The two sisters were protesting against the forced demolition, and the next second they were transported to an ancient battlefield filled with blood and fire.
The elder sister is a modern lawyer and the younger sister is a medical student, both of whom have become refugees.
Seeing a powerful man riding a horse and trampling a baby in the street, my sister blocked the road and angrily shouted: "According to the law, you must be killed!"
The prince, who was sitting high on the horse, sneered: "The law? Here, I am the law."
Among the refugees my sister treated that night, someone handed me a token: "You two girls, do you want to bring him down?"
We looked at each other and smiled - let this ancient powerful man have a taste of the power of modern means.
