A scout approached, kneeling in the dirt. "My Lord Arkhan, the enemy forces have gathered at the river pass. They are led by a young warrior who wields the Light of the Sun."
"Do it," she whispered, looking up at him without fear, her eyes filled with tears of frustration. "Kill me." Arkhan
"I was once like you," Arkhan said, stepping forward. "Full of hope and righteous fury. But the world does not bend to the will of the pure. It bends to the strong." A scout approached, kneeling in the dirt