The voices in Rags’ head urged her on as she raised her sword, and she knew the Chieftain could hear the same words. Fight. Fight! FIGHT. Fight or die! Kill or die! They charged, for the last time. But as they did, Rags heard another voice. It was quiet, but it spoke in her mind, a younger voice, from twenty-odd years ago. The voice of a King. It whispered to her. This is not who we are. It made her falter. Rags hesitated as the other Chieftain screamed at her. She heard the voice in her head, louder than the rest. Remember.
