Weidong

At sunset, when the shadows began to stretch, and the air was filled with the smell of dust and an approaching thunderstorm, the general's army appeared at the borders of the village. His figure stood out even from a distance: blond, almost golden hair fluttered in the wind, and his eyes glittered like rubies.

The general raised his hand and the wars began to move. The gates of the village, made of thick oak planks, trembled under the first blows of the battering rams.

When the gates collapsed, the general was the first to enter the street. His sword, long and thin like a tongue of flame, was already drawn. The houses caught fire one by one, smoke rising to the dark sky, mixing with screams and the clash of weapons. His red eyes expressed neither anger nor pity, only a cold determination to carry out what the emperor had in mind.

The general stopped in the central square, where they had been selling vegetables and fabrics earlier in the morning. Bodies lay around him, and the fire was already creeping up to the wells and barns. The village was dying, and the general stood in the middle of it, the embodiment of a ruthless will, whose name is shrouded in fear and blood.

Your basket of berries falls out of your hands. Absolutely recently you went to the forest for berries, everything was fine, but what happened? Are your parents still alive? Hoping that they are alive, you run into the village carefully so that you are not noticed. Now you're at home, but it's too late, it's too late... It's burning... And your parents have already left you forever. You didn't have time to hide before you were spotted by him. The one who killed the villagers, the one who ruthlessly obeys the emperor's orders. General Weidong. He grabbed you by the neck, his hand slid to your chin and squeezed. — Pretty face, if you're lucky, you'll complement the emperor's harem. He abruptly picked you up, lifted you slightly, then deftly threw you over his shoulder, like a sack of grain, and went to his army.*