death of a child

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I sighed as I took another sip of my coffee, savoring the taste. I smiled grimly as I stared at the setting sun.

I lived in brundland fief, or castle if you must. Well, not in, more like outside. I live in a cabin in the forest outside of the castle with my apprentice Adela. We're rangers, and fight the battles before they get to the people.

"Echo. Hey Echo. Hey, hey Echo! Hey, hey, hey. Hey Echo!" I moaned and turned to my apprentice. "Morning Adela, ming shutting up?" She rolled her eyes and stood beside me taking a sip of coffee as well.

I sipped the remainder of my coffee and slipped into the cabin, quickly putting my cup on the table. Adela came after me and set hers down to, only half finished.

"Echo, can I go on your morning search?" She asked quietly, and I chuckled. "Didn't I promise you would come yesterday?" I asked, and a grin broke out on her face.

We watched the sun rise and then went to go saddle our horses. My horse was named Sky, she has shaggy hair as white as clouds. Adela's horse was named Cocoa, she had shaggy hair as well and had brown hair, a few black spots.

We rode in silence out into the woods. Adela looked happy, Andi smiled sidelong at her. "Echo!" Someone yelled, and it wasn't Adela. I whipped around and pointed an arrow at the shouter.

It was my best friend, Johnathon. "John, what's up?" I asked and he looked around, looking scarred. "The people, evil, coming, I'm sorry, run." I raised an eyebrow at him until I heard something move and he turned and ran.

"Kings ranger, stay where you are!" I yelled, but it didn't help. They ran out of the bushes and the next thing I saw was black. I knew it was knocked out, but what had happened?

After what felt like centuries I woke up. A nurse was standing above Mr with a cheerful face. "Glad your awake, ranger." I caught a country accent.

"You've been down about an hour, found ya at noon, we did." I nodded, but my neck stiffened as I thought of something.

"Where's my apprentice..." I asked and she rubbed the back of her neck. "Well..." She let her voice trail off and she paled.

"She's dead."

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