“You killed them!” Reid shouted.

“No,” I say in a cold, harsh tone. “I saved them.”

I look down at the blood soaked on my hands and my bloodied knife beside it.

Just below lie hundreds of dead rabbits; their fur covered in sticky blood.

“How?” Reid yells full of pure rage. “The village’s main source of food are the rabbits and you’ve killed them all!”

“Yes, Reid, I did because if I didn’t we’d be the ones dead!” I shout back.

I grab a dead bunny and rip open its flesh and show Reid the dark, black goo within its body.

“This,” I point to the black goo, “is poison. The village had been poisoned. If we eat these rabbits we are all dead!” I breathe and explain, “The rabbits would’ve died anyways, but it would’ve been far more brutal.”

Reid shakes his head in astonishment and horror.

“Who did you think did this?” He whispered.

“The king.”