Greta was already getting scared; she had heard the fights going on outside but yet had no clue of who was winning or losing; none of them could predict what had happened since they were all locked up in the dungeon. She looked over at her parents who were in each other’s arms, one trying to comfort the other; the look of worry boldly sketched across their faces. Lena sat beside them on the bench, maintaining her calm demeanor, but Greta knew that wasn’t the true emotion she held within her.

Greta kept on pacing around the cell until she noticed the fighting sounds had stopped. Was it over? Who...