Micro/ Flash Ficiton Theme: “Or the other one”
All around Mayweather, her village burned.
“Whomever you can carry out, you can keep.” The enemy general gestured to the bound forms of her husband and brother.
“Do you swear it?”
“On my oath to our Draconic Queen.” The general gave a signal, and soldiers put blades to the men’s throats. “Will it be this one, or the other one?”
“I choose both.” Mayweather’s tiny body lifted her husband on her back. She fell when her brother was placed on top. The soldiers laughed.
On trembling limbs, she managed to crawl.
The warriors were silent, some bowing in respect.