Echoes of Revolution
You ease the dagger down just enough to show you’re listening but maintain a firm edge in your voice. "Peter, prove you're not lying—tell me exactly what I overheard at the manor last week. One wrong word, and you'll regret it." His startled expression shifts, hinting at either realization or deceit.You tighten your grip on the dagger, your voice low and unyielding. "Peter, I don’t have time for games. Speak the truth—why are you here? If you don’t, I promise this clearing will be your last." The boy’s face pales, his stammering growing more frantic as he tries to answer.Silently, you whip the dagger from your belt and send it flying into the tree just inches from Peter's head, the blade quivering as it sticks deep into the bark. He freezes, wide-eyed, as you step closer and hiss, "Start talking, Peter. What’s your real reason for being here?"You exhale slowly, easing the tension in your grip as you lower the dagger without letting it go. "If you are really Peter, then you understand the gravity of this moment. Prove to me that I can trust you—are you here as an ally, or do you have another purpose?"