‘You probably just beheaded him..’ chuckled Anja, her giggle echoing in the silence of the night.
‘That is how battles are won my child, not wars’. Old Thorsten said with a sigh, straightening his back, already some signs of scoliosis there.


‘So pain gives birth to gain?’
‘Yes, my majesty’
he nodded…..
‘and oppression gives birth to uprising’
another faint nod…
‘As they say, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Right?’