Now enlisted in the army, Borgrim landed on a boat onto the continent of Seacea. Time for some revenge, he thought, as he marched into enemy territory. Still unloading it's passengers, the boat suddenly exploded, and a battle ensued. The soldiers from the many boats were now facing a huge wave of Seaceans and their magics, their color changing eyes mad with rage. Most of his squad already dead, he ran past all of the confusion deep into the foreign forest. This isn't what he imagined at all, scared and trapped behind enemy lines with no hope for escape. It wasn't long before he was eventually caught, and brought together with other prisoners of war into a village.
He had heard that Seaceans sometimes kept humans as pets, but it seems like this was common practice, at least in this village. Humans were kept as workers, entertainers, something to abuse to relieve frustration. He knew that his life from now on was all downhill from here, especially since he was adopted by the village leader and his family. He had no idea of the grand quest that he would soon embark on.
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