Okay so I decided to stop my old fanfic because of various reasons. I wanted to write another one so here it goes. ************************ “And the next thing you must know in war is to never underestimate your opponent, but none the less don’t be scared. Use tactical sense though. Some bucks don’t use tactical, nor common, sense.” Leco Navto said glaring at some of his students.” Yessir”, a young buck newly enrolled in the battle department said. His name was Plyke. His family had died in the War of Ayman Lake. His brother Massie Burnson was captured or killed. His sister had developed an unknown illness and died. He was alone but not broken. He was mad at the raptors and wolves, but was not bitter. He was a nice looking young buck and was kind and keen and aware. Like his brother, he was a natural archer. Oh how he missed Massie and Lily, his dead sister. And the pain of losing his parents. It was a real weight on his soul. Unbearable to most rabbits. “The next thing you need to know is which weapon to use and at what moment to use it”, Leco said. “Wise”, an annoying buck, around Plyke’s age, named Timothy replied. Plyke rolled his eyes at this. He kept quiet though because he didn’t want to disrespect a Lord Captain.” And the final thing that you need to know before we go into combat is to never give up hope. Now get your bushy tails out on the field and practice on one another” Leco said ending the class.” Okay sir” Plyke said as he saluted his Master. And that’s when they came. Well, there it is. Sorry for the weird names. I just made up random stuff. Lol. #Massie’sbro #anuntoldtale #Wierdnames