Claire admits fault.

"It was me!" Claire shouts to your dad "I was playing with fire...I wanted to see how big it could get!"

Claire can't help but grab her knees in her arms, curling up in the fetal position. "I'm sorry....please...I'm sorry!!!" she cries.

Your dad's eyes grow wide..."Claire....whyyyy?!" he mumbles "You were our prized possession. You were our loyalty...our...lady of the lands."

Your village is able to succumb the fire, ceasing it in it's place, even though over three quarters of the land got enveloped into flames and it's going to cause such a devastating winter. "Claire..." your dad starts "There is only one way I know that we can keep our village..." he sighs loudly.

"I'm sorry Dad..." Claire cries "I'm sorry mom..." she looks over at you before wiping the tears in her eyes

"We can't do this..." your mom pleads "We can try to grow as many herbs as possible...maybe we can support the Errian army and survive throughout winter..."

"Hush.." your dad orders "It's our only way..." his face is staring into the ground, "if we can't supply enough herbs to support the army for the winter then we need to supply some women..."

Claire's eyes grow wide, "Dad...please..." she pleads to her father. She is quickly put into her place, her father slaps her hard against her cheek as she falls to the ground in pain "ahhhh..." he looks at her "You did this to yourself..." he continues "Since we do not have enough food for the winter to support our Errian army, you now must give your body to the soldiers and hope for the best..." you hear a sniffle from your dad as he finishes his sentence.

"Dad....." Claire starts to cry. "Please......."