She had lived among humans for many, many years, disguised as one of them. One of the enemy. But they didn't seem so bad, now that she was one of them, so to speak. They seemed almost... wonderful, to be around. She liked being there. She liked feeling loved for the first time in her cold, war driven life, and the decision to abandon her species and life for Horizon was a surprisingly easy one. Thus Atroxitus became Alis, and Horizon, and humanity, became her home. A sweet dream until the day her magic would fail her. But for now, a sweet dream indeed. The threat of war, though strong, tempered by compassion.

Yet she wondered: had her people always been so driven to war? And when the time came for her to fight again, which side would she choose?