The Sanctuary
Gavotte smiled, trying to imagine what Xia's parents were like. They probably looked like her. Maybe she had her father's eyes and her mother's jaw. Or her mother's hair color and her father's cheekbones. They might be less likely to have the same fighting style as her, though. In Windwoods, combat-trained girls normally took after their mother (or sometimes their father, if he was one of the rare men fighters). It was partially because genetics would influence their strengths and weaknesses, but also because they grew up with that influence and those lessons.
"They shouldn't be too bad. I haven't met many bad people," Gavotte told Xia. It was true. In Windwoods, pretty much everyone loved each other. Some of the girls and women could be harsh, but it was just the way they communicated. Apart from Agatha, maybe 'evil people' or even 'bad people' didn't truly exist.
He smiled wider at the treehouse comment (and the fact that Cilan had fallen asleep hugging Xia and was still clinging onto her). "Did you build it yourself?"
Rowan could genuinely feel Lily's exhaustion as she lay down. He smiled as she fell asleep, but his smile quickly dropped. He could sense bad emotions from her. Rowan wanted to wake her up, but he knew she needed sleep. He really hated when people were uncomfortable though. He moved over and gently moved Lily into his lap, so Rowan could be a human pillow. From personal experience, Rowan couldn't sleep well unless he was nice and warm.
Before the Sunset Rebellion came and ruined everything, he still used to climb into his parents' bed and snuggle in their warm blankets. Or when they weren't home, he would climb into Olive's bed and sleep beside his baby brother. Rowan knew Olive could get very nervous when he was alone, without their parents in the house. His small brother would often go to his siblings for comfort, but at night he was sometimes too scared of the dark to get out of bed.
When it was Rowan who was upset, like that one time Willow freaked him out with a graphic Agatha story, most would expect him to find his parents. The reality was that he would first seek out his sister Maple. Rowan's older sister rarely spoke more than three words at a time. She outgrew even her mother, and stood at a height of 6'2", so she had a tendency to intimidate people. Rowan knew Maple was just a big teddy bear. She would silently hold him to calm him down, then protectively cradle him until he fell asleep. He liked to talk to her because she was a great listener. She was very understanding, like Lily. Rowan needed someone like that in his life.
He fell asleep still holding Lily, thinking of good times he had with his family.
It was common knowledge that Timpani loved to fight. Back in Windwoods, she would tussle with the toughest girls around. A good number of them were even bigger than her. It gave Timpani such pride and confidence, whenever she beat one of her 6'2" opponents in an evenly matched fight. It made her feel very accomplished.
But she felt even more accomplished right now, with Mayne nestled comfortably in her arms.
"Sounds like a new power," Timpani chuckled. She imagined herself cooking and wondered if she could do it. With Mayne teaching her, she could probably figure it out.
She sat back down in her chair, still holding Mayne. Now he was kind of cradled in her lap. She reached for one of the pancakes, ripped a piece off, and stuck it in her mouth. She had never put chocolate in a pancake before, but this was delicious. "Told you it was magic," She laughed. "You try some."
Timpani could remember a distant time when she would judge her female friends for having boyfriends. She would challenge them to a fight, so they could prove they hadn't gone soft. They would fight a little better than before, but Timpani never understood it. Falling in love seemed to be a weakness. Girls would act so weird around their boyfriends, like they had gone soft or something. Timpani had once been irritated by it.
Now she understood them completely. She knew, too, why they fought better than before.
They had someone to fight for.
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Birvale Beach
Solara had never been good at reading people's hidden intentions. She just looked at Thana with a disapproving expression on her face, although she couldn't resist helping someone in need. This girl's actions and words were simply not making sense. She was aggressive one minute, and now she apparently just wanted to meet other people. However, Solara had already seen through the walls of the cabin. It was a gruesome mess in there.
If this girl was genuinely not a threat, Solara couldn't make judgements too early. It was wrong to condemn innocent, misunderstood people.
When the teenagers arrived, the Queen knew she couldn't do anything drastic in front of them without enough evidence. She didn't want to scare these young people. She nodded at Amber, but there was an expression of concern on Solara's normally-emotionless face. She was ready to interfere if this strange girl tried anything.
Samuel smiled, but it quickly changed to a scowl. He had a very sharp nose, and right now he could smell something absolutely disgusting. It was a rotten, revolting stench that made him want to barf. "They obviously haven't showered, unless it's with the blood of dead roadkill," Samuel gagged.
"Be nice, Sammy," Waverly told him. "I don't smell anything."
"The house looks so bad," Samuel just kept criticizing them. "Looks like a perfect place to film a horror movie. I swear, this reminds me of Agatha's Return 2 or something. Hated those cheesy scary movies."
Once they finally reached the building, it was Amber who greeted everyone first. Samuel just glared. All he could think of was the sickening stench, and he couldn't believe nobody else was complaining or even speaking up. This was so gross. They ought to leave this horrid place immediately.
"Amber, I don't like this," Samuel grumbled. "It smells like death here. Let's ditch and keep moving."
"Sammy," Waverly sighed, but Samuel just ignored him. This was stupid.
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Parliament Building
Alastair had already judged that Amelia's ego was clouding her judgement. She was pretty stupid and ridiculous, thinking she was already some kind of supreme overlord. He was still so angry he could strangle her with his bare hands. Amelia's sword felt wrong in his hands; it wasn't made for him. The idiot had his sword, and Alastair hated seeing his family inheritance defiled with the traitor's filthy hands.
He knew he couldn't parry with this stupid sword. His family sword was too strong, and most other blades couldn't resist against it. He had to resort to dodging, but he was never used to dodging. He saw the blade cutting deeply into his arm. Alastair was so angry that pain wasn't even a consideration, the wound just made him more angry.
Fortunately he was left-handed, and his borrowed sword was lighter. He viciously swung the blade towards Amelia's thigh. Most shorter opponents wouldn't expect him to attack low, especially when he was this angry. He was so furious that he seemed to be colorblind, except for the color red. Everything was red.
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Celestial Tower
Clotilda was casually eating some french fries as she entered the room. A smile spread across the face when army leaders were mentioned. Things were going to get bloody, and Agatha would regret giving everyone that disgusting attitude. This ought to wipe the hideous smirk off that old lady's face. Clove wished she was in one of those armies. All six were led by a woman who once came from Windwoods. It was a long story, but Clotilda was certain of one thing.
"These ladies won't be happy that their entire families just died," She told the Soares. "I'll help you guys, but how are they going to find out the bad news?"
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Blizzard Mountains
"Quit slacking off!" Janice snarled as she watched some of her soldiers do continuous push-ups. The others were doing some other types of training, The ones who lacked in upper-body strength were lifting weights, and the ones terrible at running were jogging around the freezing mountain paths for hours. The biggest ones were forced to squeeze into small cave tunnels and crawl through, while the smallest ones were attacking giant dummies that were purposely five times their size and weight. All complainers were sent to the mountain summit, to endure the bitter cold with barely any clothes.
"We have been working out for hours, Janice," one soldier told her.
"All of you, do push-ups with one hand," The giant of a woman ordered. She was very tall, even for a Windwoods-born woman, and she was often mistaken for an Abominable Snowperson. She approached the soldier who spoke up. "One more word and
you're going to the peak in a bathing suit."
"Aki," She told one of the soldiers. "Watch them. Don't let them slack off."
She left the hot, sweaty chamber of the mountain cave. The tunnels were rather small, so Janice had to duck. She had forced her army to excavate this entire base themselves. Now she refused to expand it, because they needed to become accustomed to horrible conditions. That would build character.
She entered the room where her tiniest soldiers, even smaller than Aki, were beating up gigantic dummies. Janice's icy blue eyes gleamed with anger as one of them started talking immediately. She only calmed down when she realized Sorcha was looking for something to do. Janice even smiled- finally, someone was being enthusiastic. Sorcha was one of the newest soldiers, since not many people wanted to join Janice's army. It took a lot of guts for someone to sign up, especially a small kid who came from a much warmer climate. She was a prodigy though, and fit in perfectly.
"I've heard reports of a murderer terrorizing Birvale Beach," Janice told Sorcha, taking a step closer. "It's just one teenage girl. Be a waste to bring the whole army. The beach is just south of the mountains. Look for a cabin, and take all suspicious individuals captive."
She realized some of the other short people were staring at her.
"What?" Janice snapped. "Get back to work. Assignments are first come first serve. Early bird gets the worm."