Rose lay on the floor, her life slipping away. Clutching her neck, her vision dimmed, surrounded by the voices of her people.
A prisoner since her third day in this new world, she recalled meeting a leader who sought only her body.
Though she agreed reluctantly, he treated her better than expected, and even now, in her final moments, no ill feelings lingered; he was gone.
Goblins emerged, savagery in their wake, killing the leader and sorting captives into those to be devoured and those to be spared.
Amidst the chaos, Rose found herself wondering if her slender frame was the reason she escaped their gruesome fate.
Looking at the sky, its beauty contrasted with the pain that lingered. The lush forest and vibrant trees seemed like a peaceful haven, yet one thing remained unresolved: ''Lucius,'' his voice weak, called out to the human responsible for their plight.
