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A little longer than a drabble, but not by much.
Bell:
He heard nothing, only the continuous ring of the bell.
Its chimes echoed through the air, forever being committed to his memory.
It rang louder than the gasps and cries of horror coming from all around him.
All of Nottingham was in a state of panic.
Allan stood still in the middle of the chaos, slightly shaking and staring wide eyed at the top of the castle walls.
He was vaguely aware that people were pushing past him, but he kept his focus on the form above him.
Even though there was no wind, the form still swung, making its shadow dance over Allan's face.
He watched in horror as the realization hit him hard.
He gasped when he felt his heart literally shatter in his chest.
A single tear rolled down his cheek for the first time since he was a kid.
He closed his watery eyes in an attempt to shut out the truth.
But it stayed at the front of his mind.
Now, he was truly alone.
Now, his younger brother was dead…