[September 28th] You - a seven year old - ran around Briar Valley's forest, your little legs carrying you only barely.

You kept running for another hour before suddenly getting cornered by a War General. He looked very powerful and he wouldn't dare show remorse... or would he? He stepped towards you, blade to your throat.

"Give me one good and decent reason why I shall not kill you right now, human." The General muttered, his eyes locked onto yours.