Ancient Elrios; December 12; 1912 hours.

Eve sips her cup of Darjeeling tea while sitting on a plush cushion, it's snug, fluffiness engulfing her small frame. It provides her temporary bliss and comfort as she watches the news of the horrifying nightmare unravelling around her on her holographic TV. The war has raged on for three years now, with not a single sign of stopping. She sighs as her little drones Moby and Remy turn to look at her in bewilderment.

"I do not get it. They say I am to be Queen. Yet they do not let me fight." Eve rants, while her servants Oberon and Ophelia stand quietly behind her.

"Your highness," Ophelia finally says to break the silence,

"It is because you are of great importance, that we may not allow harm to come to you. We would not live to forgive ourselves if so should happen during battle. We are aware that you have an excellent knowledge of Codes and are able to use them in battle, but humans are brutal and dangerous. They have guns, knives, and bombs. Your Codes, sublime as they are, will be no match."

Eve heaves a small sigh to herself. She does not want Oberon and Ophelia thinking she is acting spoilt, since she is already thirteen years of age and is to be crowned Queen. Little Moby and Remy giggle slightly, making themselves comfortable on Eve's lap and fighting for space.

Suddenly, the hologram on the TV starts becoming fuzzy, and the lights of the room start flickering ever so slightly. Oberon looks at Ophelia, trying not to panic as he knows that Eve will sense the change in the electric charge of his, and Ophelia's Nasod mind.

"Your highness, we require to check on a certain article. We will return shortly." Oberon says in a clipped voice as usual. He doesn't raise any suspicion as the two of them leave a very engrossed Eve to watch TV alone with Moby and Remy. When the commercials kick in, Eve stands up and stretches while looking out the window.

As upper class Nasods, the royal family possess highly advanced codes, such that no ordinary Nasod outside their family is able to rival them. One other trait the royal family has been endowed with, unlike lower ranked Nasods, is human form. If not for the sizeable blue gem on their foreheads and their bright, honey coloured eyes, one would not be able to point out their true nature. Even so, one problem Eve encounters that her parents do not, is her lack of emotion. She is only able to feel a small number of feelings, and only ever so slightly.

Looking out the window, she realises that the blinds are closed.

"Are the blinds usually shut?" Eve asks herself as Moby and Remy hover by her side quizzically. She opens the blinds with a push of a button, and the blinds slowly slide upwards. As the blinds steadily reveal the outside world, the first thing she notices is smoke.

There is smoke everywhere, from the garden all the way to their doorstep. She puts her hands against the sound-proof window as she can do nothing but stare in horror at the crashing spaceships, firing cannons, tanks, and fire. Fire is everywhere, an evil looking bright orange-crimson sheet spreading throughout the gigantic garden her mother had nurtured so dearly, engulfing anything and everything around it, dyeing it the same shade of amber that stood out like a sore thumb in the dark evening sky.

Eve opens up her palm, activating her transmitter and calling for Ophelia in panic. A tiny, holographic Ophelia appears in her palm.

"Ophelia, I demand you tell me what on earth is goi-", before she can finish her sentence, Ophelia is knocked down, and the signal is gone. Just as Eve is about to take matters into her own hands and stands up to leave the door, Oberon arrives.

"The humans have managed to breach our security systems and have entered palace grounds, Your Highness. You have to come with me"

"I refuse. My people are dying, I must aid them in battle." Eve says as Moby and Remy get in their battle stances.

"The King and Queen have given me the direct order, Your Highness. They are in the battlefield and command for you to be kept safe in a Preservation Capsule." Oberon presses more urgently, sensing danger approaching.

"Preservation Capsule?" Eve is lost but does as she is told. She can not refuse a direct order from her father, the King.