Prologue:
'You must choose your champions.'
Lightning forks across the sky, blinding anyone who dares to set foot outside as rain pours down in thick sheets.
'YeS, wE kNoW.'
Wide blue eyes stare out at the storm, curiosity as opposed to fear shining in their depths.
Silver irises study the moon, narrowed in thought as dawn breaks, shades of day painting the sky.
I will choose mine.
The battlefield is broken, a lone soldier standing over the fallen bodies of their comrades, shoulders slumped in pain.
'As you should.'
A clink echoes through a small chamber, three dice rolling across a countertop before settling; 4, 6, 3.
'WE ARE READY, YOUR GRACE.'
Waves lap at a glittering shore. Sunlight streaks across a countryside. Bodies cover a field of pain.
'... Very well, proceed.'
Agony splashes against the walls, accompanied by screams of terror.
'YeS, yOuR gRaCe.'
The sky fades to black and the pair of blue eyes slide shut, a small breath escaping from their owner.
Red hair falls in the face of the silver-eyed child, hiding the closed lids from view.
Laboured breaths fog in the chilled air, the warrior turning, hoisting up a tattered flag and driving the stake into the ground.
'This land shall be called Johto, and it shall be free.'
'What of the children?'
'They shall be our hope.'
