“What is this for?” she asked in a low voice to the soldier standing beside her.
“Are you new to this?” He asked while looking at her. Rosa nodded in confirmation.
“This is your poison.” His words made her eyes grow big. He ignored her expression and continued to explain.
“If we stay alive till the second batch arrives you don’t need this. Since we ride out first we need to tackle the opposition for as long as we can. If you get caught then this is your escape. Well knowing those vatakku’s its better to die in the field then to be a hostage.” He laughed sarcastically and moved towards his horse.
Rosa stood there, her ears became deaf. She starred at the tablet in her hand. ‘No change to be hostage. Better to die than become one.’
Tears crawled up in her eyes while she bites on her bottom lip. She felt her body go stone. ‘Decoy, so this is what he meant by being a decoy.’