"The Archer will protect you."

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“Bryon,” Alvin whispered again.
“Yes,” Bryon sobbed, cradling his brother’s head in his lap.
“Get the girls and get them away from here.” Alvin’s face contorted in pain.
“Where would I take them?”
“The woods outside Delmore. I have heard stories of an archer who lives in the woods. The Archer will protect you until all is safe. You must leave before she blames my death on you. Do not return until The Archer himself tells you it is safe.”
“I will not leave you,” Bryon said fiercely, taking hold of his brother’s hand.
Despite the pain, Alvin smiled. “Do not fear for me, I go to be with God and our mother. Take care of…of all of them. You are… are now the heir. Act worthy of this call… calling.” Alvin struggled for breath. “And take Gwendolen my… my sword with my love.”
Bryon nodded, his eyes blurry with tears. “You have my word.”
“Go, now,” Alvin said.
Bryon hesitated for a moment, then gently lowered his brother’s head to the floor. Taking hold of his brother’s sword, he pulled himself to his feet and raced to the door. He paused for a moment to take one look back.
 Alvin looked up at him and gave him a nod.
Through blinding tears, Bryon raced to get the girls and follow his brother’s dying instructions.

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