Bow drawn, arrow nocked and ready for loosing, the boy stared at his former friend, brother, who lay dying on the ground, with their sister dead next to him.

"Why'd you do this?" he whimpered, mostly to himself. "Why did it have to be this way?"

Anguished, he threw his head back to Percy and shouted, "Give me the order!"

When Percy was less than forthcoming with it, he teared up and screamed over his shoulder, "GIVE ME THE ORDER!"

Percy walked up to the boy, who couldn't have been older than 14, and grasped the hand holding the arrow.

"Stand down, soldier," Percy ordered gently.