She had invaded your kingdom. Well your parent’s kingdom. You stood in a line, at the very end. Hands tied behind your back in rope a muzzle tied behind your head forcing you to stay quiet. You shook in anger and fear. Tears streaming down your face. You heard each gun shot and then one of your siblings hitting the ground.

One by one they went down the line. They had taken everything. Your land, your resources, your air and sea docks yet they still killed.

You swallowed as you felt the cold metal of a barrel touching the back of your head. Your head retched back