A tiny voice asked, “Is he the one?” The other one nodded. “Yes. Finally, something has gone right. Finally, we will get what we deserve. This boy has the power to do great things, either with us or against us.” The first voice quivered, “Is it absolutely necessary to dispose of him?”
“Absolutely. There is, unfortunately, no other way.” He drew his sword from his sheath and took a strenuous jump onto the bed, took the sword and plunged it into the boy’s neck. A tiny bubble of blood came from under the skin. This sword though, would do nothing to the boy except create an irritating scab. The sword did not do any harm because it was a centimeter long. This sword was the sword of a mouse. A mouse in danger of mousetraps.