THE BURDEN OF CHOICES

Eleanor stood at the intersection of their boundaries, feeling the leaves rustle in the cool evening breeze. The setting sun created elongated shadows on the ground, producing a strange and dreamlike atmosphere. Facing her was Donald Grey, displaying his usual stern and unyielding attitude. They encountered each other in a public area, a neutral territory, trying to prevent the upcoming violence.

Donald, with a calm and determined voice, started, "Eleanor, a war among relatives is detested by the gods above all." We are related by blood. Certainly, we can discover a solution to prevent this.

Eleanor's demeanor briefly became less severe, showing a hint of the young girl who used to idolize her uncle. "I wish it was as easy, Uncle. However, Nathaniel's behavior has forced our hand. We need to bring back order and justice.

Donald's expression became stern. "Are you talking about order and justice?" "Or power and vengeance?"