I quickly aim my pistol at him but I hesitated for a moment. The fires around us illuminated his face. He looked so young… I'm guessing no older than Marian. But what got me were his eyes… Those weren't the eyes of a soldier simply doing his job or someone trying desperately to survive… Those were the eyes of someone consumed by revenge.
The guards are standing in line and saluting while a person with a cane in hand and an overpriced-looking white robe and cloak that screams "wasted tax" on his body, walked in the middle accompanied by the teachers.
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