We sent that particular wagon ahead, instructing the warriors to take them to a village close to the castle and make sure they got settled. I wanted that little boy close, I couldn't stand the thought of him waking up and realizing once again that he was alone, that his mother was no longer there to comfort him. His cried still echoed in my mind, his desperation as he tried to wake his mother, the streaming tears as he bounced on her chest as if he was preforming his own version of CPR. I just couldn't get that broken child out of my mind. My heart broke along with him, watching as he shattered in front of me, how he completely and utterly broke.
The boy reminded me of myself in that way, I just had it better than he did. I never knew anything other than being an orphan. I never knew my
