Chapter 96 Byron
A long time ago… There was a small village. Name long forgotten for it had happened far too long.
A boy lived there, walking by the creek, living his life. His father and mother worked on the farm.
"Arthur, don't go too far. I am making your favorite food today." His mother smiled at him.
"Okay, mom." Arthur kept on walking as the neighbors greeted him.
"Look at you, looking so handsome and bright. Take this sweet potato with you."
Arthur smiled sweetly. "Thanks, auntie."
"Oh my." The auntie put her hand on her chest due to how adorable he was. "Be safe and listen to your mother, okay."
"Okay, auntie." Arthur made his way to the grassland where he usually played. But then he saw something.
A large group of men marched, thumping the earth, and they broke into a jog before they screamed and dashed.
"Destroy the village! Leave no one alive!"
Arthur panicked and ran home only to see a man stabbing a sword through his mother's heart.