A king on a golden throne addresses a crowded medieval hall with high ceilings, chandeliers, and stained glass windows, as guards stand watch.

People held their breath for every name that was called. The king was choosing the residents of the town to go to war, and it was being broadcast throughout the whole kingdom. People were sobbing in fear, as the king kept drawing the names from the box. Throughout the main hall, guards were ready to escort people to the frontlines. As the draw was coming to a close, I was paralysed, when I heard my name called. But I was alone. Knowing what was about to dawn on me, I drafted an escape plan to leave this horrible king. But it wouldn't be easy. Guards were already arriving, and they won't stop for hundreds of kilometres. So I had to think fast. See more