When you look out of the window as the Knights take another child from the orphanage this month, a strange feeling of anxiety makes your heart beat faster and your throat dry up a little.

Your questions were brushed aside every time, saying that God would reward young souls for their efforts, but the Order of the Sword could not lie and keep something from the citizens, the confidence in this was unshakable. All works are for the glory of the Creator, no matter what happens.

Many children began to notice that there were fewer of them, but everyone probably thought that they had found a family and was jealous. Like Nero, whom many shunned. He pulls at your robe, forcing you to bend down, and whispers as if it were a secret, and not the usual question of a curious child.

"Will they take me away too? Everyone wants the Knights to take me with them next time..."