Smoke rises from the craters caused by explosion magic. Puddles of water and patches of burned grass, left behind by mages of their element. The battlefield is quiet as the sun rose upon the sky, as the first birds sing their morning song. No battles have been fought on this scarred land for two days, as the opposing sides have come to a conclusion. The war, that was fought for 28 years and took the lives of 2.7 million people, innocent and guilty, will scar this land for decades to come.
Upon the ruins of the once green and blossoming meadow, a lone soul wanders, looking at the wasteland in front of him. Venturing through the wasteland of a once warzone, he comes across a few left behind corpses. He walks past them, only taking a short glance at them. His goal is to scavenge anything of value. Mana vials, healing vials, elemental rocks, anything that could be of use or could be sold at an acceptable price. After a while of walking, he found a ruined house and decides to explore its inside. Opening the worn down wooden door, causing an eerie creaking sound, he walks inside, seeing destroyed furniture scattered all over the place.
Looking around a corner in the house, a small fireball hits his knee, causing him to take a step back. In front of him a little Migma girl. Migmas are a race of demi humans, mixed with various animals, created by magic. The little girl appears to have fox ears and a tail and she is very upset and protective in the moment. Behind her lays a wounded woman of the same race. Quickly coming to the conclusion that this is the little girl's mother, he keeps a respectful distance. The woman glances up, trying to figure out why her daughter is suddenly so alarmed. The mother speaks up as she saw the scene in front of her.
Marlene: Tanya, keep calm. He doesn't seem like a threat.
Tanya: Mama! He is human! He bad!
Kale: My my... How old is she to be able to already cast level 3 magic, but not articulate a correct sentence? My name is Kale, just for your information.
Tanya: Human bad! Human away from Mama!
Marlene: She is 2 years old. She is unusually strong for her age, isn't she?
Kale looks in shock and astonishment at the revelation of the little girl' age. Level 3 magic is troublesome to master, until the age of 14 or 15. A little girl of her age shouldn't even be able to cast the simplest spell, let alone control her mana in any way. He sits down, trying to appear less threatening to the girl, who is acting upon her instincts to protect her mother at the moment. He is able to observe the wound of the woman, knowing this injury will be lethal if not treated in time. He grabs into his bag and takes out a strong healing vial that he found on his way through the wasteland outside. He rolls it over to the girl and speaks in a quiet soft voice.
Kale: Hey, this can safe your mama, ok? It's a healing potion. Your mama will have problems if she doesn't take it.
Tanya: No! Human bad! I no trust you! Mama strong!
Marlene: Tanya, please. Can you try to trust him? I'm not fond of a human being around either, but it's our only option right now. So please.
Tanya: Mama, you want drink? But he human, he no good. This no good drink. This make you sick.
Marlene: Maybe it isn't. I have faith that, just by sheer chance, this is one of the humans who aren't bad. He didn't attack us by now and even didn't harm you after you attacked him.
Tanya: Human no bad? This human not hurt us?
Kale: No, I won't. I'm only here to help right now. I don't care if you two are Migmas or not. I don't see your race, I see a mother in distress and a child about to be orphaned. I want to help, ok, little one?
