This week Nekneeraj has chosen a picture from booklikes.com as our prompt.
Their leader was missing, cut down and dragged away to a foreign land.
They stood and mourned his loss, but it was his destiny.
Every year the tallest and strongest was taken and sent off to be erected in a place called Trafalgar Square and decorated with abundance, colour and lights.
Such a contrast from the grey mist covered hills.