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Disclaimer! Yes I am Tamora Pierce all bow down and beg for autographs! Nobody belongs to me. Of Course. Except Kaddar. I have him chained to my bed.

Authoress Note: I am trying to cry. Death usally works. If you have any good sad stories Tell me.

More Authoress notes: Come on Eowyn I know you want to flame it.

She had died. It was expected, as all deaths are but not this soon. The country, even the conservatives were in mourning. She was an idol. She wasn't a hero as others before her but people looked up to her. They gave her a year for mourning, real mourning. Not what most people get. Every body just walked though life. Thievery, Murder, most all of the crimes were at an all time low. Because of her death. She was a hero.

She might not have the great bard tales about her but all will remember the Protector.

She was very young. She didn't do any thing more than what she expected of herself, but she did more than any body else expected.

She gave confidence. She was dead. Her memory will last forever. I won't forget her. She died because of a raid. I had expected as much. But not this soon. I was to go first. I was older. I was dumber. Even Alanna told me so time and time again.

She was buried at New Hope. She didn't want her name above the tomb. All went to her memorial. Even Neal and Cleon. Tobe was unable to leave Peachblossem. Jump howled nonstop. I stood there. Looking.

Everybody left. Except Tobe and Owen. We stood there. She was gone. Goodbye Kel, my onetime squire.