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Waking up the very next morning. Lincoln wandered down through the hall, all the while wondering on how to make up yesterday's incident to his family. He already came up with several ideas when he had paced around his room earlier, but he really didn't like them much, so he scrapped them and thought up of more ideas.

So far the only idea that seemed like the best one is simply gathering up all his family into a meeting in the living room and give out one of his famous speeches on how sorry he is. That idea is the best one out off all of his previous ideas as it's very simple and plus he's very good with speeches. Now if only he had a blue suit to wear, then his speeches would be even better.

But now the question is, when was he going to call them all for that speech? Perhaps the best time would be tonight for that's usually the time they are all together. Yeah, maybe that will be the best moment to do it for he would also have enough time to come up with a good apology speech.

The speech will have to be a very great one, he just couldn't say a simple sorry. No, it needed to be grand and have very specific details on why he is sorry, which will include a PowerPoint. But if he wanted to do that, he should really start doing it right now. Turning around quickly, Lincoln races back towards his room, but then had to suddenly stop as he nearly collided with Morag who just turned a corner and is very much surprise that she nearly got herself in a collision. "Whoa! Watch where your going young sire."

"Sorry Morag." Lincoln apologize for that would've been bad if he did collided with her, not to mention hurt a bit. "I was just in a bit of a hurry."

"Yes. I very well see that." She remarked before smiling to him. "I'm glad that I found you though."

"Why's that?" Lincoln asked for did his parents wanted to see him? Of course he needed to prepare his grand speech, but he didn't need to rock the boat even further by not going over to them when they ask.

However Morag shook her head. "No. I need your help with something. That is, if you want to help that is?"

"Of course I'll help." If there's one thing that Lincoln can't resist it's helping people. Something that Morag knew very well to use against him as she clapped her hands together with a very pleased smile that perfectly hid her sadistic side. "Thank you sire."

Happily fallowing her to help out, Morag leads Lincoln to the front door. They just got out into the courtyard where they encountered Lori who had been busy practicing her golf swings. She quickly took notice of the duo, so she lowered her club and leaned against it in order to address them. "And where are you off to Lincoln?"

"Just going to help Morag with something." Lincoln honestly replied. He can clearly tell that his eldest sister is a tad suspicious of him and considering the trouble he got into yesterday, he couldn't exactly blame her.

"Are you really?" She interrogated. "Your not going anywhere you're not supposed to be are you?" By then Lori narrowed her eyes in suspicion making him sweat a bit under that gaze his sister has very well mastered after being the eldest for so many years.

Thankfully for him though Morag cuts herself in this little conversation, diverting his sister's attention from him to her. "Don't worry miss Lori. We aren't going far, plus he'll be with me for the time being."

That worked greatly for Lori relaxed her gaze. If Morag is going to be with him then he's going to be much more safer than yesterday. Really it's the main reason why Lori is acting like this. After hearing about the whole mess in that Forbidden Village from Lisa Yesterday, it very well scared her to death for her baby brother could of gotten very hurt or very much worse than she or the others could possibly imagine. The thing that's most scary though is that if their dad didn't get there in time, it probably would've taken them a while to find both of Lincoln's and Taylor's bodies as those vile delinquents would've dumped them somewhere, which would either been a lonely ditch or a deep, dark well.

She hated having that thought in her head, it's so horrifying to even be thinking about it and she knows very well that the others felt the same as her. They all hated to think of anyone in their family being in that kind of danger with either of them not be able to help save them. "Alright then, but please be safe when you leave the castle grounds." She addressed her brother.

"Don't worry miss Lori. He'll be very safe with me." Morag happily remarks as she places a hand on Lincoln's shoulder. Nodding to that answer, Lori went back to focusing on her line up with her swing, her goal is to swing the ball over the dragon statue and she needed great concentration order to make the shot.

With Lori focusing back on her golfing, Morag gladly leads Lincoln away towards the drawbridge. She's very glad that she managed to slip pass one of the sisters without any complications of disrupting her plan, she couldn't afford to have any slip offs as this needed to be absolutely perfect in order for her wicked scheme to work, which very well included much needed timing more than anything else. Duke Lynn is out on a walk with Angus and her minion trio is waiting for her signal to begin the assassination.

Unaware of Morag's deadly intentions for him. Lincoln is still busy thinking about yesterday, this time it is focused more on Taylor, who he heard from a late night text message was grounded for three weeks. It's a big bummer for sure and he had very big sympathy for her as it's not going to be a fun couple of weeks for her as she had to do plenty of chores along with not seeing him for those weeks. It's a big shame for him as well for they usually hangout four times in a week, save to say that things were going to get rather boring for a while. This also made Lincoln realize that he should probably get some more friends some time after today, so that he would have someone to hangout with during Taylor's grounding. He's sure that she would want that.

But now switching back to current events. Lincoln wondered on where exactly they were going as they have went pass the village, they were instead heading in the southern part which is a bit odd as the only thing that's this way is the canyon. It's no grand canyon, but it's still a fairly good size one. "So Morag. Why are we heading this way?"

"You'll see in due time, sire." It's all that Morag said to him as they continue onwards, leaving Lincoln with even greater questions that only raised even further.

Reaching the canyon; they had to carefully climb there way down to the bottom in order not to fall. Upon reaching the bottom of the canyon, two headed near a large rock while Lincoln is a bit busy looking at the tall, rocky walls of the canyon that would allow your voice to echo when you loudly shout. He had no idea why they were here, but he's going to find out right now for his curiosity is killing him. "So why are we at the canyon?"

"Oh your going to laugh at this silly mishap. I was just taking a stroll through here yesterday and I lost one of my rings that I dropped from my fingers when I tried to clean it up. It fell somewhere in here and I need your help to find it." Morag explained with fake sadness in her tone.

"Do you know where it is?" It's a very important question, Lincoln's is willing to help, but this is a rather big canyon and a small ring could be anywhere in here.

"I believe it dropped somewhere in this area. I need you search through here while I search in another area of the canyon." She firmly instructed in which Lincoln nodded in understandment. "Alright, but what do I do when I find it?"

"Just shout my name. Shout it as loud as you can." She instructed further.

Giving her a playful salute to show that he would do so. Lincoln gets himself on his knees and started his search for the ring that's somewhere near this rock. Seeing that his eyes were now off of her, Morag quietly exited the canyon with her devilish smile for now it's time to pull her dastardly plan into motion.

As Lincoln searched for the ring. He's unaware that at the top of the canyon is a very large herd of long horn cattle. They have been brought here by their farmer for the grass is very lush here, there were probably about a thousand of them here as they grazed on the grass. The hairy cattle were absolutely perfect for Morag's plan and she didn't have to worry about the farmer since he got knocked out, courtesy of Becky who slammed a metal pipe on the top of his head.

Now the delinquent trio stood in the back of the herd waiting to start the fun. Unfortunately all this waiting is really boring for Hank who is not known for being the most patient person for he is more of a do things now and think later type of guy. "Ugh! Can't we just do it now! I mean they're right in front of us."

Rolling her eyes for her friend's impatience as it always gets them in trouble. Becky slaps him on the head hard enough to make him rub it as he looked to her. "We are not going to mess things up because of your do things now attitude. We're going to wait for Morag's signal and that's final."

"Fine! But it better be soon as I don't want to spend the day next to these walking carpets." Hank huffed, earning a loud scoff from Becky. A ding from her phone is then heard, taking out her rather old phone that's a bit cracked after a few accidental drops, Becky read the tweet that Morag sent her.

With the go ahead from Morag, she gleefully turns to her friends with a thumbs up. "Let's do this."

Not wasting any time, the trio began to run towards the herd.

"Has to be here somewhere." Brushing away the rocky ground, Lincoln crawled himself away from the large rock with his hands getting pretty dirtied up in his search for the ring. It's hard work, but he will find that ring and won't stop until sunset or more preferably find it.

He brushes away some more gravel and is met with a gleam that's caused by the light of the sun. Smiling in anticipation for it looks like he found something, Lincoln picked up the object to reveal that it's the ring. He managed to find it and now he can return it to Morag. He happily stands up to his feet and upon remembering on what Morag instructed for him to do, he shouted as loud as his voice can muster. "Morag! I found your ring!"

His voice echoes through the canyon walls, there was no doubt that Morag had heard him and is probably on her way over to him right now. However when his final echo finished a strange new sound began to echo through the canyon, listening to it carefully, it sounded like thunder. Next; a vibration ran through him that made him very uneasy, slowly Lincoln looked down to some small rocks that are rapidly bouncing up and down.

Something is happening and whatever it was? It seemed to be coming from a slope as evidence by a flock of birds flying overhead. A stampeding herd of cattle suddenly appeared from the top and thundered on down the slope, generating dust from the combine hoofs running together all at once, all the while they were all calling out in panic as they ran straight towards Lincoln who had his mouth open in a mix of shock and dread as they came in closer.

He is absolutely frozen on the spot. This is just too shocking for his brain to register on what to even do. This simply couldn't be happening to him at the moment. But as the herd got closer, Lincoln broke out of his frozen state and ran for it with the herd shortly afterwards reaching the spot he had just been standing in like an unstoppable flood. Without looking back Lincoln ran like he never done so before as the stampede of cattle unintentionally chases after him, with more of them running into the canyon under each second of time.

From the very back of the herd, the delinquent trio poked them with sharp sticks as they all herded them into the canyon. When the last ones went in the trio smugly watched as the herd gained on the young Duke. It wouldn't be long until the herd caught up and trampled that little brat, it's just too bad that they don't got any front-row seats to see it.

Still running down the canyon, Lincoln accidentally dropped Morag's ring which bounced a few times on the ground before getting trampled by the dozens of hoofed feet.

Meanwhile as Lincoln is on the run from the stampede, Lynn and Angus are walking in the outskirts of the village chatting amongst themselves. "And that's my new technique on cleaning up a kilt." Angus happily told Lynn who thought hard on what Angus just explained to him of kilt cleaning. "Hmm, I just might to try that sometime later."

"I promise you won't regret it, sire." Angus said in glee.

Suddenly Morag ran up to them, looking very frantic as she looked to Lynn. "Thank goodness I've found you sire! It's just terrible!"

"What's wrong Morag?" Lynn is instantly on alarm for an emergency is a foot and he needed to find out what to do in order to stop it or prevent a loss of life or a serious injury.

"There's a stampede in the canyon! Lincoln's down there!" She cried.

"Lincoln" He repeated in fear for his son is in another deadly situation. He needed to get to the canyon right away before something happens to him.

Without another word he runs towards the canyon with a very worried Morag and Angus right on his side. "Oh deary me bagpipes."

Despite going at top speed, the herd easily overtaken Lincoln. Large bodies ran pass him as they suddenly moved from side to side, while some bump into one another.

Lincoln dodged and weaved from the passing cattle, he felt the rising dust go up his nose as he scanned around for something high to hold onto while the stampede thunders through. He couldn't reach the canyon sides as both ways have been blocked by a large, hairy body that would trample him if he made any wrong move. His only hope is to find something ahead of him and to his luck he sees a rather big boulder up ahead.

Making a quick dash, Lincoln jumps and climbs himself to the top of the boulder, where he clung onto it for dear life as the cattle ran pass. The boulder jerks as a passing cattle bumps against it, making him cling on tighter out of reflex. This clearly wasn't a stable boulder and it could only take up a few more bumps before it rolls itself out of the ground and when that happens, it isn't going to be very good for the terrified boy.

The three adults make it to the canyon. They all climb themselves down on a slope and immediately began to scan around for Lincoln, it wasn't easy as the amount of passing bodies and dust made it very difficult to pinpoint a single boy down there.

Angus however does managed to spot Lincoln and quickly pointed over to his location. "There he is! On that boulder!"

Seeing his very terrified son clinging on to that piece of rock sends Lynn into overdrive for this is by far more worse than yesterday. "Lincoln!"

Hearing his dad call out to him, Lincoln swiftly lifted his head up to look at him, from here he can practically see the petrified look in his son's eyes. "Dad!"

"Hang on tight, son!" He desperately called down to him, only to have another cattle bump into the boulder which nearly catapulted Lincoln who couldn't help but let out a terrified scream. Hearing that scream was all it took for Lynn to run on down the canyon wall, getting himself to the bottom he waits for an opening before jumping in and run with the stampede of cattle.

With this great tension, Angus couldn't help but bite his fingernails as he watched this dramatic turn of events. It was just terrible with how much danger young Lincoln is in, the young lad must be terrified out of his mind. He needed to do something to help out, but how?

That's it! He'll go to the village for help! That's what he'll do!

He turns around, only to get tripped by Morag who struck out her leg. Falling forward, Angus slammed head first into a rock instantly knocking him out cold. That's one problem down for Morag as she didn't need no witnesses, now she can freely watch the show from the safety of the cliff sides.

Within the stampede himself. All Lynn could focus on is his son as he still clung on tightly to that boulder for his life. He couldn't reach him as the large bodies blocked his path, forcing Lynn to run pass the boulder until he finally got an opening. Dodging into that opening, Lynn turned back and ran for the boulder, only to get slammed to the ground as a cattle shoved him out of the way.

Momentarily dazed, Lynn quickly sat up and stared at the boulder in horror as another cattle slammed full force into it. That one had been the final push for the boulder as it rolled off the ground and catapulted Lincoln into the air. From his terrified eyes all Lincoln could see is the passing bodies that are about to trample him once he crashes to the ground.

Getting back up on his feet in a flash as he spread his arms out, Lynn ran forward and caught his son like a football. Now with his son safely held in his arms, Lynn ran for safety, he just needs to climb up on the ledge and then they'll be both safe.

A stinging sensation in his cheek suddenly strikes him though as he bumped into a cattle and had its horn slice into his cheek. The force from the impact flings Lincoln out of his grip, Lincoln lands a few meters away, feeling the wind of the passing cattle that went over him before feeling a terrible pain on his hand as a hoofed landed on it, he could feel his bones break from under the weight of the cattle. Lincoln however didn't have time to hold his broken hand for instead he sat there terrified as the cattle ran pass him, by now the dust had created a thick layer making it hard to see anything until it ran at him.

Suddenly his dad emerges out of the fog of dust, without even stopping he picked up his son again and carried him away just in the nick of time for a cattle had tripped and fell right on the very spot Lincoln had been sitting at.

Dodging some more cattle, Lynn makes it to a ledge and throws Lincoln to the top of it. Still ignoring his broken hand, Lincoln looked down to his dad for he's going to need a good hand to help lift him up to safety. He doesn't get the chance to even get a grip on the ledge for he suddenly got tackled by another cattle and disappeared into the hairy flash flood. "Dad!"

Looking around in vain, Lincoln tries to spot his dad amongst the fleeing herd, but he couldn't with all the movement in the canyon which made him very worried for his dad's safety. His ears then hear something, looking to his side Lincoln is very much relieved to see his dad slowly climbing up the canyon wall, he looked battered with some tears in his clothes, but overall he looked alright.

With this Lincoln began his own way up the canyon to meet up with his dad.

The climb up is very hard for Lynn as not only was it steep with very little grips to help him climb up, he is also very tired and hurt after all those impacts from those cattle, but he can see a ledge just a few meters above him. He'll just needs to move up a little bit more and then he'll be safe.

Grunting with each time he moved, Lynn just makes it to the ledge when his feet suddenly slipped almost making him fall if he hadn't kept a death grip on the wall. In vain Lynn tries to get his feet back in place, but it's useless as he couldn't get a grip and what was worse his weight is starting to pull him back down.

Morag then comes into view and looked down at him with regard. To Lynn it's a utter blessing for he wasn't going to fall back into the stampede. "Morag! Thank goodness! You have no idea on how I'm so, ding dong happy to see you!" Lynn nearly looses his grip and slid down a bit. "Um. Would you please help me out of this jam?"

With a smirk Morag leaned down and grabbed his hand. Lynn breathed out a sigh of relief for he's saved now. "Thank you Morag." She however doesn't pull him up much to his confusion. "You can pull me up now."

With her smirk turning into an unnerving grin, Morag looked straight into the puzzled Lynn's eyes, she got close to him and whispered to him with so much venom. "Death to a Loud."

Lynn didn't even get to process on what she said before she shoved him off the wall.

Getting up to a higher ledge, Lincoln is just about to climb up further when a loud scream hit his ears. Quickly turning around to face the blood curdling scream, Lincoln watched in horror as his dad fell into the stampede. "DAD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Quickly Lincoln races back down the canyon just as the last of the herd passes by, leaving behind a dusty fog, upturn rocks, snapped in half sticks, and a uneasy silence. Confused and filled with great worry Lincoln looked around the dust in vain for his dad. He had to be somewhere down here and he's going to find him; broken hand or not.

"Dad!"

He gets no reply, getting him more worried for what if his dad is unconscious with a badly damaged body. What was he going to do if he found him like that? He didn't bring his phone with him and he feared that something might happen to him once he leaves for help. Oh, he just had to find him! He'll have to worry about what to do later.

"Dad! Where are you?!"

The sound of a rock get his attention with slight hope for maybe that was his dad. Looking in the direction of the sound, he could just make out an approaching figure making him smile for that must be him! The figure gets closer to him, Lincoln instinctively raises up his arms for a hug as he's relieved that his dad is all right. His relief however is cut off when the figure revealed itself to be a lone cattle that had staggered behind from the rest of the herd that ran passed him, he fallows the cattle run until it passed by a shape on the ground.

From the shape Lincoln recognizes it as human causing him to freeze up, he couldn't muster up any type of words, not even the pain of his broken hand didn't distract him as he studied the shape. It took all of his courage to approach the shape that is the body of Lynn Loud who had bruises all over him, flowing blood from his nose and mouth which revealed broken teeth, a bent nose, even more tears in his clothes, but the thing that got Lincoln the most is the lifelessness in his half closed eyes. "D-dad."

Feeling his whole body shake from a overflow of emotions, Lincoln looked for any sign of life in his dad for he couldn't be dead, he just couldn't be. He felt himself buckle under his wight of emotions and fell to his knees, then he very slowly reached over and grabbed his dad's arm where he slowly pulled on it in hope that his dad would respond.

When that didn't happen, Lincoln next places his fingers on his neck and felt himself broke even further when he felt no pulse. "No. Oh gosh. Please no." Not being able to hold it in any longer, Lincoln lowers his head down and started to sob in despair. His dad is dead! What was he going to tell his family? This is officially the worst day in the history of his entire life and all he can do is just sit here and cry uncontrollably next to his dad's body.

He's so absorb in his grief that he didn't notice Morag emerging out from the dust. She is very disappointed that Lincoln had lived through her plan, but perhaps she can improvise with this minor setback. Letting out a gasp, she gets his attention immediately, she notes on his tear strain face as she pretended to be horrified on the discovery of Lynn's corpse. "Lincoln! What have you done?"

Lincoln couldn't even find the words to speak, he is just so grief stricken. Any words that he could muster out were nothing more than stutters, it took him a good few minutes to even begin a full sentence. "I didn't mean to. I just did on what you said, but then the cattle came down. I didn't want this to happen. I swear."

"Of course you didn't, it was only a terrible accident." Morag softly said in comfort as she wrapped her arm around him, allowing him to get closer to her while his tears fell off his cheeks. "But it doesn't change the fact that the Duke is dead and if it weren't for you, he would still be alive."

She could tell that hit him as hard as a sledgehammer hitting him. Time to hammer in the final nail in the coffin for this pathetic brat. "I could hardly imagine on what your family is going think of you? I don't think they're ever going to love you again."

Lincoln blinks a couple times with his teary eyes as he took in on what Morag said. His family no longer loving him is something he feared the most, but would they really stop loving him because of this incident? Of course they would, who would look at the child who caused the death of their own parent in any positivity. It made him very afraid for he didn't want to face the disappointment or anger of not only his family, but also the entire population of the village. "What am I going to do Morag?" He then pleaded with her.

To answer his question, Morag pushed Lincoln away from her and looked at him in the eyes. "I'll tell you what you should do. Save them all the trouble and leave."

Lincoln blinks in surprise for is she really suggesting that he should leave his home? She suddenly gets more close to him and spoke up more loudly. "Leave immediately and never return!" She gives him a hard shove, sending Lincoln to turn around and run away down the canyon.

Behind her, Morag heard the big, dumb laughter of Hank and Hawk as the trio approached her. "Look at that! The plan worked perfectly."

"Yeah it did! Let's celebrate with some chicken wings!" Hawk happily declared.

"Hold those celebrations." Morag remarked. "Lincoln is still alive." Slowly turning to face them, she narrowed her eyes with a scowl. "You know what to do."

"It'll be are pleasure." Swiftly Becky pulls out her knife with a lot of excitement for she had been looking for some payback from the embarrassment she faced yesterday.

Not knowing on where exactly he is going as well as still crying over the death of his father. Lincoln just ran through the canyon until he stopped to recompose himself. This was so much to take in for a young boy like him who woke up this morning, thinking on how to make up the trouble he gotten into with his family. But somehow this day had swiftly turned horrible and he can't take it back no matter what, and he didn't know that it was about to get much more worse until he heard laughter calling out from behind him.

Swiftly looking back, he got instantly afraid as the same delinquents from yesterday are running at him with the girl holding a knife in her hand. "Look who doesn't have daddy to protect them!"

"Yeah! It's pounding time!" Hank shouted with his fists ready to pound on a certain someone's face.

For the second time that day Lincoln ran for his life, but unlike the cattle they weren't going to run pass him once they caught up with him. He didn't know how he's going to loose them for he knew that he didn't have enough gas to keep him running for long as he jumped over rocks and up small ledges with those delinquents hot on his tail.

Turning a sharp corner Lincoln suddenly found a cliff in front of him. He had been going too fast to stop as he went over the ledge and fell all the way down towards a raging river, where he luckily landed on a log.

Behind him Hank had nearly fell off the cliff to, if it weren't for Hawk swiftly grabbing his hand and pulled him back to safety just in time. "Whoa! That was close! Thanks bro!"

"No problem bro." Hawk then took a look over the edge and whistles upon seeing how far down it went. "Man. I would hate to be you if I hadn't caught ya in time."

"No fooling."

Meanwhile Becky is busy scanning the raging water for any sign of that white hair pipsqueak. She eventually spots him floating away on that log he landed on. "There he goes."

Hank and Hawk looks down and watches as the log floated further away from them, they couldn't reach him as the rest of the cliff is too steep to walk on and frankly they don't want to fall into that raging water below. "So what now?" Hank asked.

"It's simple we go back and begin our luxury life." Hawk answered for he just couldn't wait to be resting on a fold back chair and work on his tan.

"Shouldn't we go after pipsqueak?" Hank countered for he for one didn't want to cross Morag.

"Relax will ya. If that raging water won't kill him, he's surly dead on his own out there anyway." Becky stated with a shrug for really there is no way that loser would live that long in the wilderness.

"What if he comes back?" Hank question further which earned him a wave off from Becky who merely scoff at such a ridiculous question. "He won't have the guts. But if he does, will simply kill him then. Now come on we gotta meet up with the others." Without another word the trio left for home, leaving poor, fatherless Lincoln alone as he held his broken hand and let the log carry him away into the unknown.

"I'm so sorry dad." He muttered under his breath.

It's a sad evening for everyone in Loch Loud as they all gathered in the castle courtyard. Their kind Duke and the young future Duke had died today in a stampede. It's a big blow for everyone in Loch Loud for he along with his son had been the most kind people they have ever knew and they were gone just like that. However their grief is nothing compared to the Loud family who all had their heads down and sob their eyes out, even the usual emotionless ones like Lisa and Lucy were crying in grief over the death of not only their dad but their brother as well.

It's a very huge blow for the entire family. How could they live the rest of their lives without the two most important people they ever knew? Now all they have of them are pleasant memories of their father's smile, his kind nature as he took care of them, then of Lincoln as he came up with plans or helped them with their problems without asking for anything in return. All these memories is enough to make them all cry even louder. Some called out in vain for either their father or brother, especially Rita who had collapsed onto her knees and cry into her hands.

Morag meanwhile stood on the balcony overlooking the grieving crowd with fake sadness. "It's truly a sad day for all of us my friends. Truly Loch Loud will never be the same after this great tragedy, if only I was fast enough I could've saved them both."

To her sidelines Angus with a bandage wrapped on his bumped head, looked down in guilt. If only he hadn't trip and knock himself out. He probably could've gotten help in time. It had been a horrible time for him to be clumsy.

"But I have news that will perhaps shine some light in this dark time." Morag continues. "Just before our beloved Duke breathed his last breath, he appointed me as the new Dutchess of Loch Loud." She announced, shocking everyone over such an announcement. Rita is especially shocked for she is the Dutchess, she immediately wanted to know what the meaning of this is? "Wait? What do you mean that your a Dutchess?"

"Oh yes. He told me just that and I simply can't ignore a Duke's final words." Morag replied.

"And what about me?" Rita question. She didn't want to dismiss her husband's final wish, but it seems a bit strange and all of a sudden.

"You can be my co-Dutchess. Trust me Rita, with me in charge everything is going to get better around here." Morag reassures.

"How so?" Rita question further, she didn't know why, but for some reason she had a bad feeling about this.

"I decided to that the best way to improve are daily lives here is to unite with a neighboring village that we have shameless cast out like buzzards." Morag began.

Down below Taylor who is still grieving heavily over the death of her best friend, turned around along with her parents and everyone else to face the drawbridge. They got shocked upon seeing delinquents smugly crossing it, Taylor immediately hid behind her mother's legs for she quickly recognize three of those delinquents. "For here on out! We from Loch Loud will happily form a friendship with the residence of the Forbidden Village. No longer we will be separated with boundaries and prejudice. Let's this be a start to a glorious future!"

The delinquents cheered loudly, while the residents of Loch Loud are very unsure or a bit scared of this turn of events. Meanwhile from up the balcony Lucy lowered her head down further in grimace for she knew already that the dark times for the entirety of Loch Loud is just beginning. "May you rest in peace father and Lincoln." She muttered under her breath with a hint of sorrow.