The Growth History of a Soldier

The beacon fire swept through the border areas, and the fortified cities were reduced to scorched earth. A group of weather-beaten teenagers crawled out of the pile of corpses. Hold tightly the broken blade that was torn from the dead man's hand. "There is no way out." The young man with the scar on his face wiped the blood and tears from the corners of his eyes and looked at the desolate mountains. They split thorns and built walls with stones.