The three men in the corner of the terracotta garden ducked their heads low and talked in secret. One of these men was the King of China, a small, bearded man named Chi Po Fu, and the other two were his advisors. These three men had been huddled in the corner of the garden for hours now, discussing the way to execute the Samurai known as Chang.

"We should behead him with his own weapon!" The King suggested.

"No, that would be dishonourable. Killing a Samurai with his own sword breaks the noble Warrior Code. The people will either rebel against your rule, Chi, or they will flee you and never fight your battles again." The first advisor, a tall, black-haired, bespectacled man named Shan, warned.

"Forget the Warrior Code! I kill Chang with his own weapon, hang his head like a lantern in the middle of the city, and pay an executioner to behead anyone that rebels against my ruling! Simple!" The King spat back like a snake. But, what he didn't realise was that Chang was hiding behind a thorny hedge at the back of the garden, listening to all this...

It was late at night when Chang fled to the city to warn the people of the King. Many of the people-humble peasants, they were-would believe him, but there were some-Royalist Supporters, who grovelled at the King's feet like whimpering Shih Tzus-who wouldn't. And of course, the Royalists had higher power. But Chang refused to believe he was dead. He had a plan.

"I'll pay you fourty bronze coins if you can get me to the Shanwen riverbank by sunrise."

Chang smiled as the man nodded his head. This man would be his key to saving innocents and, of course, himself. Chang knew that it would cost him 80 bronze coins for a man to take him into the city by rickshaw. But, if he paid 40 bronze coins to get to the Shanwen riverbank by rickshaw, he only had to pay 30 to hire a boat that he could row into the Shanwen Lake, which was in the heart of the city. Then he could save lives.

A/N: This is the first story I've written which has had a big impact on me. It's made me think about how ruthless some tyrants can be. But I have decided that, to make my stories better, I have to think about it.

Yours sincerely,