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Shouldn't be too late to join

Name: Jack

Age: 19

'''Other: Has a pet lynx called 'Shade' rescued before he was forces to leave goldrock. His family are all dead apart from a cousin who is hiding somewhere unkown to anyone but Jack's closest friends.'''

Jack heard the cries outside that the Thornhus were attacking. He grabbed his iron dagger slung his bow onto his back. He decided not to leave the house unless he had to, instead preferring to call Shade and feed him some carrots he had bought from his friend's small farm. Shade took the carrots but did not take them, only biting them into small pieces. "He must be anxious too," Jack said to himself.

Outside the cries were getting more distant, so jack cautiously proceeded to venture outside. Blinded by the sun, he could not see a loose stone and so fell over. He looked at what he had tripped on and saw it had been a piece of loose rock. However, the rock seemed a little different from the rest of the ground. Jack decided to pocket it and continue on his way. The streets were mostly empty, people were either hiding or had gone to fight the Thornhus.

As he got further into the town, Jack held up his dagger, as although it may be the last remaining stronghold, it was not safe from thieves and crooks that hid in the shadows. With nothing better to do, Jack headed to his best friend's house. He knocked, but was greeted by the sound of the fighting. Alex would not leave the house at this time, especially not during a conflict. He knocked again, but received no reply. Confused and wary, Jack opened the door and entered the house.

There was a small puddle of blood, with a slight trail of red leading to the back room. Jack followed it, and saw Alex, unconscious with a large wound in her left leg. Jack rushed over to her and checked to see if she was still alive. He could feel a slow pulse and could hear her shallow breath in the silence of the house. Alex's normally rosy cheeks had turned an ashen white and as Jack was bandaging the wound, he knew that without help, Alex would die.