I must not... It's wrong!
You hold your breath, lessening your grip on the knife. You close your eyes and pray for what seems like an eternity. The river’s steady stream drowns out your fears, transporting you once more back in time — but only for a second.
Opening your eyes reveals that the man has made his way back towards the forest where the other soldiers are searching. Relief courses through your veins as you hold your child. It was time to move.