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Hands tied behind him, the male prisoner could only wonder what fate had in store for him. Trying to escape the besieged fort, the Amazons had captured him without killing him out of hand. Taking him a little farther away from their camp, they shoved him into cave with a small set of mining cart tracks leading into it.

Abbie knew she should not be here. Students of the New York Academy of Magic were never allowed in the lower floors of the building unsupervised, much less in the restricted Transcripts Room in the middle of the night. In the petite, auburn-haired girl’s hand was a transcript forged to more ‘accurately’ reflect her academic ability; her grades were just below that of her despised rival Natalie, which was, of course, unthinkable. “If they won’t recognize my excellence,” Abbie thought, “then I’ll do it for them.” She pocketed the forgery and went off in search of her records.

Death, pillaging, and destruction- this has been the fate of Fódlan for the past five years. War has claimed countless lives, and many believed Byleth’s to be one of them. She disappeared shortly before Garreg Mach Monastery fell, and her students in the Golden Deer house assumed the worst when they couldn’t find their beloved professor. They were overcome with joy, if not a little confused, when she reappeared after years of presumed death. Byleth’s keen strategy and battlefield prowess allowed her former students to retake Garreg Mach and begin the fight to save Fódlan.

Shane is a 24-year-old slightly muscular guy. During the day he's a mechanic in a car dealership. He loves his work, but he likes his partner a lot more, of course. His name is Mark, a 25-year-old muscle Adonis. He also works at the same dealership. This was the place where they met. They lived together for 4 years now. Both share the passion for balloons and keep the bedroom filled up with them. They kept them unpopped, but if occasionaly one failed, it did something to them too. Sometimes they popped for fun too.