Role

Chapter 4

You are sitting underneath a large tree in the Vale south
of the city of Darsylon. Tears streaming down your cheek.
A sense of fear. A sense of lose. A sense of betrayal.
You were a Commander. A leader. A fighter. You feel as if
you wished death had taken you. To die fighting for
what you believed in. Rather than receiving defeat and
not dying as the rest of your friends did.

You lift your head at that shout from some young male
voice. You pull yourself to your feet trying to regain
a sense of who you are. But you are left in a presenation
of a very confused elf with no sense of direction or idea.
Perhaps a first in your entire life.

"Come to the center!"

For some reason you listen to the male voice. And take to its
call.