Two young does sat in a fields west of First Warren. They were twins, Liberty and Independence, and little younglings at that. They were both 3 years of age, and trouble. Liberty had already mastered a bow and arrow, and her aim was fantastic. Independence was a slow learner, and shy.

The does had a little brother, but he and their father were presumed dead, as was their mother. They were far from now, in the middle of unfamiliar territory, and a storm was rushing in at high speeds.

Meanwhile

Lincoln fought through the winds, blowing faster and faster. He was searching, searching for survivors of the fall. He was only 13, but no one trusted him. Lincoln was a theorist, and ultimately had hundreds of genius ideas.

He wasn’t expecting what would happen next: he stumbled into two little does about the age of his younger brother.

next chapter in: Courage Fanfic!

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-Fleck Cove