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No Benamier don't go there, they will kill you Cried Lady Alina
Mother said Benamier I will be alright, they hurt Father they will pay. I am 17 years old I am a man.You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be alright I will be home shortly"
But what if they kill you, you will have accomplished nothing. Cried Lady Alina
Don't go please began to beg his sister Marie please, Marie's eyes filled with tears, her voice cracking with emotion. "But your so young Benamier. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring those responsible to justice."
No Marie, you don't understand. The authorities are scared they hired them to ruin, are harvest, and the hurt Father. Replied Benamier
Benamier is right replied Ladamier
Ladamier stay out of this you are only 13 years old. Said Lady Alina
Ladamier sighed apparently I am good for nothing, I am going to see father. And turning a way entered the large house.
Ladamier made his way to his Fathers room, and throwing him self
of on his knees, and grabbing his Fathers had began to cry. Father Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you, Ladamier said
His Fathers head turned towards him, what did you say he whispered.
I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you, Ladamier replied
His Father stared a blank stare, then after a minute said, go get him tell him I want to speak with him.
Ladamier's eyes widened with surprise as he processed his father's words. But I .... thought... it was right... for him to go.....
Go get him replied his sick father.
"No, Benamier, don't go there. They will kill you," cried Lady Alina.
"Mother," said Benamier, "I will be alright. They hurt Father, they will pay. I am 17 years old, I am a man. You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be alright. I will be home shortly."
"But what if they kill you? You will have accomplished nothing," cried Lady Alina.
"Don't go, please," Marie began to beg her brother. "Marie's eyes filled with tears, her voice cracking with emotion. "But you're so young, Benamier. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring those responsible to justice."
"No, Marie, you don't understand. The authorities are scared. They hired them to ruin our harvest and hurt Father," replied Benamier.
"Benamier is right," replied Ladamier.
"Ladamier, stay out of this. You are only 13 years old," said Lady Alina.
Ladamier sighed. "Apparently, I am good for nothing. I am going to see Father." And turning away, he entered the large house.
Ladamier made his way to his father's room, and throwing himself onto his knees, and grabbing his Father's hand, began to cry. "Father, Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier said.
His father's head turned towards him. "What did you say?" he whispered.
"I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier replied.
His father stared with a blank stare, then after a minute said, "Go get him. Tell him I want to speak with him."
Ladamier's eyes widened with surprise as he processed his father's words. "But I thought... it was right... for him to go..."
"Go get him," replied his sick father.
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No, Benamier, don't go there. They will kill you," cried Lady Alina.
"Mother," said Benamier, trying to reassure her, "I will be alright. They hurt Father, but they will pay for what they've done. I am 17 years old, I am a man. You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be alright. I will be home shortly."
Lady Alina's tears continued to flow as she pleaded, "But what if they kill you? You will have accomplished nothing."
"Don't go, please," Marie begged her brother, her voice filled with desperation. Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion. "Benamier, you're still so young. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring those responsible to justice."
"No, Marie, you don't understand," Benamier responded firmly. "The authorities are scared. They hired them to ruin our harvest and hurt Father."
Benamier's words struck a chord with Ladamier. "Benamier is right," he interjected, surprising everyone with his insight.
"Ladamier, stay out of this. You are only 13 years old," Lady Alina scolded, her worry evident.
Ladamier sighed, feeling the weight of his young age. "Apparently, I am good for nothing. I am going to see Father." With determination, he turned away and entered the large house.
Ladamier made his way to his father's room, his heart pounding as he entered. Throwing himself onto his knees beside the bed, he grasped his father's frail hand and began to cry. "Father, Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier whispered, his voice filled with both fear and determination.
His father's weakened head turned towards him, his eyes searching for understanding. "What did you say?" he whispered, struggling to comprehend.
"I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier replied, his voice quivering.
His father stared at him with a blank stare, his mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of the situation. Then, after a minute of silence, he mustered the strength to speak. "Go, get him. Tell him I want to speak with him."
Ladamier's eyes widened with surprise as he processed his father's words. Confusion and uncertainty filled his mind. "But I thought... it was right... for him to go..."
"Go get him," his father insisted, breaking through Ladamier's doubts. "There is something important I need to tell him."
Ladamier nodded slowly, realizing that his father's wish overruled his initial thoughts. Determined, he rose from his knees and rushed out of the room, determined to bring his brother back to their father's side.
"No, Benamier, don't go there. They will kill you," cried Lady Alina.
"Mother," said Benamier, trying to reassure her, "I will be alright. They hurt Father, but they will pay for what they've done. I am 17 years old, I am a man. You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be alright. I will be home shortly."
Lady Alina's tears continued to flow as she pleaded, "But what if they kill you? You will have accomplished nothing."
"Don't go, please," Marie begged her brother, her voice filled with desperation. Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion. "Benamier, you're still so young. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring those responsible to justice."
"No, Marie, you don't understand," Benamier responded firmly. "The authorities are scared. They hired them to ruin our harvest and hurt Father."
Benamier's words struck a chord with Ladamier. "Benamier is right," he interjected, surprising everyone with his insight.
"Ladamier, stay out of this. You are only 13 years old," Lady Alina scolded, her worry evident.
Ladamier sighed, feeling the weight of his young age. "Apparently, I am good for nothing. I am going to see Father." With determination, he turned away and entered the large house.
Ladamier made his way to his father's room, his heart pounding as he entered. Throwing himself onto his knees beside the bed, he grasped his father's frail hand and began to cry. "Father, Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier whispered, his voice filled with both fear and determination.
His father's weakened head turned towards him, his eyes searching for understanding. "What did you say?" he whispered, struggling to comprehend.
"I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier replied, his voice quivering.
His father stared at him with a blank stare, his mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of the situation. Then, after a minute of silence, he mustered the strength to speak. "Go, get him. Tell him I want to speak with him."
Ladamier's eyes widened with surprise as he processed his father's words. Confusion and uncertainty filled his mind. "But I thought... it was right... for him to go..."
"Go get him," his father insisted, breaking through Ladamier's doubts. "There is something important I need to tell him."
Ladamier nodded slowly, realizing that his father's wish overruled his initial thoughts. Determined, he rose from his knees and rushed out of the room, determined to bring his brother back to their father's side."
He ran out of his fathers room down the stares, though the garden, and out of the estate though the gate. Benamier was just a bout to stir up his horse and leave when he heard his brothers call.
Wait papa .....wants to talk to you.
What ,said Benamier climbing down form his horse
He said Father wants you. Replied Cadamier who was 14 years old
No said Benamier, walking up to Ladamier, and grabbing him by the arms shook him harshly, well shouting "why do you bother Father with my affairs?" Why do you stress him? He is sick.
He ran out of his father's room, down the stairs, through the garden, and out of the estate through the gate. Benamier was just about to mount his horse and leave when he heard his brother's call.
"Wait, Papa... wants to talk to you," Ladamier said.
"What?" said Benamier, climbing down from his horse.
"He said Father wants you," replied Cadamier, who was 14 years old.
"No," said Benamier, walking up to Ladamier, and grabbing him by the arms, shook him harshly while shouting, "Why do you bother Father with my affairs? Why do you stress him? He is sick."
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No, Benamier, don't go there. They will kill you," cried Lady Alina.
"Mother," said Benamier, trying to reassure her, "I will be alright. They hurt Father, but they will pay for what they've done. I am 17 years old, I am a man. You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be alright. I will be home shortly."
Lady Alina's tears continued to flow as she pleaded, "But what if they kill you? You will have accomplished nothing."
"Don't go, please," Marie begged her brother, her voice filled with desperation. Tears welled up in her eyes, her voice cracking with emotion. "Benamier, you're still so young. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring those responsible to justice."
"No, Marie, you don't understand," Benamier responded firmly. "The authorities are scared. They hired them to ruin our harvest and hurt Father."
Benamier's words struck a chord with Ladamier. "Benamier is right," he interjected, surprising everyone with his insight.
"Ladamier, stay out of this. You are only 13 years old," Lady Alina scolded, her worry evident.
Ladamier sighed, feeling the weight of his young age. "Apparently, I am good for nothing. I am going to see Father." With determination, he turned away and entered the large house.
Ladamier made his way to his father's room, his heart pounding as he entered. Throwing himself onto his knees beside the bed, he grasped his father's frail hand and began to cry. "Father, Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier whispered, his voice filled with both fear and determination.
His father's weakened head turned towards him, his eyes searching for understanding. "What did you say?" he whispered, struggling to comprehend.
"I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier replied, his voice quivering.
His father stared at him with a blank stare, his mind struggling to grasp the magnitude of the situation. Then, after a minute of silence, he mustered the strength to speak. "Go, get him. Tell him I want to speak with him."
Ladamier's eyes widened with surprise as he processed his father's words. Confusion and uncertainty filled his mind. "But I thought... it was right... for him to go..."
"Go get him," his father insisted, breaking through Ladamier's doubts. "There is something important I need to tell him."
Ladamier nodded slowly, realizing that his father's wish overruled his initial thoughts. Determined, he rose from his knees and rushed out of the room, determined to bring his brother back to their father's side."
"He ran out of his father's room, down the stairs, through the garden, and out of the estate through the gate. Benamier was just about to mount his horse and leave when he heard his brother's call.
"Wait, Papa... wants to talk to you," Ladamier said.
"What?" said Benamier, climbing down from his horse.
"He said Father wants you," replied Cadamier, who was 14 years old.
"No," said Benamier, walking up to Ladamier, and grabbing him by the arms, shook him harshly while shouting, "Why do you bother Father with my affairs? Why do you stress him? He is sick.""
Ladamier looked into his older brother's eyes, his own filled with determination. "I bother Father because he asked for you, Benamier. He wants to speak with you," he said firmly.
The frustration on Benamier's face softened as he released his grip on Ladamier's arms. He took a deep breath, realizing the gravity of his words and actions. "I'm sorry, Ladamier," he said with sincerity. "You're right, Father's health should come first. Lead the way."
Ladamier nodded, relief washing over him. Together, they made their way back into the house and up the stairs towards their father's room. Thoughts raced through Benamier's mind as he followed his younger brother. He realized the weight of responsibility and the need to prioritize their family's well-being.
As they entered the dimly lit room, their father's weak voice greeted them. "Benamier, my son, please come closer," he said, his voice filled with both exhaustion and urgency.
Benamier approached the bed slowly, his heart heavy with guilt and regret. He took his father's fragile hand and held it gently. "Father, I'm here. What do you need to tell me?"
His father's eyes searched Benamier's face, a mixture of sorrow and love evident in his gaze. "My dear son, vengeance will only bring more pain," he whispered. "I understand your desire to protect our family, but there is a better way."
Benamier listened intently, his brow furrowing with curiosity. "What do you mean, Father? How can we find justice without seeking vengeance?"
A faint smile crossed his father's lips. "The power of forgiveness, Benamier," he murmured. "It may not be easy, but it is the path to true healing. Seek justice through peaceful means, let the authorities handle this. By forgiving those who have wronged us, we can break the cycle of hatred and find peace within ourselves."
Benamier felt a mixture of emotions well up inside him. Confusion, anger, and a glimmer of hope intertwined. His father's words struck a chord deep within his soul, challenging his beliefs. Reflecting on the pain and suffering their family had endured, he realized that revenge would only fuel the cycle of violence.
With tears streaming down his face, Benamier leaned closer to his father. "I understand, Father. I will choose the path of forgiveness, for you, for our family, and for a better future."
A soft smile spread across his father's face, pride shining through his tired eyes. "I am proud of you, my son," he whispered. "You have the strength to change our destiny."
In the midst of their tearful embrace, Benamier and Ladamier felt a newfound sense of unity. Together, they would carry their father's legacy of forgiveness and work towards a world where justice and compassion prevailed. The journey would be challenging, but with love and determination, they would create a brighter future for themselves and their family.
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No, Benamier," Lady Alina pleaded, her voice filled with concern. "Don't go there. They will kill you."
"Mother," Benamier reassured her, "I will be fine. They hurt Father, but they will face consequences. I am 17 years old, I am a man. You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be safe. I will return home soon."
Sobbing, Lady Alina continued, "But what if something terrible happens to you? You will accomplish nothing."
Marie, Benamier's sister, joined in the plea. Through her tears, she begged her brother, "Please, Benamier, don't go. You're still so young. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring justice."
"No, Marie, you don't understand," Benamier retorted firmly. "The authorities are scared. They hired those individuals to destroy our harvest and harm Father."
Ladamier, feeling the intensity of the situation, stepped forward, surprising everyone with his mature tone. "Benamier is right. We can't rely on the authorities. We have to do something ourselves."
Lady Alina interjected, her voice shaking with worry, "Ladamier, stay out of this. You are only 13 years old."
Defeated, Ladamier sighed, "Fine, I guess I'm worthless. I'm going to see Father." With determination, he turned away and hurried inside their large house.
Ladamier rushed to his father's room and fell to his knees beside the bed. He clutched his father's fragile hand tightly, tears streaming down his face. "Father, Benamier is risking everything to avenge you," he whispered, his voice filled with both fear and determination.
Gently, his father turned his head, his eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and interest. "What did you say?" he murmured weakly.
"I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who
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"No, Benamier, don't go there. They will kill you," cried Lady Alina.
"Mother," said Benamier, "I will be alright. They hurt Father, they will pay. I am 17 years old, I am a man. You have Cadamier and Ladamier here with you, you will be alright. I will be home shortly."
"But what if they kill you? You will have accomplished nothing," cried Lady Alina.
"Don't go, please," began to beg his sister Marie, her eyes filled with tears, her voice cracking with emotion. "But you're so young, Benamier. Let the authorities handle this. They will bring those responsible to justice."
"No, Marie, you don't understand. The authorities are scared. They hired them to ruin our harvest and hurt Father," replied Benamier.
"Benamier is right," replied Ladamier.
"Ladamier, stay out of this. You are only 13 years old," said Lady Alina.
Ladamier sighed. "Apparently, I am good for nothing. I am going to see Father." And turning away, he entered the large house.
Ladamier made his way to his Father's room and, throwing himself on his knees and grabbing his Father's hand, began to cry. "Father, Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier said.
His Father turned his head towards him. "What did you say?" he whispered.
"I said Benamier is trying to avenge the ones who hurt you," Ladamier replied.
His Father stared with a blank stare, then after a minute, said, "Go get him. Tell him I want to speak with him."
Ladamier's eyes widened with surprise as he processed his father's words. "But I... thought... it was right... for him to go..."
"Go get him," replied his sick father.