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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.
Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Everson," 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.
My Dear son Everson,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. It pains me to inform you that the situation on the battlefield has taken a turn for the worse. Our forces have faced heavy losses, and the enemy has gained significant ground. It is a trying time for all of us, and I want you to know that your grandfather and I are safe for now.
War is a cruel and unpredictable mistress, my son. It tests our courage and resolve, but it also demands sacrifices. Many brave souls have fallen in this battle, heroes who fought gallantly for the kingdom. Their memory will forever be etched in our hearts.
During these dark times, it is essential that we come together in solidarity. You must remain strong, my son, Your presence and resilience are of great comfort to us.
I understand that this news may be difficult for you to comprehend fully. You are still young, and I have always tried to shield you from the harsh realities of war. But now, it is time to learn and grow. Now, it is time to understand the weight of our responsibilities.
We must not lose hope, Everson. Our people need our courage and determination more than ever. We must rally behind our king and general, supporting them in their endeavors to turn the tide of battle. Pray for their wisdom and the strength of our soldiers.
Remember, my son, that we are bound by blood and love. No matter how far we might be physically, our hearts are eternally intertwined.
May the stars guide and protect you, my dear Everson. Hold onto hope, and let it be the flame that lights your way through the darkest nights.
With all my love,
Your Father
Lindo pushed the letter not at all cruly tears streamed down both boys faces, and my Fathers out there too Lindo cryed
Lindo choked back his tears and pushed the letter towards Everson. "My father's out there too," Lindo exclaimed, his voice full of emotion. Tears streamed down both boys' faces as they realized the gravity of the situation.
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.
Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Everson," 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.
My Dear son Everson,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. It pains me to inform you that the situation on the battlefield has taken a turn for the worse. Our forces have faced heavy losses, and the enemy has gained significant ground. It is a trying time for all of us, and I want you to know that your grandfather and I are safe for now.
War is a cruel and unpredictable mistress, my son. It tests our courage and resolve, but it also demands sacrifices. Many brave souls have fallen in this battle, heroes who fought gallantly for the kingdom. Their memory will forever be etched in our hearts.
During these dark times, it is essential that we come together in solidarity. You must remain strong, my son, Your presence and resilience are of great comfort to us.
I understand that this news may be difficult for you to comprehend fully. You are still young, and I have always tried to shield you from the harsh realities of war. But now, it is time to learn and grow. Now, it is time to understand the weight of our responsibilities.
We must not lose hope, Everson. Our people need our courage and determination more than ever. We must rally behind our king and general, supporting them in their endeavors to turn the tide of battle. Pray for their wisdom and the strength of our soldiers.
Remember, my son, that we are bound by blood and love. No matter how far we might be physically, our hearts are eternally intertwined.
May the stars guide and protect you, my dear Everson. Hold onto hope, and let it be the flame that lights your way through the darkest nights.
With all my love,
Your Father
Lindo choked back his tears and pushed the letter towards Everson. "My father's out there too," Lindo exclaimed, his voice full of emotion. Tears streamed down both boys' faces as they realized the gravity of the situation.
Lindo's words caught in his throat as he struggled to hold back his tears. He pushed the letter towards Everson, his voice trembling with emotion. "My father... our fathers... they're out there too," Lindo whispered, his voice filled with sorrow. The weight of the situation settled heavily on both boys as they shared a moment of understanding and grief. Tears streamed down their faces, their hearts heavy with worry and fear for their loved ones on the battlefield.
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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.
Lindo took the letter and carefully broke the seal and unfolded it. As he began to read, his face transformed from excitement to concern. "Everson," 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.
My Dear son Everson,
I hope this letter finds you in good health and spirits. It pains me to inform you that the situation on the battlefield has taken a turn for the worse. Our forces have faced heavy losses, and the enemy has gained significant ground. It is a trying time for all of us, and I want you to know that your grandfather and I are safe for now.
War is a cruel and unpredictable mistress, my son. It tests our courage and resolve, but it also demands sacrifices. Many brave souls have fallen in this battle, heroes who fought gallantly for the kingdom. Their memory will forever be etched in our hearts.
During these dark times, it is essential that we come together in solidarity. You must remain strong, my son, Your presence and resilience are of great comfort to us.
I understand that this news may be difficult for you to comprehend fully. You are still young, and I have always tried to shield you from the harsh realities of war. But now, it is time to learn and grow. Now, it is time to understand the weight of our responsibilities.
We must not lose hope, Everson. Our people need our courage and determination more than ever. We must rally behind our king and general, supporting them in their endeavors to turn the tide of battle. Pray for their wisdom and the strength of our soldiers.
Remember, my son, that we are bound by blood and love. No matter how far we might be physically, our hearts are eternally intertwined.
May the stars guide and protect you, my dear Everson. Hold onto hope, and let it be the flame that lights your way through the darkest nights.
With all my love,
Your Father
Lindo choked back his tears and pushed the letter towards Everson. "My father's out there too," Lindo exclaimed, his voice full of emotion. Tears streamed down both boys' faces as they realized the gravity of the situation.
Lindo wiped away his tears and looked at Everson with a sense of determination. "We are not alone in this, Everson," he said, his voice steady. "We have each other, and we have our families. We will support and pray for our loved ones, and we will remain strong in the face of adversity." Everson nodded, his eyes still glistening with tears.
"I'm scared, Lindo," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Lindo put his arm around Everson and squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "It's okay to be scared," he said softly. "But we can't let fear consume us. We have to be brave for our fathers and for our kingdom. We will hold onto hope and trust that they will come back to us safely."
Everson took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "You're right, Lindo," he said, his voice stronger now. "We will be strong for them."
Lindo gave Everson a small smile. "Together, we can face whatever comes our way," he said. "Let's keep praying and supporting each other. And remember, no matter what happens, our love and bond as cousins will never waver."
Everson nodded, a determined look in his eyes. "Thank you, Lindo," he said. "I'm glad I have you by my side."
With renewed strength and a sense of unity, Lindo and Everson continued to read the letter, finding solace and comfort in the words of their fathers. They knew that their journey through this difficult time had only just begun, but they were ready to face it together, step by step.