Inside the large leather coated box, a set of old, rusty, medieval suit of amour. Ryan's eyes opened wide. It wasn't the first time he had seen the suit of amour but every time he looked at it, it astonished him. The box had been passed down from his grandfather to him as a gift before he left.
He was a warrior and fought against the fairies along side thousands of others soldiers. He was strong, but he was different compared to all the others. Grandfather told me a story once about the war via a letter. After Ryan had first read the letter, he felt that his grandfather had lost his mind but after reading it many times, he finally realised that this war is wrong.
"Dear Ryan
How are you doing? Are you keeping up with schoolwork? I am doing fine here. In fact, I have made some new friends. Between you and me, they are fairies but, don't get me wrong, they are fine people. I mean fairies. I have had time to converse with them when I went on a solo mission. According to them, they have a couple of different fairies. They have white Mage fairies, which specialise in healing others and summoning familiars. There are black Mage fairies, which specialise is the elements. Such as fire, water, air, earth, lightning and darkness. They learn these in school. Aside from that they are just like us. They go to school, learn about the world but the main difference from them and us is their body. If you ever find a fairy in trouble, please find a way to save it.
Love, your dear old grandfather."
