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We all wish for a happy ending,
especially when we don’t have enough spendings.

But happy endings come with a price,
a luxury the common peasant can’t afford unless they give up rice.

Or maybe happy endings are a myth,
a story to keep children innocent with.

Or maybe it’s not that kind of kingdom,
but we’re still playing the villains and the heroes.

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Nimona fixed her brown veil and entered the market. It was filled with people and laughter. She went to the bakery stand and counted her gold coins, 109, not enough. She knew begging didn’t help, but what choice does she have?

“Excuse me!” Nimona called out to the seller, her heart hopeful.

“Yes, child?” The seller said and walked up to her, a welcoming smile on his face.

“Can I pay 109 now, and pay you back later? It’s all I have and… I haven’t eaten in a while.” Nimona asked in a soft voice, trying to gain his trust. Hiding her fear.

The seller’s smile dropped, “I’m sorry child, but a loaf is 200.” he told Nimona with a heavy heart, and pointed to the sign stating so. “Also I don’t know when later is, what if the shop is already passed down to my daughter when you got the rest huh?” He joked and winked.

“Please, I’ll bring you the rest some other time.” Nimona pleaded, her heartbeat rising, she really hated what she had to do.

“I’m sorry, but if you want I can-“ Nimona grabbed a loaf and started running, wind pushing her clothes back and her pink hair escaping her veil from all sides. “CHILD! COME BACK! CHILD!” The seller started yelling.

Nimona hid the loaf in her bag and made a turn, her veil falling back, two knights waited for her there. She paused for a moment, then started running the opposite direction, out of the market and into the dimmed streets. The knights behind her started yelling at her to stop, but she ignored them. Stopping now will do nothing but harm.

Nimona ran and ran until she entered a dead end. Her heart dropped when she heard footsteps behind her. “Nowhere to run, you’re under arrest.” The knight said.

Pink sparkles surrounded Nimona as she shape-shifted into a bear. She growled at him, trying to make him run away. But he kept his indifferent look and electrocuted her with his spear. Nimona dropped to the ground and returned into her original form. He towered her and held her down as he called for back up, but Nimona started kicking and screaming at him to let her go.

“SHUT UP OR I’LL ACTUALLY HURT YOU!” He threatened and took out his sword.

“LET ME GO! Is this what heros do? Arrest children trying to survive?!” Nimona questioned, her eyebrows furrowed and eyes filled with rage.

“You’re no child, you’re a monster.” The knight insulted. Rage filled Nimona’s hurt heart, she kicked him hard in the stomach and started screaming in his ear. He stepped on her free arm as he raised his sword. “I told you to shut up you monster!” He hesitated as his sword raised above her shoulder, was he actually going to hurt a little girl? Then his walkie-talkie sounded his fellow knight, they were on their way to help stop the monster. ‘Fuck it.’

Nimona screamed and started crying, she couldn’t believe what was happening. She shape-shifted into a bear and pushed him off, then returned back into her original form and began running.

The knight yelled from behind her, she looked around for somewhere to hide, but all hope was lost. She slowed down, her feet hurt and she began accepting her fate. The weak can’t fight for long. Nimona felt a hand on her shoulder, her heart started pounding, she thought she was found, ‘Maybe in prison they’ll give me food’. The hand yanked her into the alley and covered her mouth. The knight’s yelling got weaker as a hand stroked her hair.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now.” The man said. He peeked out and took off his cloak, he looked at the girl, then at her bleeding shoulder and absent arm. “Don’t worry, I know what to do.” He told Nimona.

As the adrenaline rush ended, Nimona felt sleepy. “Safe?” She muttered and closed her eyes, collapsing on the man.

“Yes, safe.” The man replied. He picked her up and almost started crying, how could they do such things to a kid? At least one thing was clear, he needs to help her. Her story will not be like his.
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Nimona opened her eyes. She was lying on a couch, a blanket wrapped around her. The sound of water splashing from behind her filled her ears. She got up and looked to her left, what happened yesterday came back to her, and the fear of what will happen came over her. Looking around she was at a strange run-down house, it had a smell of mold and metal, but the fairy lights and pots on the stove suggested it’s lived in. Nimona walked to the stove, the dishes smelled delicious.

She looked behind her, the hallway was the place the noise came from. The man must be there, she should probably see who he is, maybe she knows him. Nimona walked towards the noise and looked inside the washroom, the man sat on his knees and washed her dress in a big bowl.

“Good morning!” He greeted and looked at the door, a soft smile on his face. Nimona hid behind the doorway, her face peeking out ever so slightly. “Don’t be scared girl, I’m just trying to help a fellow hunted-by-the-law!” He got up and put her dress beside her veil on the drying rack. Nimona looked at his hands, she noticed his robotic arm. “You might recognize me, I’m a hot topic in the news.” He turned around, Nimona nodded. “And who are you?” Ballister asked, the tone of his voice sweet as honey.

“Nimona.” She answered. Ballister walked towards her and ruffled her hair. ‘What is going on?’

“Nice to meet you, Nimona.” Ballister told her, “I saw what you did with that knight, would you like to join me?” he asked. The girl took a step back, she didn’t know how to even approach his question. His smile dropped, he sighed. “I understand, the villain league is scary and I’m not what you would call a trustworthy adult.” Ballister joked. “I will give you shelter and food though, you won’t need to steal anymore, it’ll be my job.” He promised and walked past her towards the kitchen.

“Why?” Nimona asked. She didn’t believe he would so quickly offer her a home, there has to be something he wants from her.

“The strong has to help the vulnerable. I was once in your position, but no one helped me.” Ballister answered, his heart hurting slightly. Nimona looked down, her fear was lightened, maybe he was just trying to help her. “I’ll build you an arm too, but we have to wait until the wound closes up around the connector for it to install.” Ballister said and grabbed a bowl.

Nimona followed his steps to the living area, she noticed herself in the mirror near the front door. She was wearing brown cargo pants four times her size, ND (northern district) bay leafs jersey, and her hair was up. She looked at the left sleeve, the absence of her arm felt strange. She felt relieved her piercings weren’t taken from her, took a lot of alcohol for them to not get infected. Her reflection was the same as ever, but something felt different in a good way. She smiled and fixed her bangs.

Ballister approached her with a bowl full of harira, “You like the leafs? They used to be my favorite growing up. Good thing I found you, it fits perfectly.” His soft smile calmed Nimona, whom smiled awkwardly back. “Would break my heart to throw it away, especially after I got hit in the nose by a puck once, bled all over it.” He opened a drawer near the mirror and pulled a picture out, Nimona took a glance before he put it in the mirror frame. “I took a picture with Tanev in the emergency room afterwards, he’s the best defenseman.” he told Nimona and handed her the bowl.

She looked at the bowl, then up at him. “What?” Ballister asked. “Spoon.” Nimona whispered. “Oh! Right.” Ballister ran to the kitchen, opened a drawer and took out a spoon. “You should sit at the table.” Ballister put the spoon at the circular table, “I’ll be in my lab if you need me.” he said and rested on the counter, waiting for her to sit. Nimona sat down and picked up the spoon. Ballister ruffled her hair and smiled. “You’re going to be a good kid, I just feel it.” he said, and walked to his lab.

Nimona didn’t know how to feel about the man, he was so strange, but his care for her was admirable. Nimona knew him because of his arsonists robots and sometimes antinstitutional speeches, but who knew it all came from this old place? Maybe joining him wouldn’t be so bad, maybe she can find her forever home here.
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Night time came, Ballister was in his lab all day. Nimona spent hers exploring the area, she didn’t need anything so bothering Ballister would be useless.
There was a frozen lake close by, and a small shack filled with hockey sticks and pucks.
A dense forest was in the distance, but if you look across from it, a road was a few kilometers away, cars would go on it once in a while.
A tower with a sign on it was a little far too, it was closer to the city than Ballister’s house. “Dr. Meredith Blitzmeyer’s magic and exotic biology museum.” Nimona read out loud. She heard a window open from above.

“Hi kid!” A brown skinned woman with gray hair, called out from above. “We’re closed, you need help getting back home?” She asked. Nimona took a step back. “Wait a sec I’m getting a call.” The woman got back into the tower.

Nimona looked around, wondering if she was even allowed to walk that far off. The woman opened the door, facing Nimona with her smile, holding her phone near her ear.

“Yeah she’s here actually, you want me to take her back?” Meredith asked, a smirk on her face. A few moments later she said her goodbyes and stepped out. “Time to take you back home little one.” Meredith put her hand on Nimona’s shoulder, and gently guided her as she walked. “Let me guess, he was in his lab all day?” She asked, a slight smug in her voice. Nimona nodded and silently laughed. Meredith sighed. “He’s probably smoking or working on his next project, ever since him and Ambrosius started hating each other he just buried himself in robotics.” Meredith explained, her tone raising towards the end. “I miss our old days, when we burned our tests and graffitied the walls of the institution.” She added and sighed.

As they got closer to the house, Ballister’s silhouette appeared near the front door. Meredith stopped and took her hand off.

“Well, off you go. I’ll see you around kid.” She said and turned around, “Come back to have a look, if you want.” Meredith ruffled Nimona’s hair, then walked back to her tower.

Nimona started advancing towards her home as well. A sinking feeling was in her stomach, but Ballister’s sweet smile calmed it. When they faced each other he booped her nose, making her giggle.

“Come on in, you must be cold.” Ballister took off his coat and put it on Nimona’s shoulders. She wrapped it around her and bowed with her head in gratitude. “It’s like -10° (14°f) out here how did you survive that far?” He asked as they walked back inside, hugging his exposed arms. Nimona shrugged. “Well don’t go out without telling me, okay? I want to know where you’re going too, so I’ll know where to look if you don’t come home after sunset.” He explained and opened the door. Wind pushed snow inside the doorway. Nimona walked in and put the coat on the hanger. “Wanna see your new cool arm?” Ballister asked pridefully and closed the door behind him. Nimona nodded excitedly, he signaled with his hand for her to follow him. She did so with her wide smile and imagination.

Ballister’s lab was the second biggest room in the house, besides the living room. It had papers with sketches on them, and metal bits scattered across the floor and tables. The ashtray was full of cigarettes butts, explaining the smell. Lighting was bright in some parts and dimmed in others, due to the lamps having different candles and places; he has the money for technology, but not for lightbulbs? She noticed a bed on the other side of the room, was he sleeping in this mess?

“Tada!” Ballister held the arm in his hands, “What do you think?” he asked, his smile as big as ever.

The arm had gray and black supporters and connectors, with pink wires in different shades across it. The hands had black cushioned fingers and palms with hard insides, and pink glued on nails.
Nimona traced her hand over it, her smile getting bigger and bigger as she looked at it.

“I love it!” Nimona said and looked at Ballister with admiring eyes. “You don’t understand how much this means to me, I really appreciate it.” She added as her eyes fell back on the arm.

“It does need a few tweaks, but I still got time to fix ‘em up.” Ballister said and put the arm back on the table. “I’ll check on the connector in a bit, but for now go brush your teeth I got a pack of toothbrushes in the cabinets, toothpaste is on the sink.” He told Nimona and ruffled with her hair. He turned around, and got back to work.

Nimona walked out with her heart warm. She felt so loved and cared for, she forgot she knows him for less than a day, and that he’s a criminal, but that’s not something to dwell on.
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The projector displayed a show on the wall. Ballister was lying on his bed with a mug full of tea in hand. Finally, rewinding from the day. A knock was on his door. “Come in!”

Nimona opened the door slightly and peeked inside, “I cant sleep.” she said.

“Why?” Ballister asked, his eyebrow raised slightly as he sipped on his tea.

“It’s scary in the dark.” Nimona answered.

Ballister sighed and put his drink on his table. He stood up, walked to the door and opened it all the way. He hugged Nimona and kissed her on the forehead, “It’s okay, you want a nightlight?” He asked. Nimona nodded. He walked to his closet and opened a drawer, shuffling around his old stuff. Aha! There’s that old thing. He took the nightlight and walked back to Nimona, “Here, you can put it on the coffee table for now. I’ll clean out the storage room for you tomorrow.” Ballister handed Nimona the light, she smiled and went back to the living room.

He closed the door and sighed again, thinking about how his room could use a bit of cleaning too. Lying back on his bed and throwing the blanket around him made him melt into the warmth, the countryside was either hot as lava or cold as ice, whatever comfort was achieved was cherished. He gave Nimona the duvet and kept the thinner blanket to himself so he wasn’t afraid she would be cold, and now with the nightlight he was sure in her comfort. Her safety was a different question.

Sleep took over him, the show still running in the background.
Nimona fell asleep as well, the light shining in her restful face. She liked it there, she prayed it could stay like that forever.

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Ballister jolted awake as the clock fell on his face. He rose up and saw the time, 10:34. As he sat up, he smelled eggs in the kitchen. He stretched out his 3 remaining limbs, face scrunching. He stood up and walked to his door, remembering that he let a random teenager live with him, real responsible for him.

Nimona heard footsteps from Ballister’s room. She turned around and turned the stove off, waiting for him to come out. The door opened and the tanned man walked out yawning.

“Good morning!” Ballister greeted Nimona when he walked towards her. A bright smile on his half sleeping face.

Nimona smiled back and grabbed two plates from the cabinets. “Good morning Boss! I made us some scrambled eggs, sit down I’ll plate them.” She said and plated the dish. “You want ketchup or something with that?”

Ballister raised his eyebrow, “What do you mean, “Boss”? You don’t work for me, not that I remember how I employed the last of them.” he said and sat at the table, facing Nimona as she put the plates on the table.

“Oh…” Nimona sat down as well, her face saddening. “I thought because you wanted me to join you… never mind.” She answered and snarled in disappointment.

Ballister’s eyes opened in surprise, a silent oh on his lips. He felt terrible all of the sudden. “I’m sorry, I thought you didn’t want to, that’s why I was confused.” He said, rubbing his neck. “But since you want to, sure.”

A big smile appeared on Nimona’s face. “So I’m your sidekick?” She asked, her voice raised.

Ballister scoffed, “If you can prove yourself, for now you can be my squire.” he answered and winked. “You got an education?”

Nimona’s smile dropped, “I know how to write, read, and do numbers.” she answered and stabbed her eggs. “I was told before I’m skilled with math, but I never had the money for books.” She leaned back and sighed.

Ballister raised his eyebrow, “Did you not go to school?” he asked and picked up his fork.

“Nope.” Nimona answered and brought the fork to her face, “I was locked up for most of my childhood, when I escaped I lived in the shadows and befriended other homeless children, and the princess.” she explained. When she put the fork in her mouth, she looked at Ballister’s confused face. “What? I helped her rebel, sue me!” Nimona talked with her mouth full.

“There’s no way you’re friends with the princess, no one knows who she is.” Ballister doubted, his voice condescending.

Nimona rolled her eyes, “YOU don’t know who she is.” she corrected. “She’s a private person, plus her dad is super overprotective. He never let her out, I help her escape from time to time. Sometimes we even graffiti or do some other stuff around town.” Nimona furrowed her eyebrows and looked down as her cheeks grew rosier.

Ballister chuckled, “Right, and I’m the best knight of the realm!” He teased and stabbed his eggs.

Nimona rolled her eyes, what does he know? ‘At least I’m not a national rejection…’ she insulted in her heart and chuckled, her face relaxed.

“I can hear you making fun of me in your head, stop.” Ballister told Nimona and booped her nose. Nimona giggled and leaned back on her chair, Ballister smiled back and put the fork in his mouth.

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Midday rolled around. Nimona was watching some northern drama on the television, her eyes fixated on the screen. Ballister pulled his coat off the hanger and grabbed his keys.

“I’ll be back by sunset with takeout. Don’t wander off too far, and if you do go back home. I’ll ask Mer to babysit you, she’ll come in an hour or so.” Ballister told Nimona as he wore his coat, “There’s leftovers for lunch and snacks in the lower drawer next to the fridge.” he said and opened the door. “I care for you, bye.”

‘That’s an odd thing to say, but okay…’ Nimona sat up, not moving her eyes from the tv. “I care for you too, bye.” She said and looked at him for a moment, her soft smile warming his heart.

Ballister stepped outside, closing his coat as he shut the door. He sighed, then started marching to the tower.

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Another slow day in the gift shop. Meredith was with a touring group somewhere in the tower, she promised to watch Nimona the minute she’s done with them.

“That’ll be 320 gold, coins or card ma’am?” Ballister asked the old lady at the register.

“When I was a younger, this could buy you a house in the capital!” She said playfully and handed Ballister her card, her smile growing amongst her wrinkles.

“Times have changed huh?” Ballister replied and laughed. He scanned the card, it declined. ‘Shit.’ He furrowed his brows.

“Is there something wrong, young man?” She asked, her sweet voice softly punching his heart.

“Your card declined. Don’t worry, it’ll be on me.” Ballister answered, put the coins in the register and handed her the card

“Oh!” She looked at the card, “That’s my freezed card, here try this one.” She said and handed him another card.

“Don’t worry ma’am, I already paid for you.” Ballister said and smiled with his teeth.

“Well then, here’s my number. If I can help you as you helped me, call me.” She picked her bag and handed Ballister a small paper with her number on it, “Have a blessed day young man!” she told Ballister and waved goodbye as she left.

Ballister leaned on the wall behind the counter after helping a few other customers, he looked at the clock. ‘Where is that riverian?’ He rubbed his eyes and sighed.

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After what felt like an eternity, Meredith came down to the shop. “Sorry for the delay,” She got behind the counter and took off her coat, “a lot of curious little ones this seasons.” she said and smiled. “You going to get out of my way or what?

Ballister raised his eyebrow, “What are you doing?” He asked.

“Replacing you?” She answered as her brows furrowed, “You asked me to, no?” her smile softened.

“No, I asked you to watch Nimona while I’m here.” Ballister sighed and pinched his nose bridge, “did you not read my messages?” he asked.

Meredith put her coat back on and smirked, “You know I don’t.” she answered. “Call me next time.” She said and closed her coat. She walked to the door and looked back at Ballister with a slight nod, then walked out.

Ballister rolled his eyes and looked at the clock, then outside. Groaning as it’s still bright outside, ‘When will five roll around?!’ he complained.

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A melody was heard from the house. Meredith opened the door and walked in, calling out for Nimona.

“Here!” Nimona said from the kitchen, putting the leftover soup in two small containers. “Do you mind if we go to the city? It’s important.” She closed the containers, turning to Meredith with a hopeful smile.

Meredith sighed, “It is one heck of a walk you know…” she told Nimona and put her hand on her hip.

Nimona put on her best puppy eyes, “Please?” she pleaded.

Meredith chuckled and smiled, “Fine, you got a coat?” she agreed and asked. Nimona shook her head and put the containers in her bag. “Oh boy… well, I guess jersey is close enough.” Meredith said under her breath smirking.

Nimona walked to the washroom, grabbed her veil and felt it to make sure it’s dry, ‘Perfect!’ she wrapped it around her forehead all the way to her neck, then tied it from behind and adjusted it to reveal a little bit of her hairline, learning her lesson from how she wore it loosely in the market. She walked out towards the tv and turned it off, then to Meredith and stopped in front of her. “Going?” She asked.

Meredith nodded and turned around, “You’re a Christian or…?” she asked as they started walking outside, glancing at Nimona’s veil.

“I’m not anything, it’s just my hair is very easy to spot so I cover it.” Nimona answered and smiled.

“Makes sense.” Meredith said and furrowed her brows, “Well Ballister is, if you’re interested.” she chuckled. “I’m technically a Glorthian but I don’t really practice.” Meredith told Nimona and shrugged, making Nimona giggle.

As they walked alongside the road, silence surrounded them. Their footsteps on the snow vanishing in the wind. Occasionally, cars would offer them rides, but were turned down politely. Never trust knights in military vehicles.

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Entering the dimmed streets, Nimona guided Meredith to what she said was a hideout. Meredith’s country side really showed when seeing the trashed sidewalks and drugged out people, shocked at how Nimona could just continue forward like that was normal. Nimona explained briefly about how she and her friends would come to the hideout to hide from knights, and how she would steal food for them, which she failed at yesterday.

“They should come anytime soon.” Nimona said as they entered, mentally noting how the lights being on meant they left for a brief time. She sat on the floor and put the containers on the carpet.

Meredith looked around the… house? It was too small for that title, but the lamps and fairy lights, carpet with children books scattered on, and chalkboard showed it was a home. “Do you guys… sleep here?” She asked with a heavy heart, she couldn’t imagine sleeping on a carpet with a dusty floor every night, especially children.

“Do you think we have a choice?” Nimona answered her question with another question. She stared at the entrance, expecting her friends’ arrival.

Meredith pursed her lips and looked at the chalkboard, written on it was an experiment on ants. “Did you write this?” She asked, a bright smile on her face as she turned to Nimona. Excitement filled her as she read about how much sugar you can give an ant, before either your brother yells at you or they die.

Nimona shook her head, “My friend Hiraya did, she wants to be scientist, biologist specifically.” she answered, her voice quiet and soft.
Footsteps.
Nimona stood up, her ears moved side to side. Two teenagers around her age entered, she ran toward them and hugged them tightly. “I’m sorry I didn’t come back!” Nimona apologized and broke the hug.

Hiraya gasped as she felt Nimona’s absence arm, she caressed her face trying to hold back tears. “What happened?” She asked, voice shaky.

“Oh nothing! Just a fight with a knight, but you know me, I recover fast.” Nimona answered and held Hiraya’s hand.

“Who is she?” Bayani asked and crossed his arms, looking suspiciously at Meredith. Even though his gut told him she’s a good one, he couldn’t help but not trust her.

“That’s Dr. Blitzmeyer, from that billboard. Don’t you remember?” Nimona answered, “She’s a friend of the guy that rescued me after…” she sighed deeply, “I lost my arm.” she told them and looked down.

Bayani’s expression softened. He walked towards Nimona and hugged her tight. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“For what?” Nimona asked, raising her brow slightly. Knowing he’s probably blaming himself for letting her go alone, she rubbed his back to comfort him.

“I don’t know.” Bayani answered, tears rolling down his face like a soft rain.

Nimona smiled and rubbed his back, “It’s okay, you don’t need to feel guilty for something you didn’t do.” she said and broke the hug. “I brought you guys some harira.” Nimona pointed to the containers with her thumb.

Hiraya put her hand on her chest and pouted, “You didn’t have to!” she said and hugged Nimona tightly, “Lord knows how grateful am I for a friend like you, always caring for us…” she stroked Nimona’s hair.

“Eat well kids, me and this little one have to go.” Meredith said and patted Nimona on the head, hand on her hip. As much as she wanted to stay, Ballister will kill her if he finds out they aren’t home, especially after sunset which is soon.

“Can we stay just a little? I promise to take full responsibility when we get back home!” Nimona pleaded, turning to the scholar. Not wanting to abandon her friends once more.

“Ballister will be livid at us,” she sighed and paused, “but when isn’t he?” she asked and smirked. What’s getting a slap from a friend compared to making teenagers happy?

Nimona squealed and smiled with her teeth, “THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK!” she thanked and marched in place, then hugged Meredith.

They sat down on the carpet and opened the containers. Nimona ranted about how in Ballister’s house there’s a frozen lake and a shack for hockey, then reminded them of how Samrawit got them tickets to the Royalrink, when the leafs and lynxes (panthers) played, nicknaming it the divorce game as they were both their favorites.

Meredith sat back and listened. They talked about their week, how they struggled to find jobs that didn’t end in underpayment or worse, food scarcity, knights preying on their situation to humiliate and abuse them. Same shit different generation huh? “Times haven’t changed much… when me and Bal were youngers in the institution, we had a secret rebellion group with another friend.” Meredith started telling, “But time took a toll and we grew up.” she looked at the chalkboard, “I left to travel the world and research everything it had to offer,” she turned her head to Nimona, “Bal continued to be a knight until he lost his arm and went into the villain league,” she looked down, “and our other friend settled into his role as commander. I wish we could stay together, but duty and fate aren’t negotiable if they walk side by side.” Meredith ended her speech and pouted. Her heart broke thinking about the old days with Ambrosius, feeling a bit of pity for him, no one wants cameras in your face since you were born. Which felt strange since she was a noble as well, but her parents protected her, so why was he treated differently?

“You guys rebelled against the institution? Tell us more!” Nimona commanded, her eyes filled with stars and voice filled with excitement as she leaned towards Meredith. Hiraya and Bayani looked at her with excitement as well, but Bayani furrowed his eyebrows, knowing in which direction Nimona’s mind is going to.

Meredith chuckled, “We called ourselves Teens Causing Scenes, or TCS for short. But all we did was steal mean knights’ clothes when they were in the shower, and graffiti “down with the institution!” at night and leave them wondering who did it.” she explained. “They still don’t know it was us!” Meredith laughed and took out her water bottle from her coat pocket.

A light bulb lit above Nimona’s head, “What if we restore it? Make our own TCS? Just because you guys grew up doesn’t mean we should sit back and let the knights do whatever they want!” she told Hiraya and Bayani, “They are pigs, abusers, and the garbage’s juice, and we’re tired of them not being treated as such.” she insulted and leaned back. “Right?” She turned to Bayani.

Bayani smirked, “Here comes demigoddess of justice!” he mocked. “Do you want your other arm cut off or what? You’re a northern! No one will take you seriously, especially if your sidekicks are riverians!” He downgraded them against his true beliefs.

Nimona stood up and paused, planning her speech. “But what if we don’t listen to them? What if we do try this out? We already got nothing to lose!” She raised her hand up, “We can be a voice, a protest, a light for our communities!” she put her hand on her chest, “All we have to do is say no to those who will try and silence us.” she challenged Bayani’s point, her heart pounded but she knew it was necessary to let those thoughts out. She turned to the boy, “Bayani you are the most mature of us. I still remember how you held me and Hiraya when our orphanage was raided like it was your duty to protect us with your life. I respect you like no other person, but you know I cannot turn a blind eye to injustice!” Nimona added and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“You know I hate it when you grow up all of the sudden, fine, but if something goes wrong we stop.” Bayani told Nimona and sighed, “I don’t want to lose another family.”

Meredith held his hand, “You won’t,” she turned to the others, “none of you will have to be anything but teenagers anymore.” she promised and smiled. “I just have to ask, do you know what you’re getting yourself into, Nimona? This is not playing around this is actual illegal activities-“ Her phone rang, “It’s Ballister, wait.”
“Where are you two?”
“Funny, unimportant story.”
“Just get home. I’ve split the cash made in the shop already, your share in your mailbox.”
“I’ll get us back as soon as possible, don’t worry. Bye cya!”
“Bye.”
Ballister hang up. Meredith put her phone down and sighed, “Time to go, little ones.” she said and stood up.

“Little ones?” Nimona asked, her head tilting slightly.

“You heard me correctly, I can’t turn a blind eye to injustice either.” Meredith answered and put her hands on her hips, “I have a spare room with two beds and I can provide just fine, I could also use of another brilliant mind in my tower.” she explained and winked at Hiraya, who stood up and hugged her tightly. Meredith stroked her hair.

“What’s the catch?” Bayani asked, his arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“I’m barely home? There’s no catch, I just want to put you guys under my umbrella.” Meredith answered and laughed.

Bayani stood up, his expression softened. “If you say so…” He said and looked at Nimona.

Nimona smiled at him and nodded, reassuring him of her pure intentions.

Meredith put her hand on Hiraya’s shoulder, guiding her towards the exit as they hugged still, Nimona and Bayani followed them.

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When they arrived to their homes, the sun was already down and the sky was a dark navy blue. Nimona opened the door and looked at Ballister, he sat on the couch fidgeting with his ring, a concerned look on his face.

When he noticed her his expression softened, the light went back to his eyes. “There you are!” He stood up and walked over to her, “Aren’t you cold? I’ll make you tea!” he asked and hurried into the kitchen.

“Ibba (my father) it’s okay, I don’t get cold that easily.” Nimona replied and smiled. She walked in and put her bag near the door on the floor.

Ballister put the cattle on the stove and turned it on, “Nonsense! I’ll make you some tea, we watch a movie and you go to bed, alright?” he asked and turned to her. Nimona nodded and closed the door behind her. He smiled back and walked to the living room, “Wanna watch a movie? You pick.” He sat on the couch and picked up the remote, then turned on the TV.

“Sure!” Nimona answered and appeared next to Ballister, startling him. Her face got red and she looked down, “Sorry… I forgot to tell you I can do that.” she said in an ashamed voice.

Ballister stroke her hair and kissed her forehead, “It’s okay, you did nothing wrong. I think it’s cool how you can teleport like that!” he reassured and complimented. Nimona’s smile returned, Ballister gave her the remote. “Choose whatever.” He told her softly.

The cattle screeched, Ballister stood up and walked back into the kitchen. Nimona picked some zombie horror movie and pulled her veil off, untying the knot that held it on her head. Ballister came back and gave her the tea filled mug, she thanked him and wrapped her hand around the handle. He put the movie on and folded Nimona’s left sleeve, smiling in surprise as he saw the wound healed around the connector in just two days.

“I’ll put it in tomorrow morning.” He told Nimona and unfolded her sleeve, “You heal very fast, mine took like three months just to stop burning.” he commented and chuckled. Nimona rested her head on his shoulder. “Tired?” He asked and smirked. She nodded and sipped on her tea. He turned his head to the TV and sighed, relived she’s with him now. “Oh it’s that old movie ew, so unrealistic and weird. They had a 20 million gold budget, they could’ve at least put some effort in it!” Ballister commented and scrunched his face.

Nimona shushed him, “Shut up! I like this movie.” she told him and furrowed her brows.

Ballister apologized and sighed. The film filled the room with green and red lights alongside screams and other sounds of organs spilling out, Ballister couldn’t help but comment on everything he didn’t like or thought was unrealistic. Nimona grew to just ignore him, thinking he’s just like this when he doesn’t like the movie.

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As time went by, sleep took over Nimona. By the end of the movie she was curled up beside Ballister, his cape wrapping her. He tried waking her up gently to let go, but it was useless, the girl slept like a bear. He unclipped the cape and gently laid Nimona down on her pillow, then put the duvet over her. He wished her sweet dreams and stood up. He paused for a moment, looking at the screen, feeling this can’t be real. Yet… she was still right there, her peaceful face on his couch. He brushed off the feelings as just not being used to her.

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On his bed he looked at her new arm, pink wires vibrating in the darkness. Thinking about his future with her. Does he even know how to raise a shapeshifter? Does he ever know how it works? He shapeshifted once and it was though, he wondered if she was just like him. Never fitting in, always wanting to be something else, never fully comfortable or satisfied. Sleep shooed the thoughts away, letting a moment of peace flow through him as well.

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Ballister dialed Meredith’s number, and sat up on his bed rubbed his eyes.

She picked up, “Hello?” her voice faint and a yawn was heard.

“Hey Mer! Sorry for the hour, but you texted me “call me 5 need talk” at midnight?” Ballister questioned, his brows furrowed.

Meredith laughed, “Oh right! Yeah… you remember TCS?” she asked.

Ballister sat up and started walking around his room, “Yes?” he answered.

“So I told Nimona and two of her friends about it… They got a little bit too excited.”

Ballister held in his stream of swear words, he sighed. “What did you do?” He asked, his voice sharp and rushed. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest, almost tearing his skin and jumping out.

“You know I can’t help not answer questions!” Meredith defended herself, her voice growing higher towards the end of the sentence.

Ballister paused, his eyes twitched. “What did you do, Meredith?” He repeated.

Meredith sighed, “I just told them about what we did and why we broke off, nothing else.” she answered.

“Well we are shutting this down I don’t want them to do this.” Ballister put his hands on his hips, “Me and Nimona? fine, three teenagers who we don’t know all alone? absolutely not.” he explained, “Also, until I forget about Ambrosius? Why throw salt on my wounds?”

“I don’t know, I think they can handle it.” Meredith disagreed, “And stop being dramatic it was just a-“

“DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT WAS JUST A MISUNDERSTANDING!” Ballister interrupted, “He abandoned me! He made his priorities clear, that’s not a misunderstanding.” he cried out.

Meredith sighed, “Alright, I’m sorry.” she said. “Let’s get back to the kids; What would make you believe me, when I say I think they can be the heroes they want to be?” Meredith questioned.

Ballister sat back on his bed and thought for a moment, he wiped his tears and fidgeted with his ring. “Answer, do you think a test will prove your theory for me?” He asked, a smirk on his face.

“What test will it be?” Meredith asked, a slight smug in her voice.

“The lake is fully frozen.” Ballister answered and looked out the window.

Meredith laughed, “Same as always…” she commented. “I’ll bring them over when they’re up, cya.” She hung up.

Ballister looked at the arm on his work table, he crossed his arms. He thought he left everything that reminded him of Ambrosius in the past, turns out God sent him a big reminder in pink and a mini dress.

Nimona threw the cube on the table, fingers crossing after she let them go. “Come on…” She repeated, eyes narrow and brows furrowed. A 5! She smiled widely and moved her piece. “Enchanted forest!” She announced.

Ballister smirked and chuckled, “Which is mine, 600 gold please.” he told Nimona and motioned for her to hand over the bills.

Nimona paused, then shifted into a bear. “No way! I gather all the oppressed animals and we overthrow you, which makes it mine.” She removed the hotel and replaced it with a house.

Ballister raised his eyebrows, “Actually,” he removed the house and put the hotel back, “I’m a fair ruler and the animals love me, so after your brainwashing or spell on them fades they bring me back to the throne. I’m taking another 600 for the damages.” he explained, taking 1,200 gold from Nimona’s cash. “Your turn, Hiraya.”

Nimona rolled her eyes and leaned back, returning to her original form. Crossing her arms, holding in the urge to burn the board.

Hiraya threw the dice and looked at the board, a 3! She grabbed her piece and took 3 steps forward. “A purple block!” She announced and took a card, “take 150 gold from the person to your right.” she read out loud, then side eyed Nimona. She felt bad having to take from her, especially after what just happened.

“I hate this game!” Nimona complained and handed Hiraya 150 gold, then furrowed her brows and crossed her arms.

“Can I get out of the dungeon now?” Bayani asked, smirking as Nimona rolled her eyes and nodded.

Meredith elbowed Ballister, giving him a hint to start the topic. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. She pointed to her phone. His face relaxed and he sighed.

“Kids,” Ballister said to grab their attention. As all eyes fell on him, he started sweating. “there’s something we need to talk about.” He told them, then sighed. “I know you guys want to be heroes and save-“

“No, we just want to torment the institution.” Nimona interrupted, her expression softened.

Bayani threw the dice, a 2. Landing him in the Sandy Jungle, he buys it and builds a house for 50 gold. He side eyed his sister, sensing some tension in the room, she by the looks of it doesn’t notice.

“Nimona, I know about your speech. I get that maybe you’re trying to make me change my mind about this, but I don’t want you guys to end up like us.” Ballister explained and pouted, “What will happen if you reach adulthood? You think you’ll get a job or get into The Academy with this as your past?” he questioned.

Meredith threw the dice, a 6. “Bal, remember, go easy on them.” she commented and moved her piece.

Ballister pursed his lips, “This is not a game.” he said and stood up, his voice laced with anger.

Nimona looked at him with hurt eyes, not sure what he meant by it. “I don’t believe I’m treating it like one.” She commented, trying to calm him.

Ballister rubbed his nose bridge, he sighed and looked at the kid with pity. “Well I have no reason to believe you are taking this seriously.” He replied. “Kids, put your coats on.”

The sound of sharp metal on ice was heard as they lined up on the lake, Ballister and Meredith stood behind them on the snow.

“Skate to the other side of the lake, come back, then spray, two laps.” Ballister declared, “Ready?”

Nimona held Hiraya’s hand, “Yessir.” she caressed her hand with her thumb, sensing she’s nervous.

“Set,”

They bent their knees.

“Go!” Ballister yelled, and they started skating into the distance.

Meredith turned to Ballister, “About the call…”

“Do you see how Nimona is holding whatshername’s hand?” Ballister pointed out, “So considering! And whatshisname’s skating skills are sharp! Maybe you are right.” he commented, trying to change the subject as his heart sank.

Meredith furrowed her brows, “Yeah…” she replied, “Listen I want to apologize, I didn’t know that you don’t see it the same way.”

Ballister side eyed her and chuckled, “You don’t see it the same way because you weren’t left- no, ABANDONED, waiting for him on the most important day of your life just to realize he’s at work “because of an emergency” that I personally, call bulshit.” he ranted and put his hands on his hip.

“You call it bulshit because you don’t want to listen to him, he DID have an emergency.” Meredith talked back, “It was 10 years ago, he surely changed.”

Ballister rolled his eyes, “Right, a “classified emergency”! Give me a break.” he mocked, blinking repeatedly to stop his eyes from watering.

Bayani sprayed ice on them.

Meredith sighed, “Whatever, you’re the one who has the right to hate him, not me.” she said, thinking things over from his perspective.

Ballister rolled his eyes again, then his face softened. “Look, they parted hands.” Ballister pointed out as Hiraya and Nimona approached them.

Nimona sprayed them but Hiraya slipped trying, Nimona stopped and lifted her up. “Come on.” She said and guided her back to motion.

“Good job girls on the teamwork!” Meredith announced, “You too Bayani!” she added. “He’s coming back to hockey you know, you sure loved cheering him on the ice…” Meredith nudged Ballister with her shoulder, “Plus it’s his emergency-less job, you should give him another-“

“Would rather let Zambonis drive over me.” Ballister interrupted, his face stoning. Bayani hockey stopped in front of Ballister. “Good job kid, go warm up.” Ballister pointed to the shack. Bayani got off the ice and put on his blade protector, then walked off to shack.

“He’s definitely gonna be your favorite.” Meredith bumped Ballister with her shoulder, “He likes chemistry, too.” she said.

Ballister smiled, “He does? Huh…” he looked behind him, “What’s his name?”

“Bayani.” Meredith answered and crossed her arms.

Nimona hockey stopped as well, “YOU CAN DO IT COME ON!” she cheered for Hiraya with the biggest smile on her face.

As Hiraya came closer Meredith furrowed her brows, “she’ll crush into us, BEND YOUR KNEES MORE AND GLIDE!” she shouted.

Nimona snarled and sighed as Hiraya did as told, “She has a helmet what could go wrong?” she asked and crossed her arms.

“Better safe than sorry.” Meredith answered as Hiraya bumped into her chest, she picked her off the ice and took her helmet off. “You two, go to the shack Yani has turned on the heater.”

“Okay.” Hiraya answered and put on her blade protectors, then wobbled to the shack.

“I think she’ll be my favorite, actually.” Ballister commented and chuckled.

“I thought I was your favorite.” Nimona whined and stepped off the ice.

“You will be when you won’t go out with a mini dress in snowing weather.” Ballister shot back and furrowed his brows, then winked to reassure her he’s being sarcastic.

Nimona rolled her eyes and ran to catch up with Hiraya, “What’s wrong with my dress?” she asked hysterically and pulled it down.

“Nothing, it’s just weird for us to see you like that.” Hiraya answered and giggled as Nimona rolled her eyes.

“Sorry I have a fashion sense!” Nimona replied and threw her arms around, causing Hiraya to fall. “Ow.” Hiraya sounded as her head hit the snow. Nimona picked her up and continued walking, “Don’t tell Bal and Mer.” she said.

They walked into the shack. Nimona put Hiraya on the ground next to the heater and knelt by her feet, then unstrung her skates.

“You got better.” Bayani told Hiraya and rested his head on hers. Hiraya smiled softly. “Remember when you broke the ice?” Bayani asked Nimona, she glared at him.

“Remember when you PUSHED me and I fell, breaking the ice?” Nimona interrogated. She slid the skates off Hiraya and put her shoes on, “Done!” she announced and sat next to her.

“Is it too late to say wearing the same rag for your whole life isn’t a “fashion sense”?” Hiraya asked and tilted her head towards Nimona.

Nimona gently hit Hiraya in the back of her head, “It’s never too late to tell knights an unregistered riverian is in the north.” she warned. Nimona sighed, looking at the window separating the harsh cold outside from the warm inside of the shack.

Ballister traced his finger over the keypad, trying to remember the code without sounding the alarm. Nimona was sitting behind him, playing Serpent on his old flip phone as the storm raged on.

“Girl give me the phone.” Ballister ordered and outreached his hand to her, his eyes narrowed as his brows furrowed.

Nimona gave him the phone. He opened his old chats with The director, scrolling to when he guarded the experiments’ quarters, kind words lost in time. Aha! 1534, he put in the code and smiled as the door opened before him. He signaled Nimona to follow him as he walked in, and put his cloak’s hood on.

“Why are we going in here? This place looks like it wasn’t touched in a decade.” Nimona asked, she furrowed her eyebrows and held tightly to her bag’s strap.

“I need some documents, don’t touch anything.” Ballister answered. He started walking around and opening closets, drawers, folders, anything he could get his hands on.

Nimona leaned back on a wall, then, something behind her was slowly pushed by her weight, “Boss…” a siren started ringing, “I didn’t touch anything!” she was quick to defend herself. Ballister ran toward her and started dragging her to the exit.

“Not so fast, villain!” A voice said behind them.

Ballister rolled his eyes and turned around, “Well isn’t it Sir Ambrosius-“

“AHH ITS NUMBER 31!” Nimona squealed and tugged on Ballister’s arm, toe bouncing.

Ambrosius smirked, “Didn’t know you got your daughter back. I’m confused, I thought she was 25?” he mocked and pulled out his sword.

Ballister rolled his eyes, “She’s a kid I adopted because your friends are assholes.” he replied and pulled out his sword as well.

“Can I take a picture, please?” Nimona asked, giving Ballister puppy eyes.

“Make it quick.” He answered and put his hand on his hip. Nimona teleported to beside Ambrosius, he kneeled down to her height and held a peace sign. “Crazy how he only knows how to kneel, but never commit.” Ballister commented, his eyes narrowed and voice full of hatred.

Ambrosius looked at him with pity for a moment, but then smiled for the picture. “You still don’t believe me?” He asked, his heart breaking.

Ballister chuckled as Nimona returned to his side, “The fool isn’t the believer, it’s the liar.” he answered and gripped his sword tightly, taking a step forward to protect Nimona.

Ambrosius put his sword back into the scabbard, “Go, you have nothing to do here.” he said and sighed, “Also, I can’t afford embarrassing myself in front of a fan.” He joked and winked at Nimona, she giggled.

Ballister put his sword back as well, “Just answer me one thing, why is there Jaderoot in the Northern District?” he asked.

Ambrosius looked down, ashamed of the answer. “Population control.” He turned around and walked away.

“Pathetic fucks.” Ballister insulted and grabbed Nimona by the arm outside, his heart clenching.

“Owowow!” Nimona whined, “Stop!” she plead. Ballister opened the back door and collapsed on his knees, the wet mud staining his pants. Nimona hugged him tightly from the side, not moving an inch from him. “Are you okay, Boss?” She asked. Ballister shook his head. Sparkles surrounded Nimona as she transformed into a horse. She lowered herself to the Ballister’s level, “Let’s go home.” she sighed.

Ballister stood up, carefully positioned himself on her back, and held on her neck tightly as they rode.

As the sun rose above in the center, Ballister was in his lab while Nimona was at Meredith’s tower. He needed to clear his head with some explosives sourced from down the road.

Ballister slowly ground the dried jaderoot in the mortar until it started glowing green neon. He took a small box and opened it, then poured the powder inside carefully, to not activate it. Inside the box was a precise amount of gunpowder, too much and it would explode the minute it came in contact with the jaderoot, too little and it won’t work with the jaderoot unless you shake it repeatedly. He closed the box and put it in his drawer. Sighing in relief at its lack of reaction.

Ballister opened the window in front of his work table. After years of researching the plant in the institution, he found that after a few minutes the oxygen stabilizes it and makes the air safer to breathe. He looked at the distance, blue shiny skies and white snow coexisted beautifully. He put the mortar on the edge of the window, walked to the door and left the lab.

Ballister pulled his mask off and tossed it onto the floor, then walked off to the couch and laid down. He ran his hand through his hair. He looked at his phone on the coffee table, took it and opened Tavern (Twitter ig).

After scrolling for a while, Ballister saw another interview of Ambrosius went viral, how shocking! That guy sure loved the cameras.

“After 15 years of putting your place in the Golden Capitols on hold you’re coming back, why?” The interviewer asked and leaned her microphone toward Ambrosius.

“I just think it’s time for a change.” Ambrosius sighed, “I’ve been an official knight for like what? 20 years? And it’s surely exhausting, I don’t see myself doing that for the rest of my life.” he looked at the camera.

“Does it also have something to do with your technically-husband?” The interviewer asked.

Ambrosius paused, looking at her like she was a ghost. “Umm..” He fidgeted with his ring, ״No, and I would appreciate it if people stop considering us a couple.” he answered, “He stopped considering us as such a while ago, get with the times people!” he laughed off and ran a hand through his hair.

The interviewer laughed with him, “Well if I was married to such a northerner whore I would appreciate it too!” she insulted.

Ballister felt like an arrow shot through his heart, he looked hopefully at Ambrosius, expecting him to at least stop laughing. But he didn’t. He just kept laughing, like he wasn’t calling him a whore.

“I wouldn’t say a whore, but he did lose his virginity to his knight, and I saw him at the pleasure district a few times.” Ambrosius told and smirked at the camera, as if at Ballister.

Ballister slammed his phone onto the coffee table. He put his hands onto his face and scratched it as he dragged them off, screaming like a wounded man.

“It’s not your fault.” Ambrosius’s soft hand wiped Ballister’s tears away,

He rolled over to the floor and started sobbing, Ambrosius’s betrayal repeating in his mind. Why did he tell that? Why was he backing up that insult? Ballister trusted him with that information, not even Meredith knew!

Ballister sat up and wiped his tears, then looked outside. Nightfall. Nimona is arriving soon. Can’t let her see him so vulnerable.

“Want to let his horses free?” he playfully asked and tied Ballister’s corset.

He stood up and walked to bathroom. He looked at his reflection, face puffy and eyes red. He opened the faucet and ran his hands under, then caressed his face. Trying to comfort himself, calm himself.

Gentle knocks sounded on the door.

“Wait a minute!” Ballister said and turned the stove off. Smiling as he knew who was behind the door. He opened it and looked down at the bubbly teen. “Just in time! Come in, I’ll make you a plate.” He walked back to the kitchen.

Nimona walked in and put her coat on the hanger, not that it mattered much, she was still rocking that mini dress. “So… what’s for dinner?” She asked, smiling from ear to ear.

“Just some couscous and chicken soup, something my dad used to throw on the stove so I’d never go hungry.” Ballister answered and poured the soup into the bowl. He put the bowl on the table next to a spoon and sat down, looking at Nimona expectedly. She sat next to him. “So, how was at Mer’s?”

“Great! Yani and Hira were so jealous of me, they said they can’t wait for the game next week! Unfortunately Sam is busy with school so she can’t buy us tickets but it’s okay, we can listen to it on the radio.” Nimona answered, picked up the spoon and put it in the bowl to fill it up with the soup.

Ballister leaned back, an idea of blackmailing forming in his head. “You know, I think I can arrange those tickets for you. How much do you need? 3?” He smirked.

“You won’t come?” Nimona asked, her face saddening.

Ballister chuckled, “Let’s just say that Ambrosius is acting like a meanie and I don’t want to see him.” he smiled awkwardly ear to ear. Nimona nodded in understanding.

“Let’s stop with this nonsense talk about the useless golden boy, eat then go to bed.” Ballister said and ruffled Nimona’s hair, she giggled and put the spoon in her mouth.

Nimona looked at him with a concerned look, “Aren’t you going to eat too?” she asked. She knew what he was trying to do, and it made her admire him even more, and a bit mad that it happens everywhere, because of food scarcity in whatever shitty part of the district they shoved them into.

“When you finish.” Ballister answered. Nimona furrowed her brows and stood up, “Kiddo?” he narrowed his eyes, smirking.

Nimona took a bowl from the cabinet, and put a bed of couscous in it. Poured the soup over. Picked up a chicken thigh, and put it in the bowl as well. She put the bowl in front of Ballister, took a spoon from the drawer and finally sat down.

Ballister chuckled, “What did I do to deserve a daughter like you?” he asked. Nimona shrugged.

Ballister smiled softly, and looked outside at the snow falling down gracefully. He didn’t want to talk to Ambrosius, especially after what he said. But he made a promise and he has to stick by it. Like a good father should, like his own would.

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Ambrosius’s phone rang. He rubbed his eyes as he sat up, “Hello?” he answered, voice rusty.

“Hi, it’s your whore technically-husband, missed me? Or is there a camera nearby that you need to act like you hate me in front of?” Ballister questioned.

Ambrosius yawned then rubbed his face, “Are you really going to fight with me this late at night?” he asked and looked at the clock on the small cabinet.

“Are you really going to spread lies about my purity in broad daylight?” Ballister shot back.

“You Christians and the obsession with purity…” Ambrosius murmured, smirking.

“Don’t bring religion into this! At least he didn’t leave me alone and then lied about me to the public!” Ballister said and snuffed.

“I know you won’t forgive me, but please. They wanted answers and I had none, what do you think people will say if I told them the truth?” He put the call on speaker and away from his ear.

“THAT IM NOT A WHORE?! THAT I DIDNT LOST MY VIRGINITY TO A 30 YEAR OLD MAN?! AND THAT WE ARE OFFICIALLY MARRIED UNDER GLORETH’S LAW?!”

Ambrosius sighed, “Well there’s nothing to do now, it’s out there and no one will believe you.” he said and bit his lower lip, realizing what he just said and to who.

“No will believe… oh this is how you’re playing! Ambrosius Goldenloin-Goldenheart this is your mess to clean if you ever want one last name again.”

Ambrosius understood the reasoning of the call, “I’m loyally-“

Ballister laughed, “Like you were before!” he interrupted. “Nimona go back to bed.” he said softly.

Ambrosius raised an eyebrow, “What do you need?” he sighed, opened the cabinet and took out his cigarettes pack.

“3 tickets, all front row and they better be the best view of the rink.” Ballister ordered.

“When do you want them delivered? Meredith got to me faster, she said I’d be a great babysitter.” Ambrosius smirked.

“I’ll be in the red market in a quarter of an hour.”

“You being in the pleasure district was a joke, are you actually..?” Ambrosius asked and got up from his bed.

Ballister didn’t answer.

“I’ll be there in 30 minutes.” Ambrosius sighed and took the 4 tickets from the cabinet drawer.

“Thank you.” Ballister hung up.

Ambrosius put his phone in his pocket. He looked at the tickets, wondering about what to do when they meet. He took a small zip locked bag. Would it be even appropriate to offer him a drink or a ride home? Or to just let what happened between them disappear? You should let sleeping dogs lie after all.

The market was loud and bright. People talked, pushed, yelled. Ambrosius could even swear he saw a gun. Ballister told him he’d be in the alley next to the tavern, but there were so many—he thought he would get lost before he found Ballister!

A man dressed in a black cloak waved to him. Ambrosius waved back, confused. He walked up to him, “Bal?” he asked.

Ballister pushed back the hood, “You got them?” he asked. The street lights and lanterns reflected in his eyes, enchanting Ambrosius. Ballister furrowed his brows at Ambrosius’s silence, “Did you scam me or something?” Ballister accused, crossing his arms.

“What?” Ambrosius asked as he came back from zoning out, “Oh! Right.” he said and reached into his pocket. He took out 3 tickets and handed them to Ballister, “You shaved your face?”

Ballister looked at the tickets, scanning them. “Be blessed.” He sighed and shoved Ambrosius away.

“Wait!” Ambrosius yelled as he chased Ballister, he rolled his eyes and turned around. “I wanted to ask, maybe I’ll take you home? I still remember the way, and it’s pretty late. Or… if you want… maybe stay at mine?” Ambrosius threw on the crooked smile that he tried suppressing.

Ballister chuckled, “I’m not going anywhere with you.” he said and pointed at Ambrosius, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed.

Ambrosius sighed, “What do I have to do to prove myself to you?” he asked, hands on his hips.
“You told me that I’m not devoting enough time to our marriage, I spent my days off with you.
You told me that you feel like I’m married to my throne, I stop talking about it.
You tell me that you don’t want to see me ever again, I will never stop glancing in your direction when you’re unknowing.” Ambrosius recited. It was a tragedy they loved in high school, the sun god and earth angel’s marriage.

But Ballister didn’t take off his stone gaze, he snarled and turned back around. “I’m sorry I can’t turn my earthly emotions off for you.” He recited back, and walked away, blending into the crowd.

Ambrosius looked down, ashamed. He didn’t want to accept the fact his lover was gone, unforgiving, and hurt. But his heart still longed for him. His laughter, smile, those sodalite eyes, addicting hands—gentle and unforgettable. Everything and more, yet he couldn’t get him. It felt weird. He was born with a platinum spoon in his mouth, yet he couldn’t get the light bronze boy.

As he rode through a tunnel, lights bounced off Ambrosius’s car. He couldn’t stop thinking about Ballister’s coldness. Not just to him, but to the surroundings. He was standing there like no one could snatch and traffic him! Also leaving Ambrosius there like it was nothing, just a normal market!

But then he remembered Ballister’s face, that cruel yet tragically beautiful gaze. No matter how long they have known each other, Ballister was still aging like fine wine. Ambrosius was still mad at himself for not showing up to the church. Now he was doomed to only imagining Ballister’s white suit and double ringed finger—and Ambrosius ethereally waiting for his yes. He sent out tickets to see if he could reconcile with Ballister, maybe even propose again. But after he ignored them, after a while Ambrosius understood the rip in their relationship couldn’t be repaired.

He parked his car in the garage and got out. Ambrosius reached into his pocket and pulled out the remaining ticket, put there because of hoping in vain. He felt stupid as he looked at it. But he was stupid. Socially, romantically—he always envied Ballister boldness and wise words, and how he would sweep him off his feet with barely a look.

He fell to his knees on the cold concrete, replaying his stupidity from the afternoon. He could’ve said anything else, why did he say that? Especially in front of The Director!

Ambrosius leaned back on the car and brought his knees to his chest, feeling it tighten.

The Director won’t be happy with him. He was still trying to make up for the knight who let a monster run loose in the dimmed streets. Ambrosius had avoided coming back to The Institution like the plague, anything to avoid her wrath. Anything to bring some peace back.

Ambrosius sighed and got up. He opened his car, already regretting his decision—but love hopes all things.

TW: References to past sexual abuse, talk about rape, manipulation, and drugging.

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Ambrosius stood at the brothel’s door. He saw Ballister through the window pouring alcohol to some customers, surprised that he was still up at this hour.

He walked to the front guy and asked for Ballister, disgusted at himself that he even considered this. “He’s busy for the next hour, would you like for now a-“

“I don’t mind waiting. How much?” Ambrosius interrupted and crossed his arms, getting irritated. The front guy pointed at the poster on the wall, Bal–200 gold per hour. “I’ll take him for two hours.” He said, pulling out his wallet.

“You actually pay after you meet him.” The front guy raised his hand to Ambrosius’s arm level. Ambrosius nodded understandably, and walked past him.

The waiting room was empty, and incense suffocated him with the smell of rosemary. But it didn’t bother Ambrosius—Less noise to bother him. He sat on the soft couch and pulled out his phone, Ballister’s distant laugh caressing his ear.

A group of drunk men walked past Ambrosius, talking about how their whore was playing hard to get—degrading every single thing about him. Ambrosius looked at his watch—an hour passed but Ballister still wasn’t free. He looked at the front door expectedly as they checked out.

The front man approached him, “He is in room 44, the left hallway, then you turn right. He’ll open his door for you when he’s done getting ready, should be about 15 minutes.” he said and bowed, then walked away.

Ambrosius sighed at the thought of waiting even longer, but he knew that it was worth it. He stood up and took out the ticket in his pocket, smiling as if Ballister was already convinced.

Ambrosius walked to the door shaped opening of the wall and peeked in. Faint lewd noises filled the halls, he almost backed out—but he knew it would mean losing everything. He stepped inside the hallway and walked to the left. Conversions, clinging glass, slaps, moans—this brothel surely took Ambrosius out of his comfort zone. He turned right and looked at the doors. 40,41,42,43- The door open.

Ballister looked at him with soft surprised eyes, “What…” his voice was like a wave coming on shore, soft and gentle. His hand was still on the handle, his thumb caressing it as he tries to figure out what’s happening.

“I can explain, can I come in?” Ambrosius asked. He smiled awkwardly, trying to not scare Ballister or give him the wrong idea. He could feel his stomach tighten and heart racing.

Ballister always looked beautiful in Ambrosius’s eyes, but that night was extraordinary.

Ballister had white make up down to his collarbone, his lips were red, his eyes were outlined with kohl, there was a faint pink on his cheeks, and his eyebrows were filled with black paint.

He was wearing a tight black maxi dress that had a cloth tying it in the waist, the sleeves hid his wrists and draped down to his waist.

Ballister furrowed his eyebrows, his soft eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Didn’t I tell you that I’m not going anywhere with you? That includes my jobs.” He said and tightened his grip on the handle, “Go fuck a maid or some fan if you’re that sex deprived, I’m not your lover.” he went to close the door.

Ambrosius put his hand on the door and leaned closer to Ballister, “When did I say I want to sleep with you?” he whispered in Ballister’s ear with a smirk.

Ballister took a step to the side, then slapped Ambrosius across his face. The brunette paused, “Go and let me go.” he said, and closed the door.

Ambrosius straightened up, dumbfounded. He put his hand over the red mark, but he wasn’t giving up so fast. He knocked on the door, “Please, I just want to talk to you.”

“Go fuck yourself I’m not talking to you!” Ballister yelled.

Ambrosius sat on the ground with his back to the door, from the volume of sobbing behind the door he knew Ballister did the same. “How did we get here?”

Ballister paused, “For starters, you bombed my arm.” he accused. “How did I forgive you..?”

“I told you it was an accident!” Ambrosius said and turned to face the door, like it was invisible and he was looking at Ballister.

Ballister hit the door, making a loud bang. “You’re always having accidents and I have to live with them! When will you just grow up?!” He yelled, his voice cracking and shaking.

Ambrosius looked down, Ballister’s shadow on the floor reassuring him Ballister is still there. He pulled out his wallet and took 800 gold, he slid the bills under the door. “Go buy Nimona a better phone,” he pulled out the ticket, “I’d hope to see you there too. I’m sorry, for everything.” Ambrosius stood up, and started walking back.

The door opened behind him, he turned around.

Ballister pressed a hand on his heaving chest, the other holding the ticket for dear life. He looked at it with teary eyes. His once pale skin was smudged by his tears, revealing his true tan color. Even though parts of his cheeks were still pale and rosy, the maroon peaked out. His red pleading eyes glanced at Ambrosius before looking down, waiting for a savior.

Ambrosius pursed his lips. He took a step closer to the brunette, and wiped his tears away—noticing a purple mark around his eye. Ballister sighed and collapsed onto Ambrosius’s shoulder. “I can go if you want.”

Ballister hugged him tightly, “Don’t go.” he said. He could feel his makeup staining Ambrosius’s cloak, but he didn’t want to lift his head, afraid that Ambrosius would disappear again. A hand caressed his back. Ballister released his grip, feeling assured.

They sat on the padded floor across from each other. The lights were dimmed and warm, their glasses were empty but not for long. Between the cups the ticket. Ballister had removed his makeup and tied his hair back, revealing his undercut. Ambrosius took off his cloak and rolled his buttoned shirt, scars and marks on his wrists.

Ballister poured in the wine gracefully, Ambrosius watched closely, enchanted by him. Ballister put the bottle on the side, “You never apologized for it before.” he said with a heavy heart.

Ambrosius lowered his gaze to his cup, “I didn’t? Oh Gloreth…” he buried his face in his hands as his heart sank.

Ballister narrowed his eyes. He looked down at the wine and sighed, “You know, I hate you. I think that you’re an overgrown child, who was raised by people who thought gifts, connections, and opportunities were as good as attention.” he insulted. His eyes softened as he looked at Ambrosius’s hands. “But who am I to talk?” He pressed a hand to his chest, “I grew up too fast, fed that getting sexually exploited and raped wasn’t bad, and that I should have been sold to a knight to be his servant my whole life—not his squire.” a section of hair fell onto Ballister’s face, “But it’s better than being abused by my director while she treats the other knights like her children.” he chuckled.

Ambrosius tucked the section behind his ear, gracing his cheek for a moment. “You deserve a good life more than anyone, please let me give it to you.” He pleaded. He furrowed his brows in frustration as Ballister leaned back, but how he looked at the ticket made him hopeful.

Ballister picked his cup up and drank it empty. He laid down on the floor and sighed, opening his legs, they stretched the fabric down to his lean thighs. He looked at Ambrosius, then at his crotch, and back at Ambrosius.

“You are what you eat huh?” Ambrosius asked, “Are you even sober enough for consenting?” he picked his cup up.

Ballister groaned and rolled over, “Can’t you just leave?!” he yelled into the floor.

Ambrosius chuckled, “And I’m the overgrown child?” he teased, smirking as he drank. He put his cup down, “I thought we were getting somewhere…” he took out his cigarette pack, “Got an ashtray somewhere in here?”

Ballister sat up and snarled, hating his job more than ever. He stood up and walked outside, closing the door behind him.

Ambrosius took out the small bag from his pocket and poured the moonveil into Ballister’s cup, then poured wine into both their cups. He wasn’t proud or happy about it, but he felt a responsibility to take Ballister out of this place. Sadly not back to his place but everything is better than a brothel. A heavy feeling appeared on the back of his head as he looked at the cup, its the thought that matters, right?

Ballister came back with an ashtray in his hands. He put his make up on again. Ambrosius looked at Ballister’s cup, mortified as he realized what he had done and the reasons he hid behind.

Ballister kneeled in front of Ambrosius and put the ashtray down. He tilted his head and furrowed his brows. “Is there something interesting in my cup?”

Ambrosius paused.

Ballister sighed. He picked the cup up and chugged the liquid, “Moonveil, nice.” Ballister chuckled, “Knew you had to use something for those perfect sleep hours.” he joked and put the cup down. His heart broke at the act but he couldn’t show it, not in front of Ambrosius.

Ambrosius opened his mouth, but then closed it—feeling at a loss for words. He sighed, “I’m sorry.” he said.

“Don’t apologize, not like you understand how much I drink moonveil in just a shift.” Ballister lay down, feeling dizzy.

Ambrosius lay beside him, gazing into Ballister’s eyes. Admiring his features. He’ll never forget that tall nose, and how it fit his perfectly when they kissed. Soft lips that made Ambrosius melt. Excelling where he lacked and lacking where he excelled. He would also never forget those hidden curves that were complimented by his muscles. He sometimes felt like Gloreth and God did a group project and made Ballister just for him. A masterpiece that he once had, but now insults and turns his back on him.

Ballister yawned, “So what are you going to do? Take me back to your place and rape me like a good ol’ fashioned man? Or just do it at my house to save the hassle of taking me back home?” he questioned, his eyes narrowed.

“I promised your father that I’m either taking care of you or chasing your attention. You don’t belong at a brothel, you belong as my husband.” Ambrosius explained. His heart sank hearing what Ballister thought of him, feeling worse when he realized that’s just what happens to him daily.

“Bulshit.” Ballister turned his back on Ambrosius, “it takes 10 minutes to knock someone out with moonveil. Book your motel now, don’t waste time waiting.” he spat.

Ambrosius scoffed, “I don’t want to have sex with you, I would also never rape you.”

“But drugging and stalking me is totally fine! Ten out of ten Ambrosius, best man ever.”
Ballister replied and yawned.

Ambrosius rolled his eyes, “You’re so insufferable when you want, it’s like I’m just the worst thing that happened to you!”

“You did the worst things that happened to me.”

Ambrosius pursed his lips, not knowing what to say.

Ballister wiped his tears away. Getting upset at how he needs to reapply his make up again. He wanted to yell at Ambrosius. Slap him so hard he would forget his own name. Why does he think he can drug him? All those other men are strangers, who don’t value anything besides their own dick—Ballister thought Ambrosius would at least have some decency.

“You know… my job is to shut down brothels and call social services to help people like you.”

Ballister chuckled, “No, your job is to chase a puck for three hours.”he turned back around, smiling, “and you’re not helping me.” his smile dropped.

Ambrosius looked away, “Never said I was good at it.” he looked back at Ballister’s half open eyes, “I’ll get you home, let’s hope Nimona doesn’t freak out.”

Ballister yawned before closing his eyes. He wanted to tell Ambrosius to go fuck himself, but fell asleep before he had the chance.

Ambrosius sat up, moved the cups to the side, and picked Ballister up. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to help,”

He looked at Ballister’s gut-wrenching beauty. As he carried him out he remembered their academy days, when they thought they knew how life was going to turn into, when they got married under Gloreth’s law—before…

Ambrosius thought it wouldn’t hurt their relationship. He said it was an accident so many times, he doesn’t even remember what actually happened. It’s weird how time changes you.

The front door opened. Nimona scrunched her face at the sudden light coming from Ambrosius’s car. She shapeshifted into a tiger, trying to intimidate the intruder.

Ambrosius took a step back, horrified at what he saw. “Nimona?!” He called out, “is that you?” he asked.

Nimona growled. She looked at Ballister in his hands, she sat back, eyeing Ambrosius as he walked to Ballister’s room.

“Thank you.” Ambrosius whispered. He walked back to the front door and looked back at the pink tiger.

Nimona rolled her eyes and turned back into a human, “You’re welcome, I guess.” she said and sat back on the couch.

Ambrosius closed and locked the door behind him. He sighed in relief that there wasn’t an actual tiger in there. He knew Nimona was the experiment that escaped. How could he forget? She was begging for daylight and food for ten years straight in his ear. Yet, it doesn’t seem like she remembers him.

Getting inside his car he couldn’t shake off the feeling that Nimona knew. Could she smell the moonveil? Alcohol? Or was it Ballister’s clothing and makeup? Or maybe she was just mad at being awakened in the middle of the night.

Who knows.

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Noon's daylight peaked through the window.

Due to the Princess's visit, Nimona cleaned the house top to bottom—no spider web or dust in her watch!

Ballister went out to buy snacks in the morning, but hasn’t come back yet. They Decided to play World Domination until he does come back.

Meredith sat beside the sick Samrawit, supervising, of course. Whenever Nimona asked where's Ballister she came up with logical explanations like "He got lost in the market." "Knights are doing him trouble." but Nimona didn't believe them.

Nimona threw her head back against the couch, "It's been hours!" she groaned, "He knows the way around like the back of his hand, says so in his diary." she stated. Nimona quickly realized what she admitted to, she straightened up. "Don't tell him." She told Meredith, eyes wide open.

Meredith winked, "You think I don't keep secrets from his a-" she stopped herself, "him, from him." she corrected. She looked at her watch, worry building up in her stomach. "But it is getting a bit late... I'll call him in half an hour and see if he'll answer, maybe he doesn't know the market that well after all."

Hiraya threw the dice, "So Sam, how's the country side doing you?" she asked, smirking. She landed on the enchanted forest—Nimona's territory—she handed her 600 gold.

Samrawit sneezed and grabbed another tissue, "I got burned yesterday walking around my garden, so forgive me for not handling snow!" she answered, furrowing her eyebrows.

Meredith wrapped her hand around her shoulder and rubbed her, trying to comfort and warm her up. “Don’t worry you’ll get used to it.” Meredith said.

The door opened wide, bringing everyone’s eyes to it. In the doorframe stood Ballister in his cloak, panting like he ran a mile. He had huge bags filled with snacks and other groceries. He stared at Meredith like his life depended on it.

“Sorry for the wait.” He said and walked in, “it was like everyone was in the market that day!” he laughed off. He put the bags on the table, “Put the groceries in their places and take whatever snack you want. Meredith can I talk with you for a moment in my room?” He asked and put a hand on his hip.

Meredith nodded and got up from the floor, then helped Ballister walk to his room without banging his head against either a wall or the floor.

Nimona looked at Bayani with a confused expression. He shrugged. She got up and walked to the table.

“Must be from standing.” Bayani suggested and walked up to the table aswell, “He did smelled a bit like… I don’t know, those car air that knights have.” he suggested, heart sinking. Bayani opened a bag of vegetables and started taking them to the fridge.

“He out of all people doesn’t trust them the most, why would he do that?” Nimona opened a bag and took out cans, “They must have had forced him in or something.” she put them in the cabinet under the sink.

Hiraya brought her knees to her chest. Memories flooded her mind. Her breath started hitching and tears fell for her eyes.

Nimona rushed to her side. She wiped her tears and hugged her tightly, “It’s okay, remember you’re with us now.” she said and kissed her forehead.

Bayani looked at his sister, guilt tightening his throat. “Wanna come help us? You’ll choose your snack first.” He tried cheering her up.

Samrawit tilted her head, confused at her reaction. “Am I missing something?” She asked and looked between the older ones.

Nimona sighed and broke the hug, “Yeah, a lot.” she answered. She looked back at Bayani and pursed her lips, he signaled with his hand for her to come back.

Nimona stood up and walked back to table, checking once in a while on Hiraya.

Nimona put her hands on her hips and stood tall, “Okay. So, we have a theory, Yani is evidence that it does happen, and Hira is a witness to past crimes of knights that are swept under the rug. But what should we do?” she spoke, her voice resembling an eagle.

They looked at each other, silently.

Samrawit sneezed.

Nimona relaxed her posture, “Okay this is not working.” she said, “Guys this is just one unreported case out of many, we have to brainstorm quickly!” she straightened her posture back.

“We can graffiti on all the cars at the knight station, right before the tunnel!” Samrawit suggested, her tone raising towards the end.

Nimona straightened her posture, “Now that’s what I’m talking about! But where will we get spray cans?” she asked and sat down.

The lab’s door opened, Ballister walked out with a backpack. “Need help?” He opened the bag and put it on the table, a soft smile on his bruised lip. Nimona rushed to hug him tightly, she squealed softly and toe-hopped. Ballister stroked her hair. “Go avenge me, kiddo.”

Nimona returned to the table and poured the spray cans onto the table.

“So, what? We just spray them whole or draw something?” Bayani asked and picked up the purple can. He narrowed his eyes as he scanned it, trying to think about what to do with it.

Nimona tossed the pink spray in her hands, “Yeah, we have to spread the message that we are here! And we are not playing around we have to be loud and proud.” she said, smirking. “What were you guys called again?” She looked at Ballister.

He sat next to her, “TCS, teens causing scenes.” he wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Happy at her boldness. Nimona looked at his bruised wrist, she leaned on him. Ballister pursed his lips and furrowed his brows in confusion.

Meredith walked out of the lab, a box in her hand. “Not encouraging you to blow up the station, but you will be feared.” She walked to the table and put the box gently on it.

Samrawit’s shoulders tensed, “I don’t think we should do that, I can release us from jail for graffiti or stealing but this is too much.” she said and leaned forward, the blanket falling off her shoulders.

Bayani put the can on the table, “Agreed, we should be careful with how we do things.” he added.

“The station closes at 11 pm but doesn’t empty and shut off until 2 am. I think this is a pretty good time for a sleepover, ain’ it Mer?” Ballister said and looked at Meredith, already knowing the answer.

Meredith shrugged, “Fine by me, when I was your age I would stay up until the sunrise researching.”she answered, “3 am shouldn’t be that hard—especially for school-less children.” the doctor added.

Ballister glanced at Nimona, then turned to the other teens. His eyes softened, nostalgic bliss calming him. They reminded them of how they were as teenagers. But less impulsive—Ballister would bomb that knight station without a second thought.

The last sleeping bag was rolled on the floor. Ballister sighed and straightened his back, he gazed at the golden-sunset-light sneaking into the room—hinting that it was time for him to shut down soon. Samrawit and Bayani were focused on the tv screen, while Nimona was braiding Hiraya’s hair—humming.

“Everyone got everything?” Ballister asked, putting his hands on his hips and looking around the room.

“Yes!” They answered in one voice.

“Great, if you need anything knock, and I might be awake to help you.” Ballister replied, and walked to his lab closing the door behind him.

Nimona tied off the braid and transformed into a cat, then made herself comfortable on Hiraya’s lap. Hiraya leaned back on the couch. Bayani glanced back at them, chuckling at Nimona—who hissed at him. He rolled his eyes and looked back at the screen.

“Hi Nim, you think The Lions would like to join us?” Bayani asked, not moving his body an inch from the screen.

Nimona yawned, “I don’t think we should involve them, they’re more of a charity group.” she answered, then sighed. “I miss the youth movements back in the dimmed streets, they are so brave.”

Samrawit raised an eyebrow, “Weren’t they arrested for smuggling food?” she asked, hating the possible answer.

“If the knights brought more food inside, that wouldn’t be a problem.” Bayani answered, frustration lacing his voice.

Hiraya scratched Nimona behind her ear, “I saw their leader—Meliora, the older one with the red bracelet—a few days ago, she said that most were let go.” she told, pouting.

A tense silence filled the room.

“And those who weren’t?” Nimona asked, her ears flattened.

Hiraya’s chest started heaving, “They were taken to the forest.” she answered with a heavy heart.

Nimona returned to her human form and hugged Hiraya tightly, stroking her head gently to not ruin the braid.

Samrawit and Bayani paused the game and put the controllers to the side.

“We should get some sleep, it’ll be a long night.” Bayani said and stood up, not daring to show how much her words echoed through his head. He knew most of The Lions, a little of them too close—even letting himself get very close with one, but everyone in the dimmed streets has the same fate.

Moonlight reflected on the police cars. They had planned it perfectly—spray TCS on all sides of the vehicles, and go back home unnoticed.

Each one took a spray bottle and walked into the parking lot.

They agreed doing something harmful for starters would bring unwanted attention. They should first start a conversation between people, then start doing real damage.

“That’s a lot of jeeps.” Samrawit said, tightening her grip on the can.

Nimona chuckled, “Wanna guess in which one they forced him in?” she asked, stepping inside the lot, sniffing around.

“Let’s not assume the worse, they could’ve just given him trouble.” Bayani said, “Did you hear him saying they did?” he rushed to her side and started walking alongside her.

Nimona nodded, she sighed and shook her can. She stopped beside a mountain jeep and took the cap off, “That’s the one.” the air refresher spun around slowly. “So what should we write on this one? Has to be customized.” She put her hands on her hips and turned to Bayani with a smirk.

He sighed, “They would think it was him though.” Bayani said and bit the inside of his cheek. He shook his can and took the cap off, then sprayed the car with their group initials. “Let’s go back.” he said and gently pulled Nimona by the hand.

On the way back Nimona kept looking back, her ears moving back and forth. The silence was suspicious. The church in the distance was hidden behind the fog, Nimona could swear she saw someone coming out of it. Bayani looked at the same direction. They exchanged concerned looks. Nimona shrugged, and Bayani pursed his lips.

Getting back to the house, they noticed a light coming from the kitchen’s window. Nimona pushed down the handle. Ballister glanced at the children. He was shirtless—what revealed many scars and tattoos—and his prosthesis arm was missing.

“Had fun?” he asked. Stirring the noodles, he could barely stand up—feeling like the ground is shaking. The myrrh oil aroma still lingered on him.

Nimona looked at Bayani, who looked back. “Yeah,” Nimona answered, “lots.” she put her bag on the drawer and walked to the cauch, Samrawit followed behind her.

Ballister furrowed his brows, sensing that something went wrong. “Don’t worry about what happened, you can’t change the past.” Ballister told Nimona. Wasn’t the first time someone tried helping, and wasn’t the first they felt guilty despite being guiltless.

As they all crawled into the sleeping bags Bayani and Nimona couldn’t close an eye, that jeep hunting them.

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I have decided to discontinue this fic, I haven’t found any want to continue it and I have been busy with school work and this felt like a chore, tbh writing in general felt like that for the longest time.

I am working on an original work which has taken over my creativity and I just lost interest, I hope you can understand and forgive me.

Whoever wants can just ask me and I’ll let them continue this (if anyone is actually interested anymore, the fandom is deader than Queen Valerin)