Some birds are never meant to be caged, their feathers too vivid, their songs too wild. Aaron Coulson, a man of 37 winters and the erstwhile commander of the Knights of Eagle Rest, harbored a soul akin to such untamed creatures. He found himself in the bleak captivity of Moon Goddess Village, his gaze deep and oceanic as it swept across the star-strewn skies of the southern wilderness. Yet, in his iron-clad confinement, his thoughts soared far beyond the bars of his window.
The mind of Aaron Coulson, former captain of the cavaliers, wandered back a decade, to a time marked by the stirring of war drums between the Beastmen Empire and the Glorious Federation. It was a frigid early winter when the conflict first ignited, compelling every lord of the empire to muster troops in accordance with the population they governed. Knighted and honored, Coulson naturally took up the mantle to lead the conscripted forces from Eagle Rest.