no one
Noel walked back to the hall where it was quiet. He laid down in the middle of the floor and started to cry. Everyone is dead he had to kill his only friend in this whole thing the only person that understood that he was the only one that knew what he was fighting for and now he had no one. He cried for what felt like hours. He finally managed to calm himself down. His guilt had turned into anger he was mad at the overseer he was at Ned for giving up he was mad at himself for killing all that he has killed.He stormed up the stairs to the armory. “Ah the boy that wanted two axes and light armor.” The fat man greeted him. “I’m not in the mood.” Noel told him. “Give me two more axes.” The fat man leaned over the counter. “what happened to the you had were they too heavy for you?’’ He asked. Noel looked at him with fire in his eyes. “Give me the axes or I’ll spill you blood on this counter do you hear me!” He yelled. “Is that boyish enough for you!” The fat man cowered back in fear. Noel stared at him with blood lust. “Get them!” He yelled. The fat man ran back and grabbed two axes and threw them down on the counter. Noel grabbed the two axes and walked out. He walked down the stairs and back into the hall. He grabbed his axes and gave them a few practice swings. He started lash out on the air screaming. After a few minutes he stopped out of breath he fell to his knees. “Tamarack.” He mumbled.
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