On the empty streets, Kaen was walking slowly, wearing a big white hoodie. His hands were tucked deep inside his pockets. Beside him, his friend Mosin was walking too — both silent, both lost in their little world. There were very few people on the streets. The wide stone road felt hollow, quiet….
Mosin glanced sideways. "Kaen, why are you so quiet today?"
Kaen looked straight ahead. Hey, "Mosin… do you want to fight in this war?"
Mosin blinked. "Huh? I'm only twelve, Kaen. How can I fight in a war?"He tried to smile. "But when I grow up… I'll fight for sure. Then you'll see. I'll become important. Just like the big heroes!"
Kaen's eyes stayed low, his voice soft. "Mosin… do you think I can fight in this war?"
Mosin replied quickly, "Of course! You're a Sub-Elite, right? But… you're also twelve. Our time is supposed to be for playing…"
Kaen looked up at the sky slowly. "Mosin… have you ever heard of a twelve-year-old boy becoming a hero?"
