(The previous morning)
Zedan, the Desert Continent. It used to be home to the First Order, but political instability caused its fall. A country once home to many great warriors and kings, is now nothing but a poverty-stricken wasteland, led by the lackeys of the Seventh Order.
In a random village near the Coi Desert, we take a look at a fourteen year-old boy named Saber. He was dark-skinned, with hazel eyes and black, long, large dreadlocks which a few of them hung in front of his face. He went shirtless, like most men did in Zedan, and wore shorts made of animal hide.
He was running across the village, headed for a river to the south.
When he got to it, he noticed that the riverbed was all dried up.
"What...? No... NO!! Where's all the water?!!" He looked down his left. The river was dried up completely. The same was true to the right.
"This can't be... there was water here yesterday..."
