Sarah Gallo leaned up against the wall of her basement, tapping her fingers against it impatiently. She could still hear the sirens wailing outside, signifying yet another raid by Elynwan's sorcerers. She knew that out in the gleaming capital city of her home kingdom, Adreridon, fireballs and ice shards were falling from the sky as quickly as rain, desperately trying to pierce the shield of energy covering the entire city. Every so often, an Elynwan soldier would get through the boundary, only to be quickly taken down by the waiting infantry and their superior gunpowder-powered machines. Almost immediately after Adreridon had armed its armies with guns and cannons, Elynwan had begun to lose the war. Sarah didn't understand any of it. She didn't get why Elynwan insisted on attacking like this with such out-of-date methods. At nineteen years old, Sarah had graduated from the city's finest high school only last year, electing to move away from her parents and find an apartment of her own. She was doing fine living alone, but it had become a hard life as of late due to the ongoing war. She was skinny, and had short, dirty-blond hair that reached a bit past her chin. Her clothes consisted of a long-sleeved orange shirt, a worn-down pair of blue jeans, and some black-and-white sneakers. Her eyes were a bright, shining shade of blue, the color that often signified a user of magic, which she most certainly was: she held power over the dangerous element of electricity, able to fire bolts of lightning from her fingertips with but a thought. Sarah had once lived in a town in Elynwan with the rest of her family, but they had moved away to experience the quality of Adreridon's bustling cities.