𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 ----𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐄𝐖𝐊𝐄𝐒𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐘

𝐯𝐢𝐢.

"𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬"

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Tewkesbury's grandmother walked down the hallway

"Grandmother?"

"Yes, I'm afraid so" She said

"It seems if you want a job done, you have to do it yourself."

Cylia took a step but was blocked by Tewkesbury's arm

"No, Cylia"

"Where's my mother?" He asked his grandmother while she picked up the rifle

"In London. With your uncle. Looking for you"

"They never understood" She stated

"I'm so sorry, my darling" Cylia shook her head

"The future of the country is at stake." She pointed the rifle at Tewkesbury then took the shot but Cylia jumped in front of him

"NOOOOO!" Tewkesbury and Enola yelled

Cylia flew back, lying on the floor

He ran to his grandmother, but she pointed it at him too and cocked the gun but it had a empty click

He took the gun out of her hands

He whimpered and dropped the gun

"Cylia!" He cried and ran to her dead body on the floor

"Cylia."

"No!"

Enola just stood there with her hand over her mouth, weeping

"Cylia " Tewkesbury held her head onto his lap

"No. Wake up"

"Come on"

"No. No..." He cried holding her head

He sobbed and put his hand on her hand to hold

Soon after, he felt his fingers interlock with his

He looked up in shock, he gasped

"Cylia" He gasped in happiness and helped her up