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Down the path, a figure stumbled. From his vantage point, Lindo could make out that it was likely Everson, who had been visiting almost every day since his father went to war. Everson's father happened to be Luego, the first-born son of the king's general. Despite being just 13 years old, Everson and Lindo, who was 15, were close cousins, almost like second cousins. Lindo, with his brown hair, stood tall for his age, donning a white shirt, black pants, and a long sword at his side. He also wore a black cape around his neck. As Everson approached, Lindo noticed something white in his hand. Lindo called out from atop the garden wall, asking, "What do you have there?" However, Everson remained silent, his face beaming with a broad smile.
Upon reaching the wall, Everson announced, "It's from Father. Come down quickly, come see it."
"Alright," replied Lindo, "go to the gate, I'll be there."
Everson was slightly shorter than expected for his age, with blackish-brown hair. He wore a white shirt and brown leather pants, along with a black habit draped over his shoulders, and he carried a lightweight long sword by his side. As he approached the gates, his smile faded. The gates remained shut. Was Lindo truly going to show up? Everson couldn't be blamed for entertaining doubts, especially considering Lindo had missed an appointment to join Everson for dinner just the other day. Just as one of the servants came around to open the gate, he greeted Everson, saying, "Good day, Lord Everson." Everson replied, "You too." Then, Lindo appeared around the corner and exclaimed, "Come, come to the garden with me." Everson followed, but Lindo stopped as he heard a call from his mother. "Could you ride to the Castle and ask Gilmore, the gate guard, if there's any news of how the war is going?"
"Oh, mother," replied Lindo, "I really can't now, Everson's here."
Just then, Lindo's mother's head popped out of the window above. "Alright then, I will send one of the servants."
With that settled, Lindo led Everson along the cobblestone pathway that wound its way to the garden. The garden was a sanctuary of blooming flowers, lush greenery, and tranquility. It was the perfect place for the two cousins to talk.
As they entered the garden, Lindo couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. "So, what did your father send you?" he asked eagerly.
Everson smiled and held up a small, delicately wrapped package. "It's a letter signed by both Father and Grandfather," he whispered excitedly. "I haven't opened it yet. Father said it contains important news about the war."
Lindo's eyes widened with anticipation. He knew how much Everson longed for updates on his father's well-being and the progress of the battlefront. Together, they found a nice spot on the wooden bench under a blooming cherry blossom tree, surrounded by the gentle sound of chirping birds and the sweet scent of blossoms.
"Could you read it, Lindo?" said Everson. "I don't like reading," he lied.
Lindo knew Everson couldn't read well, even though his father was rather strict about it, but still, Everson declined.
So, Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Lindo," he said, his voice filled with a mix of worry and determination, "the situation is not as good as we thought. The enemy forces have gained ground, and Luego's army has suffered great losses."
Lindo's heart sank, as his thoughts were consumed by the dangers his uncle and cousin were facing on the battlefield. Despite his young age, Lindo understood the gravity of war and the sacrifices it demanded. Everson, on the other hand, looked puzzled. He couldn't fully comprehend the magnitude of the losses in war. His father had always shielded him from the harsh realities, focusing instead on the glory and honor of serving their kingdom. Lindo hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to explain it to his younger cousin.
Down the path, a figure stumbled. From his vantage point, Lindo could make out that it was likely Everson, who had been visiting almost every day since his father went to war. Everson's father happened to be Luego, the first-born son of the king's general. Despite being just 13 years old, Everson and Lindo, who was 15, were close cousins, almost like second cousins. Lindo, with his brown hair, stood tall for his age, donning a white shirt, black pants, and a long sword at his side. He also wore a black cape around his neck. As Everson approached, Lindo noticed something white in his hand. Lindo called out from atop the garden wall, asking, "What do you have there?" However, Everson remained silent, his face beaming with a broad smile.
Upon reaching the wall, Everson announced, "It's from Father. Come down quickly, come see it."
"Alright," replied Lindo, "go to the gate, I'll be there."
Everson was slightly shorter than expected for his age, with blackish-brown hair. He wore a white shirt and brown leather pants, along with a black habit draped over his shoulders, and he carried a lightweight long sword by his side. As he approached the gates, his smile faded. The gates remained shut. Was Lindo truly going to show up? Everson couldn't be blamed for entertaining doubts, especially considering Lindo had missed an appointment to join Everson for dinner just the other day. Just as one of the servants came around to open the gate, he greeted Everson, saying, "Good day, Lord Everson." Everson replied, "You too." Then, Lindo appeared around the corner and exclaimed, "Come, come to the garden with me." Everson followed, but Lindo stopped as he heard a call from his mother. "Could you ride to the Castle and ask Gilmore, the gate guard if there's any news of how the war is going?"
"Oh, mother," replied Lindo, "I really can't now, Everson's here."
Just then, Lindo's mother's head popped out of the window above. "Alright then, I will send one of the servants."
With that settled, Lindo led Everson along the cobblestone pathway that wound its way to the garden. The garden was a sanctuary of blooming flowers, lush greenery, and tranquility. It was the perfect place for the two cousins to talk.
As they entered the garden, Lindo couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. "So, what did your father send you?" he asked eagerly.
Everson smiled and held up a small, delicately wrapped package. "It's a letter signed by both Father and Grandfather," he whispered excitedly. "I haven't opened it yet. Father said it contains important news about the war."
Lindo's eyes widened with anticipation. He knew how much Everson longed for updates on his father's well-being and the progress of the battlefront. Together, they found a nice spot on the wooden bench under a blooming cherry blossom tree, surrounded by the gentle sound of chirping birds and the sweet scent of blossoms.
"Could you read it, Lindo?" said Everson. "I don't like reading," he lied.
Lindo knew Everson couldn't read well, even though his father was rather strict about it, but still, Everson declined.
So, Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Lindo," he said, his voice filled with a mix of worry and determination, "the situation is not as good as we thought. The enemy forces have gained ground, and Luego's army has suffered great losses."
Lindo's heart sank, as his thoughts were consumed by the dangers his uncle and cousin were facing on the battlefield. Despite his young age, Lindo understood the gravity of war and the sacrifices it demanded. Everson, on the other hand, looked puzzled. He couldn't fully comprehend the magnitude of the losses in war. His father had always shielded him from the harsh realities, focusing instead on the glory and honor of serving their kingdom. Lindo hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to explain it to his younger cousin.
Write how Lindo explained it
Lindo took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation to his younger cousin. He looked into Everson's eyes, his own filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"Everson," Lindo began, his voice gentle yet firm, "war is a difficult and dangerous situation. It's not just about glory and honor. It's about sacrifice, loss, and the harsh realities that come with it."
Everson furrowed his brows, trying to grasp the meaning behind Lindo's words. "But Father always talked about the bravery of our soldiers and the victories they achieved," he said, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Yes, that's true," Lindo nodded, "but alongside victories, there are also defeats. The enemy forces have gained ground, and they have inflicted great losses on Luego's army."
Everson's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "But... but what does that mean for Father?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Lindo's heart ached for his cousin, knowing he had to be honest despite the pain it would cause. "It means that Father is in a dangerous situation," he replied quietly. "We have to pray for his safety and for the strength of our army to overcome this setback."
Tears welled up in Everson's eyes, and Lindo reached out to gently squeeze his cousin's shoulder. "We're in this together, Everson," Lindo assured him, his voice filled with determination. "No matter what happens, we will support each other and remain strong for our family."
Everson nodded, wiping away his tears with the back of his hand. "Thank you, Lindo," he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. "I'm glad to have you by my side."
Lindo offered a small smile, knowing that their bond would help them navigate through the challenges that lay ahead. "We will stay strong and keep hoping for the best, Everson," he said. "And remember, no matter what, our love for our family will guide us and give us the strength to endure."
With those words, Lindo and Everson sat together under the cherry blossom tree, finding solace in each other's presence as they faced the uncertainties of war and the deep love they held for their family.
Down the path, a figure stumbled. From his vantage point, Lindo could make out that it was likely Everson, who had been visiting almost every day since his father went to war. Everson's father happened to be Luego, the first-born son of the king's general. Despite being just 13 years old, Everson and Lindo, who was 15, were close cousins, almost like second cousins. Lindo, with his brown hair, stood tall for his age, donning a white shirt, black pants, and a long sword at his side. He also wore a black cape around his neck. As Everson approached, Lindo noticed something white in his hand. Lindo called out from atop the garden wall, asking, "What do you have there?" However, Everson remained silent, his face beaming with a broad smile.
Upon reaching the wall, Everson announced, "It's from Father. Come down quickly, come see it."
"Alright," replied Lindo, "go to the gate, I'll be there."
Everson was slightly shorter than expected for his age, with blackish-brown hair. He wore a white shirt and brown leather pants, along with a black habit draped over his shoulders, and he carried a lightweight long sword by his side. As he approached the gates, his smile faded. The gates remained shut. Was Lindo truly going to show up? Everson couldn't be blamed for entertaining doubts, especially considering Lindo had missed an appointment to join Everson for dinner just the other day. Just as one of the servants came around to open the gate, he greeted Everson, saying, "Good day, Lord Everson." Everson replied, "You too." Then, Lindo appeared around the corner and exclaimed, "Come, come to the garden with me." Everson followed, but Lindo stopped as he heard a call from his mother. "Could you ride to the Castle and ask Gilmore, the gate guard if there's any news of how the war is going?"
"Oh, mother," replied Lindo, "I really can't now, Everson's here."
Just then, Lindo's mother's head popped out of the window above. "Alright then, I will send one of the servants."
With that settled, Lindo led Everson along the cobblestone pathway that wound its way to the garden. The garden was a sanctuary of blooming flowers, lush greenery, and tranquility. It was the perfect place for the two cousins to talk.
As they entered the garden, Lindo couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. "So, what did your father send you?" he asked eagerly.
Everson smiled and held up a small, delicately wrapped package. "It's a letter signed by both Father and Grandfather," he whispered excitedly. "I haven't opened it yet. Father said it contains important news about the war."
Lindo's eyes widened with anticipation. He knew how much Everson longed for updates on his father's well-being and the progress of the battlefront. Together, they found a nice spot on the wooden bench under a blooming cherry blossom tree, surrounded by the gentle sound of chirping birds and the sweet scent of blossoms.
"Could you read it, Lindo?" said Everson. "I don't like reading," he lied.
Lindo knew Everson couldn't read well, even though his father was rather strict about it, but still, Everson declined.
So, Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Lindo," he said, his voice filled with a mix of worry and determination, "the situation is not as good as we thought. The enemy forces have gained ground, and Luego's army has suffered great losses."
Lindo's heart sank, as his thoughts were consumed by the dangers his uncle and cousin were facing on the battlefield. Despite his young age, Lindo understood the gravity of war and the sacrifices it demanded. Everson, on the other hand, looked puzzled. He couldn't fully comprehend the magnitude of the losses in war. His father had always shielded him from the harsh realities, focusing instead on the glory and honor of serving their kingdom. Lindo hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to explain it to his younger cousin. Lindo took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation to his younger cousin. He looked into Everson's eyes, his own filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"Everson," Lindo began, his voice gentle yet firm, "war is a difficult and dangerous situation. It's not just about glory and honor. It's about sacrifice, loss, and the harsh realities that come with it."
Everson furrowed his brows, trying to grasp the meaning behind Lindo's words. "But Father always talked about the bravery of our soldiers and the victories they achieved," he said, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Yes, that's true," Lindo nodded, "but alongside victories, there are also defeats. The enemy forces have gained ground, and they have inflicted great losses on Luego's army."
Everson's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "But... but what does that mean for Father?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Lindo's heart ached for his cousin, knowing he had to be honest despite the pain it would cause. "It means that Father is in a dangerous situation," he replied quietly. "We have to pray for his safety and for the strength of our army to overcome this setback."
Tears welled up in Everson's eyes, and Lindo smiled slightly ( A forced smile) lets finish reading the letter there's still more.
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Lindo took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation to his younger cousin. He looked into Everson's eyes, his own filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"Everson," Lindo began, his voice gentle yet firm, "war is a difficult and dangerous situation. It's not just about glory and honor. It involves sacrifice, loss, and the harsh realities that come with it."
Everson furrowed his brows, trying to grasp the meaning behind Lindo's words. "But Father always talked about the bravery of our soldiers and the victories they achieved," he said, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Yes, that's true," Lindo nodded, "but alongside victories, there are also defeats. The enemy forces have gained ground, and Luego's army has suffered great losses."
Everson's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "But... but what does that mean for Father?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Lindo's heart ached for his cousin, knowing he had to be honest despite the pain it would cause. "It means that Father is in a dangerous situation," he replied quietly. "We have to pray for his safety and for the strength of our army to overcome this setback."
Tears welled up in Everson's eyes, and Lindo smiled slightly, forcing a smile, "Let's finish reading the letter. There's still more to learn."
Down the path, a figure stumbled. From his vantage point, Lindo could make out that it was likely Everson, who had been visiting almost every day since his father went to war. Everson's father happened to be Luego, the first-born son of the king's general. Despite being just 13 years old, Everson and Lindo, who was 15, were close cousins, almost like second cousins. Lindo, with his brown hair, stood tall for his age, donning a white shirt, black pants, and a long sword at his side. He also wore a black cape around his neck. As Everson approached, Lindo noticed something white in his hand. Lindo called out from atop the garden wall, asking, "What do you have there?" However, Everson remained silent, his face beaming with a broad smile.
Upon reaching the wall, Everson announced, "It's from Father. Come down quickly, come see it."
"Alright," replied Lindo, "go to the gate, I'll be there."
Everson was slightly shorter than expected for his age, with blackish-brown hair. He wore a white shirt and brown leather pants, along with a black habit draped over his shoulders, and he carried a lightweight long sword by his side. As he approached the gates, his smile faded. The gates remained shut. Was Lindo truly going to show up? Everson couldn't be blamed for entertaining doubts, especially considering Lindo had missed an appointment to join Everson for dinner just the other day. Just as one of the servants came around to open the gate, he greeted Everson, saying, "Good day, Lord Everson." Everson replied, "You too." Then, Lindo appeared around the corner and exclaimed, "Come, come to the garden with me." Everson followed, but Lindo stopped as he heard a call from his mother. "Could you ride to the Castle and ask Gilmore, the gate guard if there's any news of how the war is going?"
"Oh, mother," replied Lindo, "I really can't now, Everson's here."
Just then, Lindo's mother's head popped out of the window above. "Alright then, I will send one of the servants."
With that settled, Lindo led Everson along the cobblestone pathway that wound its way to the garden. The garden was a sanctuary of blooming flowers, lush greenery, and tranquility. It was the perfect place for the two cousins to talk.
As they entered the garden, Lindo couldn't resist his curiosity any longer. "So, what did your father send you?" he asked eagerly.
Everson smiled and held up a small, delicately wrapped package. "It's a letter signed by both Father and Grandfather," he whispered excitedly. "I haven't opened it yet. Father said it contains important news about the war."
Lindo's eyes widened with anticipation. He knew how much Everson longed for updates on his father's well-being and the progress of the battlefront. Together, they found a nice spot on the wooden bench under a blooming cherry blossom tree, surrounded by the gentle sound of chirping birds and the sweet scent of blossoms.
"Could you read it, Lindo?" said Everson. "I don't like reading," he lied.
Lindo knew Everson couldn't read well, even though his father was rather strict about it, but still, Everson declined.
So, Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Lindo," he said, his voice filled with a mix of worry and determination, "the situation is not as good as we thought. The enemy forces have gained ground, and Luego's army has suffered great losses."
Lindo's heart sank, as his thoughts were consumed by the dangers his uncle and cousin were facing on the battlefield. Despite his young age, Lindo understood the gravity of war and the sacrifices it demanded. Everson, on the other hand, looked puzzled. He couldn't fully comprehend the magnitude of the losses in war. His father had always shielded him from the harsh realities, focusing instead on the glory and honor of serving their kingdom. Lindo hesitated for a moment, contemplating how to explain it to his younger cousin. Lindo took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to explain the situation to his younger cousin. He looked into Everson's eyes, his own filled with a mix of sadness and determination.
"Everson," Lindo began, his voice gentle yet firm, "war is a difficult and dangerous situation. It's not just about glory and honor. It involves sacrifice, loss, and the harsh realities that come with it."
Everson furrowed his brows, trying to grasp the meaning behind Lindo's words. "But Father always talked about the bravery of our soldiers and the victories they achieved," he said, his voice tinged with confusion.
"Yes, that's true," Lindo nodded, "but alongside victories, there are also defeats. The enemy forces have gained ground, and Luego's army has suffered great losses."
Everson's face paled, his eyes widening in shock. "But... but what does that mean for Father?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Lindo's heart ached for his cousin, knowing he had to be honest despite the pain it would cause. "It means that Father is in a dangerous situation," he replied quietly. "We have to pray for his safety and for the strength of our army to overcome this setback."
Tears welled up in Everson's eyes, and Lindo smiled slightly, forcing a smile, "Let's finish reading the letter. There's still more to learn." Lindo took a deep breath and read on.