Hey guys here is chapter 20! I hope you like it! I think it is the best chapter I have done yet, at least that I actually like. I got a new app and it’s helping a lot! 😉 I have brought in a character that we all love and no it is not Duncan, but I will give y’all a hint, he is related to Smalls.

And hey can you guys please pray for me, I haven’t been myself lately and I’ve not been that nice lately. My mom says I’m usually happy and cheerful, but I haven’t been lately. So, if you guys could pray for me, that would mean so much!

May God bless each and every one of you!

May place beside you, my blood for y’alls till the green ember rises, or the end of the world!

Rissy or Marisa Grace P. 😉

P.S. It’s a little longer than usual

Sandy gently laid Jenny down on the floor, he then bent down beside her and looked at her arm. It was covered in blood, he turned his head as he ripped off a piece of his shirt and wrapped it around her arm, binding it tightly. She cried out in pain.

He gently laid her head in his lap as tears poured down his face damping his golden fur. “I am so sorry this is all me fault,” he said, as she laid a hand on his face, tears pouring down her own.

“It’s nae yer fault, it was me choice to come, donnae blame yer self,” she said her voice weak and shallow.

Sandy looked at her as he shook his head, “But it is me fault, it always is. It was me fault that me mother and father died, all because I was too weak to do anything. I’m selfish and it should be me nae ye or them, they should still be alive, but they are nae, because of me. What is wrong with me, why do good rabbits have to die?” He said as he watched Jenny the love of his life.

She smiled at him weakly. “It is nae yer fault that they are dead, bad things happen for a reason, but that doesnae mean that ye need to take yer anger out on yer self or anyone else. I love ye, and I am going to be just fine, because I keen that ye will be with me nay matter what happens.” Her voice was growing weaker.

Sandy smiled at her as he fought back tears, he laid his head on hers, as he said as the tears over flowed, “Why? Why do ye have to be so brave?” More tears poured down his face and he cocked his ear as he heard something. Footsteps coming their way. His heart started racing, beating fast against his chest. He laid his hand on his claymore, but then a look of relief spread over his face as Amos entered the room.

Amos was followed by a reddish colored doe and a white buck with black in his fur. The buck was wearing fine clothes and he was tall and roguishly handsome. Amos ran toward them followed by the doe and the rather handsome buck. Amos fell to his knees in front of them, tears pouring down his face. The doe looked at Sandy, a wild look in her teal eyes as she said, “What did ye do to her, ye monster!”

Sandy looked at her, he was about to speak when he heard Jenny say her voice weak, “This is Sandy, Cassandra and he didnae do anything.” Jenny started to cough and Sandy held her in his arms.

“It’s okay, breathe,” he said, softly.

“We need to get her out of here,” the buck said, his voice smooth, his grammar perfect.

Sandy looked at Jenny who was still coughing, then at the buck. “Who are ye and how can we trust ye?”

“You can call me Whit and you have to trust me, you have no other choice, she will die if we do not get her out of here, now,” the buck said, as he began casting his eyes all around.

“Ye can trust him, he is a good friend of mine,” Cassandra said.

Sandy looked at Jenny, her face was pale, her breathing weak and shallow. They were right, they needed to get her out of here. Sandy looked at Whit as he nodded his head, “But I’m going out with ye.”

“Nay, ye will nae,” Jenny said her voice grown even weaker as she added, “Ye need to get Duncan and Angus out of here. I will be fine.”

“If that is what ye want, then I will do it for ye. I will get them out,” he said as he kissed her on the forehead.

“Good, because I have an idea,” Whit said.