I knelt down to the child. How could they? Who sacrifices a child.

"Please don't hurt me," she whispers.

"What's your name?"I say gently, not wanting to scare her. I may be an outlaw but that doesn't mean I'm heartless.

"Nyra," she responds.

"Nyra, that's a nice name."

                   *****

Its been ten years since I took Nyra in and began training her. She's a skilled marksman. She never misses regardless of her weapon.

"Mornin Amb" Nyra greets grabbing a slice of toast, "love the new place."

"Morning, I'm glad."I smile at her.

She returns my smile before leaving. I watch her leave and chuckle opening up the binder with the plans for her sweet sixteen. The move and new house was only the start of the things I had planned.