The battle was long, but as it wrapped up, I went to the lookout to see the spoils of my first battle, and I tensed. I'd seen this scene before. This was the vision I'd had. Even the smell of the burning city smelt the same as it did when I'd first seen it.
''Your grace?'' Andrew came over to me, and despite knowing what he was about to tell me, I played along with the script.
''Yes?'' I replied.
''The children and all those who stood down, have been moved to the prisons.'' He told me, ''We'll move the children to homes once the war is over.''
''And the rest of them?'' I asked, as I watched the Dragons flying around in the air, enjoying the smoke and fire.
''They're already being executed.'' He answered.
''Good.'' I said, as I looked at him, ''I don't want a single one of them to sur
