They were on uneven ground. One was a fighter, so grandthere were epics written about him. The other was a mere child, lost and forgotten by society. They faced each other on the battlefield, and the for a moment, the war stilled. The fighter knew hundreds of ways to kill this enemy standing in front of him. Yet he froze, looking at this child holding his sword against an unpassable threat. There was no fight of a soldier in his eyes, and so the fighter turned his back to him and let him live and become someone with steady ground under their feet.