Four Years

A woman, clad in shining, plate armor stood at the edge of the walls of the city of Alvora. She had short, round ears on top of her head that were black in color and a small white, nubby tail behind her.

Ever since she took command of the supply depot four years ago after the betrayal of General Elzha, she had made it a point to patrol the city's fortified walls every dawn. The city had essentially turned into a fortress during the time that she took command, and it's citizenry had started to slowly trickle back into the city.

It was no longer just a supply depot for the army, but a functioning city under martial law. While not an ideal situation, after such a long and drawn-out war, the locations the citizens had been relocated to were running out of space and supplies to care for them. There was no option but to return home.

"General Pana! General!"