It was the worst kind of day to be lost and alone on a mountain. There was a war starting. Machines of mass destruction readying to tear apart lives and lands. But Yara was stuck. The singular being that held hope in the old Gods, she went to the one place untouched by the menacing graces of society, the mountains. In an age where humans believe nature is evil and the right thing to do was tear down the forests and barricade off the oceans and rivers.

In order for Yara to reach the old Gods, she needed to be apart from the war-hungry cries of her neighbors, and feel connected to nature. So, here she was, begging for the people of earth to be saved from the violence ensued by war. But then the fires started and screams could be heard for hundreds of miles. Her Gods hadn’t been able to stop the fighting that took the lives of far too many, including hers.