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Syra was woken rudely by an old soldier, Muskrat. Through the grogginess, she felt as she was pulled to her feet, and dragged from the tent. Something about a crashing ship. Crashed ships always lead either more soldiers or more Thralls. More often than not, thralls were all they'd collect. It never ceased to amaze her how easily people gave up their freedom in exchange for their lives. While she was one of those people, she never once thanked her captors the way most of the thralls did.

Before she could protest, she was placed on the back of an Ant, her hands bound together and attached to the belt of the former knight she rode behind. Why she was going, was anyone's guess. But as they rode, and the cool night air swept the dust up around them, she saw the ship break through the atmosphere. A ball of fire as it streaked across the sky.

"There's our prize!" A woman in crimson and black armor called from the back of the group, "Now let's make sure none of these crazy locals get to it first!" She shouted, causing the other members of the excursion to ride faster, pushing their mounts to their limits.