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It was a huge festival in celebration of peace between nations. I remember lots of bold colors in drapes and scarves and adornments. At one point I saw someone being mistreated and I asked our chanpion to intervien. Our champion was a young man, a hero. Everyone loved him. he was the nation's golden boy. There was a fight and the champion was killed. I was overwrought with grief and guilt for having involved him. Some people wisked me away to our traveling caravans and it seemed like something was up or off but I was too upset to care. I was helped into a caravan and in it was a wooden scarecrow. It moved. It was alive. It shelled what was left of the champion's soul. It was a shell of a soul really, but it was scared and highly influencable.

During the trip, it became more and more obvious that the whole thing was a set up, but I was powerless to do anything and we talked about what could be going on. But we had no idea until we got home and our caravan was led into the coloseum and there we could see a huge man shaped construct, not made of wood but of metal and it was heavily armed. We both saw then that they were planning on putting his soul into that war machine. The people would support this becasue it was the golden boy they loved. And they would go to war.

We both also knew what had to be done, and it saddens me to this day. For I had little time to snuff the rest of the life from my own son.

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It was a huge festival in celebration of peace between nations. I remember lots of bold colors in drapes and scarves and adornments. At one point I saw someone being mistreated and I asked our chanpion to intervien. Our champion was a young man, a hero. Everyone loved him. he was the nation's golden boy. There was a fight and the champion was killed. I was overwrought with grief and guilt for having involved him. Some people wisked me away to our traveling caravans and it seemed like something was up or off but I was too upset to care. I was helped into a caravan and in it was a wooden scarecrow. It moved. It was alive. It shelled what was left of the champion's soul. It was a shell of a soul really, but it was scared and highly influencable.

During the trip, it became more and more obvious that the whole thing was a set up, but I was powerless to do anything and we talked about what could be going on. But we had no idea until we got home and our caravan was led into the coloseum and there we could see a huge man shaped construct, not made of wood but of metal and it was heavily armed. We both saw then that they were planning on putting his soul into that war machine. The people would support this becasue it was the golden boy they loved. And they would go to war.

We both also knew what had to be done, and it saddens me to this day. For I had little time to snuff the rest of the life from my own son.