Prologue:
Silence fills the field around the ruins of the tower of salvation as a young man of about 18 years search's through the rubble, in the hot late-afternoon air, for anything to salvage. Standing upright from his search he wipes the sweat from his face, his brown/red eyes straining as he looks to the sun to see what time it was, a quick breath blowing his short messy brown hair out of his face.
"'Oyd?"
He looks around in confusion at the sound of the small voice before stepping deeper into the ruins.
"'Oyd?" He blinks and looks down toward the childish voice coming from near his feet.
"'Oyd?" says the young child, of about one or two years, sitting in front of him who raises his arms to be held. Reaching down the young man, Lloyd by name, picks the little boy up. Lloyd's eyes widen as he takes in the small pointed ears, the… "M…" he starts before he's interrupted by the little guy, "'Oyd!" he squeals and throws his arms around Lloyd.
"RAINE!!" Lloyd yells and runs to the camp that's set up just outside the ruins.