The Warrior’s Rose
Reinhart Fields stuck to the shadows as he made his way down the street. Overhead, he heard the familiar hum of the airships as they patrolled the city. Ever since war had broken out months ago, they’d been doing nightly patrols, though it was hard to tell if they were looking to keep the citizens safe or to keep them under lock and key. There were curfews in place and certain forms of identification were needed to be out after dark. The sort of paperwork Reinhart didn’t have, so when one of the foot guards came into view he quickly ducked into the doorway of a shop.
His heart hammered loudly in his chest as he waited, hoping to go unnoticed. The world seemed to slow down as the mechanical horse, its inhuman eyes glowing vibrantly red, clopped by. It was a thing of cop
