Heavy rain splattered on the wet ground, mixing with the black sand. A family of five was pushed outside into the rain. Dark clouds had engulfed the entire kingdom as everyone waited for the fate of that family.
"We have to save our kingdom. The lives of five to save a thousand more. This war shall be our last, and we shall remember the lives of those who fought for us," a voice said loudly, pulling a dagger from its sheath. "And another life to cleanse the death we are about to create."
One of the children peeked from their mother's bosom. The child's eyes were filled with tears, yet there was something dull glinting behind them.
"Please don't kill my children, please... take my life, but not theirs," the woman begged, using her body to protect her children. Her husband joined in, pleading,
