"No, Tumnaooriel. I cannot allow you to guard him if you cannot fight. It would be too dangerous for you and for him. Take my horse and this dagger and prepare for the worst. I will protect Bulvard. I have a strange feeling that all of this has something to do with him, and he must be protected."
Tumnaooriel nodded reluctantly and took the knife from Elwyn. Just as she was about to get on the tall blood bay mare, another piercing howl sent a shiver up her spine. Whatever it was was getting closer.
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If a kid asks where rain comes from, I think a cute thing to tell him is "God is crying." And if he asks why God is crying, another cute thing to tell him is "Probably because of something you did."
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