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Straight after the war, there had been a sort of relaxed peace to the nation - a calmness that came with peace. But the early effects of the War begin to kick in soon after, and that's when they began - the attacks. At first it was slow paced - the odd shooting or missing person. Except gradually, the Rebels had begun to form a small battalion, which came to be known as the Lord Viren Rebel Group (LVRG). At first, they targeted the smallest of villages and tribes... but they eventually moved on to the larger cities - which was how Janai II, the Golden Knight of Lux Aurea, named after her great-grandmother, was caught in the predicament that she was in - slowly wating away from the hands of one Claudia of Katolis.
The attack had happened so quickly, one minute she'd been sparring viciously with a human rebel and the other and the next her body was exhibiting rather eerie-looking black markings from her feet upwards.
The healers of her nation were resilient, efficient people - but they were no miracle workers. Her body was slowly withering away, taking with it a portion of her strength and had eventually infected her daughter, Danika as well. Today, as the attacks only grew worse and her people had begun to lose hope, Janai hoped fervently for nothing short of a miracle.