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TW- BLOOD/MENTIONS OF DEATH/HARSH BEHAVIOR/PROFANITY 

WC- 2213

--THIRD POV---

"We love you dearly, (Y/N), but with love, comes sacrifice." The girl's parents held her tightly in their warm, welcoming arms for the very last time. Bitter sobs the parents had shared held back were drooling down their swollen cheeks. The tears were being held back like a leaking dam begging to burst open, flooding all that came in its path. The girl had not understood what was happening, for she was only eleven years old. She was only just awakening in the harsh world that surrounds her. "We are only doing this to show you how amazing the world can be without us. With our sacrifice, the world could finally grant you the respect you deserved long ago, my dear."

(Y/N) looked behind her saddened parents to find her younger brother, Tommy, taken away by the brutal guards' force. She couldn't help but ignore her parents' words and focus on the blonde kid being taken away. But why was all of this nonsense even happening?  Only yesterday she was running in the fields carelessly with her younger brother. Everything and everything she had loved was being ripped away from the souls of her bare hands. 

The world was in a state of mass war, but with the sacrifices of many lives, peace could reign on the lands once again. The ever-growing hope to release the world from the deadly sins that purloin the lives of the innocent. A chance to guide nature back to its peaceful green state, where the butterflies fly with passion and the bees buzz while harvesting pollen from the delightful daisies sprouting from the hydrated soil.

The mother pecks the girl's cheek while the father squeezes the mother's arm comfortingly. "You will understand the beauty of love when you grow into the beautiful young lady you are fated to be," she lets out a small sniff with salted wet tears streaming down her faded pink cheeks, gripping onto her child as if she were the wires to the child's life support. "We will always be here to watch you grow, even if you can't even see us."

The guards in bloodied iron armor yanked the parents away from the lonesome girl who was now crying out, reaching for her parents and younger brother. "Stay strong," the mother had screamed through her brutal cries as the belligerent guards bound her delicate hands, along with her father's who didn't resist as much as she had.

The young boy was now out of her sight. She had allowed the stream of tears buckling up inside her head to go free. 

Another pair of powerful hands now held the small girl from running to her captive family. A young male, aged fourteen, held the girl from running off to the aggressive guards that were now out of sight, throwing the girl's parents in a small wagon that was carrying many other adults out of the small village that was now on fire.

The Fire erupted from all around them as the boy swooped the small girl's figure to save her from the beastly fire that would have eaten her alive in only a matter of seconds. "Where am I going," was the only phrase to make its way out of the young girl's chapped, crisp lips as the older male was running away to a clear valley up ahead.

"Home." His low monotone voice soothed through the gentle breeze of the wind caressing through every bit of their bodies, giving them a sense of relief from the fire. With every step taken, the girl could hear the occasional clank of his sword thrown over his back. The girl could get a quick peek at the mysterious male. He had his hair up in a tight pink bun while wearing a long-sleeved white tunic with a low-cut neck, and some brown Baris pants.

"Home?" She questioned while her voice wobbled a bit from all the shed tears.

"Home."