Déjà vu?

A man who is about to be executed is tied down and bound to a pole; he is covered in sweat and looking at the sand, he keeps muttering words to himself as tears stream down his cheeks. With the sun shining on him like a spotlight and a thousand eyes fixed on the criminal who was about meet his maker, the northern sea breeze had never been more ecstatic. Despite the fact that he was deaf to the screams and yells, he raised his head to be the first to hear a faint clattering sound coming from the locked exit, increasing in intensity until it stopped completely......

BANG! The iron door blasts open, and the whole crowd goes silent as the long-awaited moment finally presents itself. A hero for some and a war criminal for others, he accepts his fate, knowing the consequence of his actions was only but an execution.

A woman in her mid-twenties emerges from the blasted exit. The five stars on each shoulder of her pure white uniform pointed to the rank of general, no less. The man was overcome by either terror or bloodlust as soon as he saw her blonde hair that reached her collar. He appeared to have witnessed the Reaper himself. On her waist was a sword, which swung, making a clattering sound as she walked swiftly through the arena to approach him. Taking it out of its sheath, she puts her sword under the man's chin and forces him to look into the eyes of his executioner with a wild grin. The arena is echoing with her words.

"You have been found guilty of multiple royal family assassinations! MY FAMILY! Oh brave soldier, murder is a crime punishable by death! And I…. am your executioner." Her words sent a chilling shudder down his spine. "Bring them in!" She gave the order, and in a matter of seconds, he saw both of his companions standing in front of him with swords held to their throats. You are doomed and have two options: Which person ought to I kill? Which one of the boy or girl will it be? You should think of it as a way of saving one of them, being the optimist that you are, soldier. However, in the event that you are unable to respond to my question, both of them will be slaughtered in front of your pretty blue eyes." He begged,

"Please! " As he gained enough strength to speak, "Instead, just execute me! Please!" The General swung in a split second through the boy’s neck. Cutting through it with her razor-sharp sword was like inserting a hot knife into butter.

"Wrong! ….. Answer! soldier." As she struck the girl's neck with a second flash, she yelled out, "Either you join the ranks and get a new start, or you die a pitiful death like your friends.

Recently, it was discovered that a brain with a severed head can process new information for up to three minutes. Would you attempt to call them and see if they answer? They are still watching you, even if they don't answer.?Now isn’t that a dilemma?" she daunted, while she got on her knees and reached in for a tight hug with the man in front of her and hissed, "I... Always knew... You would die... In my arms... Malory...."

The End?