That evening, as the sun began to set, the seven knights walked through the forest singing a joyful tune. Brycen carried his scabbard and shouted knightly words, while the children were eager to get back home.
"Alas, brethren, we art joyous to beest kin, and to roam as knights f'r all to seeth!" Brycen cried.
"Yes, Brycen." Sydney said. "We know."
Harry sighed.
"We just want to get home to Tyler."
"And we shall." Mark replied. "Our ladybird is at home waiting f'r us to returneth to him."
"I can't wait to share our day with him!" Imogene cried.
"Me too!" Harry added.
Gertie went over to Gerard and grabbed onto his arm.
"Master, how far are we?"
"Not yond longeth." The knightly man replied. "We'll recieveth th're anon."
"I hope so." Gertie replied.
As the knights closed in for the cottage, a sound of laughter flew through the forest. It was cunning and ruthless; as if someone didn't care who heard them.
Gerard signaled Mark to gather the children, and drew his sword.
"Who is't dares disturb the peace!"
"Gerard!" Mark whispered. "Thee don't wanteth those folk to heareth, doth thee?"
The man sighed.
"I prayeth those gents didn't harmeth our ladybird."
The laughing continued, until a strange woman appeared from behind the bushes, then started running through the forest. When she saw the knights, her laugh turned ugly and evil.
The knights stood back. Gerard's sword was still drawn.
"You stupid little fools!" The woman cried. "You thought you could fool me!"
"We don't coequal knoweth thee!" Gerard shouted.
Brycen jumped out from behind.
"And, as a matt'r of fact, we don't wanteth to knoweth thee!"
"Brycen, thee beest silent!" Mark said to him.
The woman's laughs grew louder, and her wickedness intensified.
This made Gerard suspicious.
"Brethren, I has't the strangest humour yond rotten wench is did tie up with the aunt in some way."
"That horror." Brycen said. "I wisheth yond wench wouldst wend to hell!"
With his words, the woman disappeared into thin air, but it is unknown if she went to hell or escaped.
When Gerard said this, he knew right away.
It was her.
"Yond was Tyler's aunt!"
He turned to his brethren.
"Quick! We gotta recieveth backeth to Tyler!"
Fearing for the child's life, Gerard and the knights ran as fast as they could to get back to the cottage.
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When they returned home, they found the door open; an easy sign that the aunt had been there and possibly hurt Tyler.
Gerard and the knights ran inside, but stopped at the front door. They looked down, and their worst fears were confirmed.
They found Tyler, laying on the floor.
When Gerard saw his dear ladybird lying as if he was dead, his heart sank. It was as if his life ended when he found him.
His eyes began to fill with tears.
"Oh, no."
Quickly, Gerard ran to his side and lifted the lifeless child into his arms. Mark kneeled down next to him and held his hand, which was cold to his touch.
Brycen and the children kneeled close by.
"Tyler, sweet ladybird, what hath happened?!" Gerard cried.
Mark pressed the child's lifeless hand to his cheek.
"He's so bitter cold."
Gerard placed his head over Tyler's chest; trying to feel for a pulse. Mark continued to feel his hand; hoping some warmth would return to him.
But it didn't.
He looked at Gerard.
"Is he breathing?"
Sadly, he looked to him and shook his head.
Everything they tried to do was of no use.
The children watched, and they knew that their dearest friend was at the brink of death.
As Brycen tried to figure out what to do to help, he looked down and found the poisoned apple laying near Tyler's hand.
He picked it up and showed it to Gerard and Mark.
"This wasn't h're at which hour we hath left."
Mark looked at it and gasped.
"His aunt must've given it to him."
Brycen looked at the apple and the bite that was taken out of it.
"Tyler's been poison'd."
"And it's all our fault." Gerard said. "We hath left him h're all high-lone."
The man looked down upon the child, who was as lifeless as could be. His eyes were closed, and his skin was pale and cold.
"Prithee, sweet ladybird, f'rgive us."
"We bethought you'd beest safe h're."
Brycen, thinking that he could save Tyler's life, held up his sword and began to pray.
"Oh, mighty sw'rd, by the pow'r I prayeth upon thee, don't alloweth our Tyler to die, we love him so."
Gerard and Mark began to pray too.
"Prithee, sw'rd." Mark plead. "Bringeth him backeth to us."
"It'll beest our only wisheth." Gerard added. "We promiseth."
Brycen prayed again; hoping something would happen.
"I begeth of thee, pow'rful sw'rd. We don't knoweth what to doth."
No matter how hard he pleaded, the sword was of no use. No inch of power could revive the poor child.
Brycen's eyes overcame with tears. He threw his sword into the fire.
"It's nay useth!" He cried. "Th're's nothing we can doth to save our ladybird!"
Gerard and Mark agreed. They knew no matter how much they wanted Tyler to live, there was nothing they could do to bring him back theirselves.
The man hugged the child to his chest and sobbed, while Mark wept into his hand. Brycen pulled the children close to him, and they all cried with them.
Tyler Joseph, their precious ladybird and dearest friend, was dead.
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Abscond || Joshler
Fanfiction(v.) to secretly depart or hide oneself Tyler Joseph was born with a rare beauty that nobody can possess. His aunt is willing to do whatever it takes to destroy him so she can gain it for her own. After the older, yet friendly boy, Joshua Dun, fall...
