This may be called cheating since I'm actually using my OCs in this, but oh well, I wanted to update this story really badly, just didn't ever have any ideas. :'(. Anywho, on with the show!

Age: Five

June was being baby sit by the will Treaty's apprentice while he was in a four hour lecture from Alyss about coffee intakes (again). June was sitting quietly on his lap while he sharpened his set of throwing knives. Interested by the sparks, June grabbed his hand. This caused the knife to drop, stabbing into the Ranger's thigh a little bit. He stiffened a large yelp, and reached down to pull the blade out. Only for June to push down on it with her little baby hands.

Age: Eight

June liked heights. She liked shadows. She liked sneaking up on people. She HATED being snuck up on. These were four facts that the Ranger had confirmed. And in his free time because of the Harvest Festival, instead of spending it with Will and Alyss. He planned to play with June. She had walked under his door frame several times, not bothering to look up as the old door frame creaked under the Ranger's weight. She stopped once, and that was when he struck. He swung down from the ceiling, startling her and receiving a hand across his face. Later when he walked back to Will's house with Alyss she noticed the palm print. "That's what happened to Will the last time her scared me. Only he was across the room and I had a frying pan.

(There's just something randomly funny about girls with frying pans!)

Age: Thirteen

Slap, slap, slappity, kick, slap, scream, run off. All the time just because he put a large dead snake in his backpack. It wasn't his fault she looked.

Age: Fifteen

"You're an idiot." June said.

"No, I'm a coffee addicted psycho who you have to deal with until you become an actual Ranger." He replied.

"With your training that'll be until I'm Will's age."

"Are you calling me old!" a voice called from above them.

"No, but you're not as young as this idiot is."

"True, very true, and they do say wisdom comes with age."

"Shut it Will, me and June are in a very intellectual conversation."

"I bet you don't even know what that means."

"Something about intelligence."

"Nope."

"Don't lie June."

"I'm not lying if I'm telling the truth."

"Who says you're telling the truth?"

"The nice, wise person above your head with a striker."

"…"