaps you just passed out from exhaustion. You reach a small, dark tarn and dip a cupped hand into it. You are so thirsty. In the center of the black pool a figure rises against the moonlight. Beautifully pale. Crowned in silver. Obviously feminine. Your body freezes without your command. as the woman hovers above the water, droplets falling from her perfect feet.