Daggler paced the room, back and forth he went, his hand on his sword. That doe was just like Helmer, in every way. She had that same look in her eyes, like Helmer did. That look of fire and hope. Daggler didn’t like it, he wanted her dead and that was what he was going to do. He was going to kill her. This would be the best way to get back at Helmer. He laughed at the thought, then he looked at his soldiers and said, “Be ready, because tomorrow we will be busy.” He then threw his head back and laughed. All the other rabbits joined in with him, as they threw their fist into the air.

The rabbit offer his hand to her again, but Layra slapped it aside. “Suit yourself,” the rabbit said shrugging.

“I don’t need your help, nor do I trust you,” Layra said, as she got to her feet and began dusting herself off.

“What is your name, if you donae* mind me asking that is,” He said.

“The name is Layra, and what about your name?” She didn’t really care what his name was, but she knew it was only polite to ask.

“Duncan, that’s my name,” he said, smiling.

“Well that is nice,” Layra said not really meaning it, “But I better go my twin sister is waiting for me, so I have to go. Were going to shoot our bows, so yeah…”

“Sounds nice, me and my brother shoot bows some, I’m muckle** better with claymore though.” Duncan said, softly.

Layra was about to say something when she heard Weezie say, “You can come with us if you want to.”

“I would love to come, that is if its okay with you.” he was looking at her, waiting for an answer. Layra wanted to say, no you can’t come with us, but that would be mean.

“I guess you can come. Do you have a bow?” she said, already regretting this decision.

“I have an extra one if he doesn’t have one,” Weezie said, eliminating that problem.

“Then let’s go!” Layra said, huffing as she walked off. How come Weezie always made her do things she didn’t want to do.

*do not

**much

Made him use so scotch words for fun...hope you guys liked this chapter!