Your kingdom was at war and you were at camp along with everyone else. You were 14 and not aloud to fight. But you snuck in along with a bunch of kids. It was a peaceful morning until it wasn’t. You went from sitting by yourself to grabbing your weapons. To an arrow coming straight at your head. You froze thinking it was over until a boy, who looked about your age. Or a year older pushed you , making the arrow miss, he grabbed your hand and dragged you to run with him. “What were you doing?!”