For me, my world is not the star which be called The Earth; but someone who has a little dream; across from his responsibility to rule his people, his kingdom. Someone who has a kind-heart and love living peacefully; which across from his position to lead his ten-thousands of man-at-arms to kill the enemies, who come to usurp his home.    ForewordThis is very one-shot fiction more like one scene? (about 1K words).Its a story of Yifan and Zitao in some old era of China which was told in Zitaos point of view. They were having a war with some of minorities that gathered themselves together and stood up agianst Yifans kingdom.I dont good at English much and I do not have anyone to beta my grammar or missspelling or word using. SO, please let me know if it has some mistakes. :)