Please Return Back To The Kingdom, Tuile!

As everyone made their way off of the motionless vessel and began crossing the bridge, a young child four years old suddenly released his grip on the woman's hand. His tiny heart raced with fear as his eyes locked onto a stern figure clothed in black, who was vigorously patrolling the vicinity with a resounding gait. The boy knelt down and covered his ears, trying to silence the sounds of approaching footsteps. Memories of the night flames consumed his town flooded in his mind.

" Mama!" he called in distressed.