They woke up to smoldering ashes the next morning. Rose looked over at Protector; he seemed to be moving around as if last night hadn’t happened.
“Where are you going to go now?” he asked.
“I do not know, I failed my mission, to them I am as good as dead.” She got up and dusted herself off and began to pick up her gear.
“Well. . . I do not know what to say to that”
“Finally a loss for words boy?” she smirked at him.
“Boy?” he shot her a jesting glance, “Who are you to call me a boy? Who was the one who took out a general last night?” a hollow smile touched his lips.
“Yes boy, always boy until you earn to be called man to me”. He scoffed her off, they worked on taking down there little camp when Protector’s ears picked up something, He darted just as a dagger hit the tree behind him. In his roll he drew little sister; Strength still lay on the ground by where he slept. His eyes darted throughout the tree line no one, he saw no one. “Look out!” he shouted but Rose was already ahead of him her weapons where out and she was scanning the trees too.
There was only silence not even the birds or squirrels where moving. The forest stood still. “No. . .” was all Protector could say before a blunt force cracked him on the back of his head and he was down. He looked up vision blurring, there was a man dressed in black carrying Rose’s limp form. His hair was long shaggy and nearly black, a large ugly scar was born on his left check and he was unshaven, he looked back at Protector with the same sharp hazel eyes. Protector’s head spun rapidly “Father…?”, his vision blurred and darkness came upon him.
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