NOTE: I DO NOT OWN LOST SAGA. THE NAMES ARE OF MY OWN CREATION. MARINA HAD HER NAME CHANGED TO THUS. ALL NAMES ARE SUBJECT TO CHANGE AS I WISH.

A woman, dressed in a psuedo-futuristic military uniform, sat cross-legged on her bed in the barracks-like building. Leaning on the aforementioned bed was a katana in a navy blue sheathe, a beret of an identical color with a silver band hanging from the pommel. The woman had long, scruffy and messy black hair, in a rough ponytail, and soft red eyes. Her name was Alicia Wulfstan, she was a member of the dreaded group The Legion, though now she was not sure if she belonged.

Alicia had always thought that the Legion had a holy duty, to stop the vile Order and it's perverted use of the Waypoints- science constructed and magic infused hubs of transportation- but nowit was all too clear that it was the other way around. The Order protected while the Legion destroyed the Waypoints. Their members were far kinder as well. Her commander- a gruff, blunt man named Arthur after the king- as well as most of her team showed no mercy, whilst Charlemagne de Sand's team, their enemy, showed nothing but it.

Now a choice lay before her: let life continue as it was and let the evil go unhindered, or leave and joing the Order, to make up for what she'd done in the past and make a difference. Suddenly, she nodded to herself, abd placed her beret back on, grabbing her weapon. Alicia left her quarters and stealthily left her base, her home for the last few years of her life. She paused long enough to slide a note under a former ally's door.

The next day, Fredierick, a brown haired and brown eyed German man, nervously passed Arthur a scrap of paper. The leader quickly examined it, then sighed, crushing the paper and tossing it away. He looked at the assorted men and women, then left the room, muttering to himself. Gabriel, a large, bad-tempered man, picked up the paper, and reopened it, smoothing it out. A few seconds later, his mind managing to understand what Alicia's elegant handwriting had said, roared in outrage and smashed a table clean in two, stating the gist of the letter. Marina, Alicia's sister, cautiously backed away from him.