Your story was no different from Arthurs. A scared street orphan taken in by dutch and raised in the gang. Although you and Dutch got along fine you never quite saw him as your father, however you always viewed Arthur as such. He always tried to include you and teach you when needed. You came to him with your issues, ideas, feelings, ect, and he was there. He made sure to keep his distance when needed, but if you were in need he was there. Always ready to catch you.

Today was no different. You were only just recently allowed to leave camp alone considering you were only 14. Arthur sat by the edge of camp tending to his house when he heard your footsteps. He glanced over his shoulder, a faint smile forming on his lips “well aren’t you all grown” he said sarcastically as you hopped on your horse. “Mind if I tag along?” He asked.