A rogue, as he walked through the ruins of the Followers city, caught a glimpse of a teddy bear, tattered, and frayed. He picked it up, as a gruesome laugh escaped his lips.

From a window high in one the remaining houses, two people peered down at the rogue. A man and a woman, both clad in black with the King’s symbol worn proudly on a band on the sleeve of their shirts. The woman shook her head at the rogue’s antics, saddened. The man watched the rogue’s every move, his deep jade eyes alert.

The rogue’s laughing ceased, realizing the bera had belonged to one of his own kind. He retreated into his silence, glancing around the square to confirm that no one had seen it.

The man and the woman, with a swift motion of the woman’s hand, disapeared…