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My names True Callern. I'm 16 years old. I live in a village called Arenathon. It's an old village, and i've lived here all my life, not that i've had any choice in that. But in the town centre, thats where the palace is. The prince lives here you see, and things are about to get..lets say different.

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It was in the evening, we were sitting round a fire roasting a rabbit Samuel had caught earlier on today,when we heard them. People. Officials. Immediatley, Samuel told me to get into the hut, but of course I refused. 'Samuel, if they don't get me, they'll hurt you' I protested. 'True, just get in the hut now' He pleaded. Eventually, I sat warily in the hut, waiting. I heard the officials, I heard them ask about me. 'She's not here, she's not with me' I heard him say, before I heard him shout in pain, and then I heard the officials drop to the ground. I ran outside, to see 3 officials, dead on the floor. 2 with arrows in them, 1 with a knife. Then, my eyes darted to Samuel, groaning, wincing on the floor, clutching his arm. 'Samuel!' I screamed, as I dropped to the ground, and examined him. A deep wound, in his arm was bleeding ferociously. Also one in his leg, and a smaller one on his forehead. His face had gone paper white, sweating and shaking all over as his face screwed up in pain. 'Stay here, okay?' I said shakily. Not that he had a choice. I ran to a nearby bush and collected 6 large dock leaves. My hands trembled as I took a loose pin out my messy, matted hair and bound up the leaves around his wounds. I took a sheet of tablets out my bag, and made him swallow 2. I half carried- half dragged him into the hut, and lay him down. Everytime his eyes shut, I screamed his name because I was worried that if he shut his eyes, they wouldn't open again.

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