[It's a long journey between Finland and Sweden, and even though he's having to travel more and more to visit his neighbour, Finland's still pretty sure he'll never get used to it. It's enough to put any man on edge, let alone one leaving behind the comfort and warmth of his own land and people. The sudden jolt of the ship is enough to set his heart hammering, as he leaps to his feet, a spell already on his lips and his hands on his riffle.
And then... and then nothing. He opens his eyes to a darkened sky - dawn or dusk? No, the light isn't right. Just dark, as though a storm is waiting to break. Was it a dream? Is he at Sweden's lands already? He can't be home - he can't feel the pull of the land or his people. Standing up and brushing himself off, he checks his rifle as he looks around, and as he does his heart sinks. This ruined city can't be anywhere but the silent world, and here he is in the dark, alone.
No, not alone. As he turns he spots the familiar figure of Sweden and he swallows down relief, hiding it from his features.]
Setting 2
And then... and then nothing. He opens his eyes to a darkened sky - dawn or dusk? No, the light isn't right. Just dark, as though a storm is waiting to break. Was it a dream? Is he at Sweden's lands already? He can't be home - he can't feel the pull of the land or his people. Standing up and brushing himself off, he checks his rifle as he looks around, and as he does his heart sinks. This ruined city can't be anywhere but the silent world, and here he is in the dark, alone.
No, not alone. As he turns he spots the familiar figure of Sweden and he swallows down relief, hiding it from his features.]
What happened? How did we end up here?