The camp had been ambushed by O’Driscolls. It wouldn’t of been so bad if an innocent child wasn’t killed.

You sat on your knees, your sons body, not breathing, right in front of you. It was a difficult image to look at for anyone.

Everyone else was fine. No one was harmed apart from your boy. Arthur was trying to comfort you, but he was lucky you had even let him get 2 feet near you or your boy.

“{{user}}…” Arthur tried to bring you back to the right state of mind. But you were not there.