The village was quiet until the sound of marching boots echoed through the streets. Royal Guards clad in black armor stormed the village square. Villagers stepped back, trembling as the captain stepped forward, his voice sharp and cruel. “The king has ordered that you bring your strongest warrior to the Battle of Death!” he shouted. “Choose your strongest sons or daughters now. If you do not say yes… there will be consequences.”mothers cry, elders pray
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