With a sword in hand, a shield on another arm, and the bag firmly across his body, the soldier and his comrades marched into a sturdy icy lake battle. It had been cold and snowing for weeks, so the lake provided a sturdy platform for war. But as it turns out, heavy weight and heat would break the ice. So human soldiers had a hard time balancing theirselves when the ice started cracking beneath their feet. The Lady and the elves were smart enough to stay out of the icy lake.


While trying to regain balance, many human made a retreat towards to shore. I say retreat, but it was more like a survival of the fittest where the fastest and strongest lives. The young soldier, like the others, made a mad dash for the shore. Every step made the ice crack more. Suddenly, he was pushed by one of his brother in arms who conveniently knocked the sword out his hand and the hilt of the sword hooking the bag while falling to the ice. Good news, the items in the box didn't crack, and the two items are far away from the stampede of soldiers. Bad news, the ice under him and the items was cracking and the items were ridiculously far apart from each other. The soldier would only have time to save one of those items before either of the item sinks or dying in the icy cold water.


Suddenly, the young soldier felts hundreds of eyes staring at him from the shore. Everyone knew no one has a spare sword, and that you cannot survive the battlefield without one. While the bag beckons him to save it. Save the memories it held and the passion it serves. But if he did not save is sword, he might be treated as a deserter, and people he holds dear might suffer for it... But the tea kit, the mentor held dear to it, it was a valuable gift! How could he abandon it? Should he still fight this war? What should he do?


Time is ticking, ice is cracking, and items are falling. The soldier gathers his resolve and made a dive for...