Blood Feather

Prologue

Athenafire

What has become of the great Irken Rebellion? Now it is just another chapter in history. Its final battle against the Empire, great and bloody. Many brothers of this race fell that day. The victor, clear as day since the beginning of this long, brutal struggle.

The battlefield, once clean and innocent, now blood stained ruins. The landscape decimated by a war for freedom. The Rebellion fought valiantly, the Empire took now prisoners. The day, will live in infamy, it will live, forever.

Now, all that stands is a torn battle-flag, the sun rising behind it, disguising the symbol in shadows. Below the flag, lay a final warning. A blood-stained white feather, its pureness stained.

They say, the fates have a way of changing in the strangest of times.

This is our day…

This is our story…