It was a quiet evening in the kingdom and the wind was gently blowing the leaves of the trees.

Ezekiel spent the entire afternoon standing outside the gates of the kingdom, awaiting the return of one of his scouting team. the wind blew against his dark gray dreadlocks and light quick rains caressed his skin and clothes..

Shiva had long since hidden under a roof to avoid the rain. it was quiet when suddenly the gates of the kingdom opened revealing a wounded scouting group.

Ezekiel's shoulders dropped as did his smile.. he didn't expect to see bloody soldiers.. some of the soldiers had wounds on their temples, wounds on their bellies and arms.. everything.. time slowed down for him as he shouted loudly for medics "medic! the whole squad quickly!" He shouts

medics quickly gather in the square and help the wounded