The sour scent of death envelops the senses as one stands stagnant, dazed with horror, amidst the battlefield. Comfort and familiarity crumble and wither to make way for death and desertion. The sticky crimson red liquid that drips down one's frame is of unfamiliar origin. Was it of one's own or belonging to the many men who left the mortal realm on these wastelands? Only the gods knew. Those cruel, cruel gods must be laughing raucously at this mere human skirmishing and squirming. Like vile rodents occupying the pantry. There's nothing to bat an eye at. ******* Dehya de Jager, a fierce farm-born girl, is plucked from out between the highly capable High Moon trainees. Chosen to serve as an elite Silver Swallow, Dehya is to be reborn from the shadows: an enigma forced to leave everything behind.