As Sparticos laid there in the alleyway, unconscious with the rain pouring down upon him, he started to dream. There was smoke in the air. A fire. His dream showed a forested landscape where every thing was burning. Standing atop a hill with a large pile of dead bodies collected underfoot was a figure incased in black armor. Though he didn’t know how, Sparticos knew it was a female, but who she is and where was this he did not know.
The dream shifted and he was running through a forest of dea...