Going on his way, he carried the heavy, blood-stained sack with him across the dirt road that sat in the luscious fields.

Still, he didn’t mind the opportunity to finally walk the trail alone; the lively, verdant trees swayed in the gentle breeze along with the colorful flowers that occupied the sides of the dirt path.

While marching down the road, he saw a few village kids playing by the trail, kicking rocks and playing with sticks. It was clear by how they were swinging their sticks that they were pretending they were swords.

Playing Knights n’ Thieves? He thought.

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