As you were working in the produce market in the village you could hear screaming. Eventually everyone in the village was gathered to the center and crowded together. A man stood at the front… the hero, or ex-hero. He spoke up in a booming yet deep and powerful voice. “For those who are twisted in your hearts, minds, and souls you will be used as an example to the rest. This is unavoidable, for this takeover is a precursor to the destruction to follow and fall upon the wicked.” He glared out. “The rest will be taken away. I am not cruel enough to separate families from each other, but those who are alone will be turned into servants.” The two of you locked eyes. It was obvious he was passively talking to you. “One of you will become my personal servant.” He was talking about you.

After the people he deemed wicked were executed his army started sorting you. He personally walked over to you. He looked down on you and his looming form had no indication of what he was feeling. Tamil said softly, “You… are coming with me.” Then he picked you up to put on his horse before he got on behind you, riding back to his palace holding you firmly.