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sustraiii · 2 years

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TEAM KWTZ CHAPTER 1: THE FALL

Oh ho ho what’s all this then? A long time ago I mentioned my plans to write out and post the story of Team KWTZ and well the time is finally here - at least for the first chapter! I still have a few left to finish off before I queue this all up proper so think of this as a little teaser of sorts. Something to whet your appetite if you will.

Enjoy.

KIERAN

The sounds of panicked screaming were nearly deafening at this point, something made worse by his heightened hearing. Kieran didn't consider himself the sort of person to become flustered, but amidst all this ruin and destruction, it was hard not to feel some form of fear creeping into his mind.

A Nevermore landed in front of him, screeching at him and flapping its wings in defiance as Kieran moved closer to it. A spray of needle-like quills was sent in his direction, and he rolled away to avoid them, blue eyes never once letting the Grimm out of his sight. There was another screech, and just as it reared up in preparation for another attack, he struck. He swung up with his sword with a clean and precise motion, and the head of the beast came clear off, the rest of its black body dissipating moments later.

He breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the spot to face the civilians who he had ordered to take cover when the Nevermore had landed by them. One of them, a woman with dirtied clothes, rushed up to him and shook his hand vigorously.

“You have to get out of the area, ma’am. It’s still not safe here,” He advised, his gaze moving from the woman to the two other civilians that had been hiding with her.

“We will, thank you,” The woman nodded, finally releasing his hand. She made a gesture for her companions to come out of hiding and make their way down the street and to safety. She waited until they left the street and got to shelter before turning back to Kieran, looking at him with concern. “What about you?”

“Don’t worry about me,” He responded calmly, hoisting his sword onto his shoulder. “I’m just doing my job.”

The woman still seemed hesitant to leave but satisfied with his answer enough to finally leave him and retreat with her companions. When she had disappeared, a more determined resolve swept over him, and he rushed back into the fray.

His next target was a Creep, which had been meandering aimlessly in the area ever since it spawned from one of the pools of black liquid left behind by the Wyvern flying over the city. Kieran had never heard of a Grimm like that before, so to see such a beast with his own eyes had been quite the sight. He dreaded to even think what it would even take to defeat such an enemy.

Raising his fingers to his mouth, he whistled to get the Creep’s attention. It swivelled on the spot, four eyes staring at him menacingly, before charging. Kieran barely had time to bring his sword down into a defensive stance before it was upon him. He managed to sidestep out of the way just in time to avoid getting rammed by the creature.

It quickly turned to try and find him again, and in the moment it took for the Creep to right itself, Kieran saw a chance to make a move. He rushed forward, sword drawn and prepared to make a sweeping motion at its left leg, an area of its body that was more vulnerable due to a lack of bone plating.

To his disappointment, the move did not take the leg clean off, and only served to aggravate the Creep further. This time when it turned, Kieran was slow to react and got smacked by its tail, which caused him to stumble and fall to his knee. He was quick to rise back to his feet, putting on a spinning motion as he did so, and swinging out with his word hoping for contact. Luckily it did - steel clashing against the bony skull of the Creep. It wasn’t a damaging hit by any means but was enough to drive the two of them apart.

Kieran took a moment to catch his breath and was about to ready himself to rush towards the Creep again, but before he could do so, three consecutive arrows struck its side. Kieran turned his head in the general direction of the arrows and saw Lin stood there having just released them. Their eyes met and they gave each other a reassuring nod. A cry rang out from behind Lin, and out of the shadows, their teammates Tilia and Wyn came rushing forward to attack. Wyn slowed his pace to fire off some icy blasts from his gauntlets, which hit their mark and caused little ice formations to form around the Creep’s feet. Tilia kept running forward and used her momentum to jump up and bring her sword down on the Grimm with such force that it soon gave in to the power behind her attack.

With the area clear for the moment, Kieran and his teammates took the chance to regroup. Although he was relieved to see them and grateful for the help, his relief soon gave way to annoyance, annoyance that they were here with him and not looking out for Roisin as he had requested.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, looking at them all in turn. “I thought I asked you to find Ros and her team!”

Tilia folded her arms and huffed, but eased her stance when she caught the glance shared between Lin and Wyn. Judging by the look that passed between them something was wrong, and Kieran wasn’t sure he was prepared to hear the answer.

“Is she...Is she dead?” He asked, voice barely audible.

“We couldn’t find her,” Lin answered softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “But we did find Tara. There was nothing we could have done for her.”

“What about Perry or Midge?” Kieran prompted.

“Perry was heading towards the academy,” Tilia answered, making a vague gesture behind her in the general direction of where the academy lay. “Not sure about Midge though.”

Kieran frowned. At the very least Perry had been alive, but given the state of Vale right now, it was anyone’s guess what his fate was now. He didn’t admit it outright but he was troubled by Tilia’s words since it implied Perry had left for the academy by himself and had not been accompanied by his remaining teammates.

“I need to use my semblance,” Kieran decided after a moment. His semblance allowed him to track down people he had a close connection with. The reason he hadn’t used it before was that it needed a lot of focus to get a more precise location, and even then it could be hampered by distance and other factors.

“Okay ladies, you know the drill,” Wyn said with a snap of his fingers, when Kieran had gone still and quiet. “Barricade formation.”

As Kieran steadied his breath, trying to clear his mind of all thoughts other than his sister, the rest of his teammates gathered around him. Lin stood in front, bow drawn at the ready should anyone - human, android, or Grimm - dare to come close they would meet the end of one of her arrows. Wyn and Tilia flanked his sides, Tilia stood to the left of him, both shield and sword at the ready and Wyn was to the right, his fists cocked at an angle that would allow him to sharply blast any enemy.

It took a moment or two, but finally Kieran was able to get a grasp on her location. His eyes snapped open, and he pointed west. "She's in that direction."

The four of them set off following that prompt, Lin and Wyn utilising their ranged capabilities to temporarily distract or disable any Grimm in their path, whilst Kieran and Tilia dealt the finishing blows. They carried on in this manner, making their way through the city, until they came to an area that had clearly overrun with Grimm. Fellow Beacon students and teachers were already working on clearing the area, dealing with a particularly nasty pair of Beowulf's. Although he desperately wanted to find his sister and ensure she and her team were safe, his sense of duty meant he simply could not leave his fellow students to clear the area alone.

He barked a quick order at his teammates, and for the time being, their priorities changed. Tilia and Wyn got to work quickly, with Tilia using her shield to launch Wyn higher in the air for an advantage on some of his attacks. Kieran lingered close to Lin, acting as a guard down below, whilst she got into a better vantage point to shoot from. As he hacked and slashed, she rained down arrows from above, using her semblance to aid some of her shots, manipulating the trajectory of her shots in ways that no ordinary archer could do.

When the Grimm had been cleared, Kieran and the rest of his team lingered to help guide a few civilians out of the area and encouraged them to follow some of the other students to an evacuation point deeper in the city. When nearly everyone had gone, the four of them began looking around the area for signs of Roisin or the rest of team PEWT.

As far as he could tell, his semblance still seemed to indicate she was in the area, but with how much rubble and obvious destruction there was, Kieran was beginning to worry it would wind up being more of a recovery mission at this rate.

Or at least that's what he thought until Wyn shouted them over to where he was sorting through some rubble.

"I found Ros!" He would add in a yell, before crouching down to try and move a block that was preventing him from getting close. "Hold on, I've got you, I've got you." He kept assuring the still unseen Roisin.

The rest of KWTZ gathered around Wyn, waiting quietly as he tried to move the rubble, but after a moment he gave up and looked to Tilia. "Tilly, I need your arms," He said, gesturing for her to come and help him.

"Hold this," She said to Kieran, before passing him her sword. Tilia moved to stand next to Wyn, squatted ever so slightly, and cupped her hands under an edge of the rock before encouraging Wyn to do the same. "Okay, we lift on three. One, two…"

But before she got to three, she was able to lift the block herself, managing to flip it on its side so it was no longer in the way.

"What happened to three?" Wyn asked, pouting as he looked over at his partner.

Tilia rolled her neck a little before smirking. "Come on, Winifred, we all know your skinny little twig arms wouldn't have been able to make the cut." She teased.

"I think you just wanted to show off."

The two of them then stepped away as Kieran rushed forward, crouching so he was of a height with his cowering sister. When she realised who was around her, she shuffled forward, but the fear in her eyes was evident. As she came into the light a bit more, Kieran could see she had dust in her hair and clothing, and she was bleeding heavily from a gash on her palm.

"Take this," Tilia prompted without asking, handing him her green scarf. He gave her an appreciative nod, before hastily wrapping it around the cut. Roisin said nothing but winced when he tightened it.

"Come on, Ros, let's get you up," He said, urging her to get to her feet. But his sister simply would not budge, only making a small whimpering noise when he tried to pull her to her feet. "Roisin!" Kieran spoke her name with a hint of urgency. "We have to go! Come on!"

But still she would not move.

"I can't," She whispered softly. Her eyes looked behind him at a mass of rubble.

"I think she's in shock," Lin's voice cut in. "We might have to carry her out of here."

"I'll do it," Wyn offered, stepping forward.

"She's my sister," Kieran argued. "I'll do it myself."

"No, let Wyn do it," Lin urged, looking at Kieran with a pleading look. "We need you and Tilia to clear us a path."

Kieran hesitated, mentally torn between insisting he should carry her or conceding and letting Wyn do so. A moment passed and he let out an audible sigh, before standing to his feet, and giving Wyn a silent nod to go ahead and get her.

He moved away and Lin gave him a grateful nod. It took a few seconds of careful manoeuvring, but Wyn was eventually able to lift Roisin away from the rubble, and safely into his arms.

"Everyone ready?" Kieran asked, looking at each of his teammates and Roisin in turn. When they all gave him a silent nod, Kieran stepped ahead of the small group, prompting Tilia to do the same and stand beside him. He cast one last look over his shoulder at his sister, before leading them forward - hopefully to safety. "Let's move."

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sustraiii · 2 years

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TEAM KWTZ CHAPTER 4: ONWARD

KWTZ begins their journey to the town of Silbern, but it quickly becomes apparent that their journey won’t be without difficulty.

TILIA

Two days after discussions had taken place, Team KWTZ found themselves ready to head to the town of Silbern. They had been waiting for Lin's response on the matter and Tilia was relieved to hear she would be coming with them. Of course, she wouldn't have faulted her teammate for wanting to return to her own home, but she was pleased to see Lin would be tagging along.

With everyone on board, Kieran chartered an airship to carry them to Silbern. Transport in and out of Vale was still slow following the events at Beacon but with the Grimm number slowly getting under control things had started to pick up again.

That morning, KWTZ, along with Perry and Roisin, arrived at the airship ready to head off. They were met by a rather frazzled looking pilot, who stopped them from boarding by coming out to speak with them. He was smoking a cigarette, and let out a puff of smoke before speaking.

"Are you the party heading to Silbern today?" He asked.

"That's us," Kieran nodded in confirmation. He pulled out the passes from a back pocket and flashed them at the pilot for further proof. "Is there a problem at all?"

"A little, yeah," He admitted, before flicking the butt of the cigarette to the floor and stamping it out with his foot. "Apparently there's a no-fly zone in effect around Silbern."

"Why?" Roisin asked, stepping forward to stand beside her twin. "Is this due to what happened in Vale?"

The pilot shrugged. "Not sure but it means I wouldn't be able to fly you directly into the town."

Like Tilia, Kieran seemed to pick up on his tone. "But could you get us close?" He prompted.

"I can drop you a few miles out," The pilot responded after considering his answer for a moment. "You'd have to trek through the woods though which could be a bit risky based on the reports of Grimm overrunning the place lately.”

“We’ve dealt with worse,” Roisin tells him flatly. Her tone did not go unnoticed by Kieran, who Tilia caught side-eyeing his sister.

The pilot also noticed the look and raised a quizzical brow. "You weren't in Vale when all this went down were you?" He asked. Kieran nodded reluctantly and the pilot shook his head. "Sorry to hear that. What happened there was awful, truly awful. My daughter worked at the CCT in the city and barely made it out herself. She lost some good people that night."

"So did we," Perry muttered quietly from somewhere behind the group.

"Listen, if you are still set on going to Silbern I can get you there. As I said, I won't be able to get you straight into the town, but I'll get as close as I can, within reason of course," The pilot said, steering the conversation back on track. "If you're ready to go, we can set off now. I don't have any more flights booked today so I can go at any time but I suspect you wouldn't appreciate having to trek through the woods at night."

Kieran gave a small nod in confirmation and the pilot gestured for them to get into the airship. After a few quick safety checks and a stuttering start, they were up in the skies above Vale. The pilot kept a good speed and in just under two hours they were within sight of their destination. They passed over a small farm before the airship began to descend, landing near the border of the dense woodlands that hid Silbern. Once they were safely touching the ground, the pilot informed them they were safe to get out.

The pilot wished them all good luck before he flew away, the winds generated by his airship, buffering the nearby trees and making them sway in response. They would watch until the airship disappeared in the distance before Kieran urged them forward, explaining it would only be a short trek until they reached Silbern.

Lin and Perry led the group forward, with Wyn and Roisin following close after, and Tilia and Kieran falling in at the rear.

As they walked, Tilia couldn't help but be reminded of the Emerald Forest or Forever Fall. However, it didn't seem as densely packed as its counterparts, nor did it appear to encompass such a large area. What it did seem to have over them was its exceptionally large trees, which extended so far into the sky Tilia thought she would have to lie on her back to understand the full scale of them.

Up ahead Wyn was currently sharing stories of his home with Roisin. He had made a comment about how the woods reminded him of home and Roisin had asked him to tell her more, admitting with a rueful tone that she knew little of Midge's home.

Turning away from those in front, Tilia glanced towards Kieran who walked at her side. "So," she began, "are you sure your old man is going to be happy about the six of us turning up out of the blue?"

"Well, he wouldn't turn us away if that's what you're implying," Kieran chuckled.

"Neither would mine," Tilia laughed in response. "But I also doubt my parents would be impressed if I just showed up at our house without warning." Especially her mother. Reseda Bosco was not a cruel woman by any stretch of the means but she didn't handle surprises very well.

"We have more than enough room," Kieran assured her, giving her a small smile as he did. "Just don't mind some of the clutter."

“Can’t be any worse than all of my brother's textbooks taking up the room in our house,” Tilia laughed loudly. “I swear it seems as though we only sent Dante to Astrolabe so he could gather more books.”

It looked as though Kieran was going to say something more, but before he had the chance to do so, Wyn’s voice cut through the air.

“Did anyone else hear that?”

“Hear what?” Perry asked.

“I’m not sure…” Wyn frowned a little as his voice trailed off.

The group paused for a moment and waited to see if they heard any noises. When nothing happened, Tilia put her hands on her hip and gave her teammate a stern look. “Are you pulling our leg or something, Wyn?”

He shook his head and just as he was about to further plead his case, the strangest sound reached their ears. At first, it sounded like barking but as the sound continued to repeat more and more it began to sound almost like laughter.

"Is that laughter?" Perry asked, looking around curiously. At the mention of the word 'laughter', Roisin and Kieran both tensed, sharing a worried look between them. They know what this is, Tilia realised with a sudden jolt.

Even without prompting from Kieran, she was reaching for the hilt of her sword, knowing a battle was imminent.

"What are we dealing with here?" Tilia asked, glancing at Kieran for an answer.

"It's-"

But before Kieran had the opportunity to give an answer, a Grimm broke through the bushes, mouth agape as it tried to latch onto an arm. It was a good job the group were alert of something going on around them as Kieran could have wound up with a Grimm hanging onto his arm had he not ducked out of the way in time. Having missed its target, the Grimm continued moving forward, only coming to a stop as it bumped into a tree. The Grimm gave a shake before turning to the group, its mouth drawn back into a snarl. Looking at it face on, Tilia could see it was vaguely canine in appearance, more so in its head than anywhere else, with a long muzzle and pointed ears. It was around the same size as a Sabyr, though its body was more on the compact side. The Grimm lacked a tail and had minimal bone plating, which could be found on its shoulders, rump, and the joints of its hind legs. Its most dangerous weapon appeared to be its jagged teeth, until Tilia was aware of sharp claws on its front paws, which extended and retracted eerily as it moved forward until it settled on leaving them exposed.

The Grimm raised its head in the air and started to make the laughter noise again, which to Tilia's displeasure was echoed by more Grimm hidden in the overgrowth. After a moment, more began to appear, until they were surrounded by at least nine of them, maybe more if the shuffling that could still be heard all around them was anything to go by.

Whilst the rest of her teammates hurried to draw their weapons, Tilia made quick work of the Grimm that was focused on Kieran. As it was distracted, Tilia was able to sneak up closer to it, using her shield to hold it off before she plunged her sword into its gaping maw.

"One down!" She yelled confidently. A lot more to go.

"Keep your guard up everyone!" Kieran instructed, moving backwards until he was back to back with Tilia. He gripped his claymore with both hands, watching two of the Grimm carefully, waiting for them to dive. "Do not let the Prowlers get you on your own. This is what they do best - surround an opponent and overwhelm them into submission."

With six of them against the Grimm, Tilia was sure they'd have been able to hold them off. However, it was still unclear just how many Prowlers there actually were hiding in the bushes.

Split into three pairs, they made a valiant attempt to make a stand against the Grimm. It was going well until more Prowlers creeped out, replacing their fallen comrades almost as fast as they could kill them. The Grimm hadn't caused any physical damage to them but the sheer number of them against the six of them was beginning to exhaust them. Not only that but it was beginning to get difficult to attack them without leaving themselves vulnerable to another. Staying close together was working in their favour but there was no telling how long they could keep it up.

Another Prowler dared to get close to Kieran and Tilia. Tilia pushed it backwards with a heavy shove from her shield and Kieran finished it off with a clean swing of his sword. It didn't take long for a second to try its luck but it never even made it close. There was a high pitched whistling sound, and instinctively, Tilia glanced in Lin's direction thinking it was one of her arrows. However, Lin was preoccupied fending off her own Prowler, shooting an arrow into its eye.

So what made the noise?

Tilia soon got her answer when out of nowhere a spinning shield appeared and sliced the head clean off the Prowler before getting lodged in the bark of the tree closest to them. Tilia blinked in surprise but before she could say anything regarding what had happened the shield began to move. A purple glow emanated within it, gravity dust inside activating and dislodging it from the tree before it got pulled back upwards and back to the arm of its owner, a shadowy figure who waited perched on a tree branch above them.

“Who is that?” Tilia asked, which drew everyone’s attention upwards. She heard a small noise from Roisin and turned her head to see her smiling.

“It’s the help we need to get out of here,” Roisin answered.

The figure swept the cloak they were wearing out of the way, revealing a concealed weapon they had been holding in their hand. It was a hatchet of some variety, with what looked to be some gun functionality if the shots that soon followed were anything to go by. A quick spray of bullets took out two of the Prowlers close to the group and drew the attention of the Grimm in their direction. The figure dived off the branch, twisting their body mid-air just before they hit the ground so that they were able to perfectly time the moment they drove the blade of their hatchet into the body of a Prowler.

The cloaked figure did not wait to see the Grimm dissipate before continuing to move towards them, taking out another four Prowlers before they reached the six of them. Tilia watched in awe as they swapped between their shield and hatchet, slicing through the Grimm with frightening ease.

With the Prowlers now at a more manageable number, the rest of the group were able to get through the rest of them with little difficulty. Tilia carved through one of the Grimm with her semblance, unleashing a build up of energy that she had been steadily storing up with her prior attacks. She straightened her posture and suddenly twist her head, aware of a presence she could see out of the corner of her. The cloaked figure was standing close to her, watching her silently. Suddenly, they tensed and pulled up their hatchet so it almost looked as though they were aiming at Tilia.

"Duck." A masculine voice calmly instructed.

She raised a brow, almost about to snap something back at him, and then she heard a shuffling sound behind her and the familiar laughter of one of the Prowlers. Tilia crouched swiftly, narrowly avoiding a Prowler taking her out from behind. The man who had been helping them fired off two shots in quick succession and the Prowler was gone. He twirled the hatchet in his hand and slid it back into a side holster.

He took a moment to survey the area before turning back to the group. "I think we're safe for now."

The man reached back and pulled down the hood of his cloak revealing his face. He had a surprisingly youthful face overall, though it was hard to put an exact age on him, Tilia found. Faint wrinkles at the corner of his hazel eyes, and a long scar that ran from his cheek and down below his collar worked against the youthful air about him. His dark hair was slicked back neatly, a few strands sat out of place now following his battle against the Prowlers. Looking at him fully, Tilia could see a vague resemblance to Kieran in him, but only in the way they dressed and the way they carried themselves. He also had the same intense stare, though the older man’s expression softened with recognition once a moment had passed.

“What are you two doing here?” He asked, directing his question at Kieran and Roisin.

Kieran looked uncharacteristically sheepish following the question and waved a hand nervously. "Uh, h-hi uncle Colin," He stammered.

"Hello," The man grunted, scarcely acknowledging the greeting. He crossed his arms. "I'll ask again - what are you doing here?"

"We were coming home," Kieran explained. "We needed to get away from Vale after everything that happened. I thought it would be a good idea to recuperate here for a while."

The mention of Vale made their uncle ease his stance. He let out a small sigh and uncrossed his arms. "You know we didn't know what happened in Vale for about a week after we lost signal," Colin began to explain. "The last images we saw were from the festival just as it appeared as though Atlas had attacked. Your father was beside himself with worry when we couldn't get ahold of either of you. I haven't seen him like that for years, not since we lost our dad or...your mother." There was a moment of silence before Colin stepped forward, hugging Kieran first, before moving to his niece. “I’m glad you’re both safe.”

He let his niece go and took a step back. "Make no doubt about it, Daragh will be delighted to see you both again but you chose a hell of a time to come home.”

"Because of the Prowlers?" Wyn asked.

"Because of all of the Grimm," Colin corrected.

"I'm surprised Silbern was so badly affected by what happened in Vale," Roisin said. "It's not like we live that close to the city."

"Well, matters there probably won't have helped to be honest," Colin conceded, "but things were looking bad before the fall."

"How so?" Lin inquired.

Colin looked around and made a vague gesture to the woods. "The past three months the Grimm activity around Silbern has practically exploded for lack of a better word. Nearly every day, more and more Grimm get drawn to the town and I'm none the wiser as to why," Colin explained. He shook his head in visible frustration. "You saw how many Prowlers there were just now. An average pack size is around six or seven. What attacked you was closer to twenty."

"That does seem a lot when you put it like that," Wyn admitted with a mumble.

"It is but Prowlers are relative small fry compared to some of the Grimm we've had in recent weeks," Colin told them. "Usually I'd be able to handle them pretty well on my own but that amount of them and my own fatigue from the past few days definitely would have caught me out if the six of you weren't here."

"What about the other Silbern huntsmen?" Roisin asked, her voice surprisingly sharp as she asked this. "Haven't they been helping?"

"Oh, Ruka and Esmerelda have been pulling their weight here and there at least. Can't say so much for the other two," Colin answered with a sneer.

"Cheren and Datura?" Kieran queried.

"Cheren is getting on in age now so I'm willing to give him some benefit of the doubt but Datura has no excuse. He's just a lazy bas-AHEM!" Colin forced a loud cough to clear his throat. "Enough of that, you kids didn't come here to listen to my grievances. Kee, Ros, are you going to introduce me?"

"Uncle Colin these are my teammates Wyn, Tilia, and Lin," Kieran introduced the team in turn, giving a moment between each name for Colin to shake their hands.

The next introduction was Perry's, which to no surprise from Tilia was done so rather awkwardly. For a long moment, Roisin said and did nothing, a nervous expression playing on her features.

"This is my teammate Perry Estrada," Roisin finally said, gesturing towards Perry. The Vacuan man tilted the brim of his hat before stepping forward and shaking his hand as the three of them had done priorly.

It was a small mercy that Colin did not pry too much into Roisin's use of "teammate" instead of "teammate's". Perhaps he had an idea why two of PEWT were not present, or perhaps he just had the decency not to ask until they were somewhere more private.

"It's a pleasure to finally meet all of you in person," Colin said, flashing them a small smile, the first Tilia had seen from the man. "Kieran and Roisin have spoken a lot about you."

"I hope we live up to the hype!" Wyn boasted with a hearty laugh. Tilia nudged him gently to be quiet.

"Well, you've made a good impression so far," Colin informed them. "Though I doubt any of us planned for a Prowler fight to be how we all first met."

"I don't think we were expecting such a fight at all, to be honest," Perry quipped.

"Really?” Colin raised his brows in surprise. “Were you not warned prior to flying here?”

It was Tilia who answered for the group, “We had an idea but I doubt any of us realised it would be as bad as you described.”

“I guess that makes some sense,” Colin conceded after a moment. “Mayor Lavendin was trying to keep things controlled about what was happening here but it’s just been getting worse. Unfortunately with both the CCT tower down and our own relay tower needing repairs, it hasn’t exactly been easy getting any updates out.”

“How’s da holding up?” Roisin asked.

“Besides being worried about you two? Fine,” Colin answered quickly. “He’s kept himself busy with his garden and helping out at the Fleece when he can.”

“That’s…good,” Roisin said with a weak smile. “It will be nice to see him again. I’ve missed him.”

“Well, let's not keep you both waiting, hm? I can accompany you all back to town if you like?” Colin offered.

“That would be great thank you,” Kieran responded with a nod. “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Not at all,” Colin said. “It would be remiss of me if I just left you all out here alone after that situation with the Prowlers.”

“Then, please, lead on,” Kieran said, gesturing for his uncle to take the lead. “It will be good to finally see home again after so long.”

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