"Ya...no kidding. There's only one way to help these kids now... We gotta bring em back to castle Coldbourne." "How are you gunna help them, Alex?" Anne asked him. "Well for one they won't be child soldiers anymore. Let's do that now." He said as he cleared his throat. "Hey! Drop your weapons! You ain't soldiers anymore!" He stated. Soon after, the clinging of bows hitting the ground filled the streets. They all dropped their weapons at once. "Second of all! I order you to only follow my orders, if you want to! You're kids! Live a little!" Alex demanded. The children stood around, and some seemed to be discussing things now. One of the kids up front spoke up. "Wait. Isn't that a paradox?" The boy said as he took off his hood to reveal a face of maybe fourteen years. He had red Curly hair and freckles. "What do you mean is that the paradox?" Alex asked him, "Well, if you order us not to follow your orders, aren't we following your order to not follow your orders? And if we don't follow your order now, wouldn't we continue following your orders?" Alex looked at the kid, dumbfounded, "Well...he's got you there." Anne said jokingly.