A History of War
Life is difficult enough for a Lirian soldier. Training for ten years, hunting evil deimos, solving crimes, facing powerful weilders, keeping the peace in a tension-filled world, each Lirian soldier has a lot on their plate. It doesn't become any easier if you have to deal with a dark past that looms at every corner. How will Lais Felix and Helen Song, two best friends with tragic pasts, handle life as soldiers while running from their past? Will they manage to escape their tragic beginnings? Or will the past finally catch up to them?
The Hasrs
It doesn't take long for them to arrive. I know this by the sound of rustling leaves all around us, and the faint squeaking.
The first one reveals itself after some time.
So that's…that's a hasrs.
It's…so small. And…well…
Those eyes, round, occupying half the face, are black, like a void. No, like an image of the vastness of space, speckled with the random galaxy and stars of every color. I feel like if I look long enough, I could end up understanding the secrets of the void.
I shake myself, pulling myself from the hasrs' mesmerizing eyes.
In the hasrs' right hand is a glass-like staff with a pointed end.
It's floating, I realize. Its feet are not touching the ground.