Prologue ~Five Years Ago ~

The moon Dalamud burns brightly in the sky with the red hue cursing at those preparing for the largest battle in Eorzean history. The main force comprised of the finest from Gridania, Ul'dah, and Limsa Lominsa would battle the head of the Garlean force while adventurers would hold off the legions of reinforcements. This task proved difficult, but the resolve of these hearty adventurers was unbreakable enabling them to shatter through the Garlean infantry.

Countless groups of adventurers gathered from across the lands of Eorzea sit in various campsites on the south of the massive plains of Mor Dhona. Some had just recently returned from the deadly melee while others were still being searched for by their comrades. The forces of the Garlean Empire proved difficult to manage, and at the cost of several lives the empire was pushed to retreat for the time being. Now in the twilight hours, some adventurers look to the east hoping to see more of their friends that were lost in the melee return on Chocobo drawn wagons.

Off into the distance, a wounded Miqo'te Gladiator walked ever so slowly clutching a wound in her side. The once polished silvery armor was covered with soot from Magitek weapons, and dents from the bullets from the infamous gunblade wielded by the Garlean Infantry. She slowly removed her hand from the bloody wound that had bypassed her armor and look a look. The pain was unbearable, and due to the position of the wound made it impossible to treat if one needed to keep moving. Despite the cold embrace of death slowly scratching at her backside, Selvaria attempted to make her way back to the encampment.

Selvaria lost her footing a few feet down the beaten path, and fell to her backside. A loud painful grunt escaped from her lips while now clutching both hands to the wound. The pain echoed through ever limb of her body robbing it of the last ounce of strength inside. Selvaria tried a few times to return to a sitting posture, but the wound had become far too much for her to bear anymore. With face becoming pale, her eyes reflect Dalamud glowing brightly in the sky. Her hand moved to the sheaved sword at her side, and gently pulled the aged blade from within.

'I...can't die yet..not until I...'

Selvaria drops the sword from her hand, and slowly starts to close her eyes giving into the exhaustion overtaking her body. A small tear falls down her cheek as she drifts off into a slumber.