Timothy rounded up everyone as they went inside his house; it’s been a while since they last came together like this. From planning a heist and now they are now planning how to get out of the forest.
Oh, how time flies by so fast.
Timothy took a deep breath and began, “Okay, I know Arwin’s vital in making our plan work, but I have a plan. “
“It won’t work without Arwin; why does it matter?” Gloin’s eyes sank from exhaustion and staying up all night.
Timothy smirked and said in confidence, “I know her. Arwin is going to join us. I know she will.”
John chuckled softly, which made everyone in the room, including Rosa, look at him with those confused looks all over their faces. John explained, “It’s just… it’s nostalgic. You know, Arwin said the same when we were planning the heist. We said we needed you to make it work, and Arwin did the confident smirks and said that you’ll be joining us and look at you. You’re here and leading now.”
Ros
Arwin stole a dusty cloak from the neighbor’s racks and wore it to cover her face and identity. Her long orange hair made her unrecognizable despite the paintings and posters about her. Looking around, the village being powered by steam, it was strikingly similar to where they used to be. Only this time, Gloin, along with a couple of engineers and mechanics, seemed to modify a lot of things to make a living underground more suitable. She feels warmth as it makes its way to her heart when suddenly a teen boy passes through her saying, “Oh. The raven. You’re back.” Arwin looked back at him, saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong person.” “No. It’s you.” The boy continued, “You promised you’d protect our village if I protect your friends.” Arwin stopped on her track as she remembered that. It’s the same kid who she entrusted Timothy and the others too just before she leaves. The small kid is now a tall teen boy making
As Arwin came back to the village, the word about it spread fast. The villagers gathered outside Rosa and Timothy’s house; all dressed up with their leather and rustic clothing. Some even managed to afford Gloin’s clockwork machines and had them attached to them. The people were murmuring as Arwin opened the door and stepped outside. Arwin felt the regret that everyone is stuck here because she can’t do what she must. She can’t kill Mark, who’s going to be the next vessel of the king, nor can she kill the king. From regret, she feels pressure that she must do whatever it takes to succeed even if it kills her. Just as she is stepping backward to hide and run away, Mosse caught her and said, “No more running away, Arwin.” “You’re right.” Arwin then removed her hat, revealing her flowing black hair and coat, showcasing her petite and lady figure perfectly. She remarked, “I’m not alone. Not anymore.” For years, Arwin is used to hiding her gender bec
As the whole village busily prepared to attack King Damon’s castle, the rest of the forest creatures prepared to hide themselves away as the blood moon was creeping nearer. The Raven is said to be at its most powerful that night, and King Damon’s body transfer will be at the sun’s first light. That could only mean war and chaos to everyone. Arwin and the rest of the villagers are not the only ones who wish to fight and dethrone the tyrannical king of the forest. And everyone knows the best opportunity to strike is before King Damon changes into a younger and much stronger vessel. However, King Damon sat comfortably in his throne because he knew that no matter how many creatures try to fight him all at once- no one stands a chance against him, and the only one who can is out there cowering in fear. King Damon mutters, “Arwin… Is there any sign of her?” “None yet, my king.” Sinas replied and continued, “But… I have a good guess; they’re hiding i
Sinas took a deep breath and muttered to himself, “I need to prolong this game as long as I can.” He started off by opening with his white pawn to f4, hoping that King Damon would fall for his trick and proceed with the two-move checkmate. King Damon looked at Sinas tenaciously as he moved his black pawn, sacrificing it to e5 again with a flick of his hand. He crossed his arms and smirked as Sinas hesitantly captured King Damon’s pawn. King Damon chuckled softly and said, “My ancestors taught me this game. It’s a fascinating game that gets to decide who gets to rule the forest. A strategic game where the winner gets it all and the loser loses his life.” King Damon moved another pawn simply by looking at it to d6. Sinas captured it once again with even more hesitation growing inside him. In his head, he knows it must be a trap. This is too easy. This can’t be right. Just then, as Sinas hesitation peaked through, King Damon smirked and provoked
Meanwhile, back at the village where Mosse and Mark prepared to face off each other, Timothy felt something off as the glass of water he grabbed slipped off from his hand and cut him. His eyes fixated on the broken shards of the glass on the floor as he began to feel anxious. A gentle tap relinquished him. It is Arwin. She asked, “Is everything okay? You seem… occupied.” “I feel something bad is going to happen. I’m going to the borders for a while to check for some irregularities.” Arwin suddenly asked from Timothy, “Oh, can you grab me some pomegranate on the way back. I’m craving some.” “That’s west of the border; plus, since when did you like pomegranates?” Timothy sounded confused as he doubted Arwin's craving, but Arwin smirked and just looked at him straight in the eye; she said, “Just trust me.” “O…kay?” Timothy did not understand what Arwin was going on about, but he agreed with her anyway and proceeded to start going towards th
Arwin took Mosse somewhere back from the training and everything as she tended Mosse’s scars. Mosse took Arwin’s hands weakly and said, “That… right now just proves your theory all along.” Arwin insisted on tending Mosse’s scars when Mosse said, “You don’t have to tend my wounds. You and I both know that my scars heal faster anyway.” Taking a deep sigh, Arwin remarked as she looked over Mark’s back silhouette, “Yeah. I know what I have to do in case this plan fails.” “Listen, Arwin. The forest warned you before; it even showed you visions of what monstrosity Mark is capable of if the transfer of body is completed. That’s… That won’t be Mark anymore.” Mosse explains, “King Damon is slowly eating him away.” “I know!” Arwin snapped at Mosse, “I know my responsibilities and the burdens that come along being a raven! I know what I have to do!” Mosse sighed, looking a little disappointed in Arwin, and asked in a subtle voice, “But can you? Do you ac
Gloin, unable to control his anger, started charging towards the tied-up Dylan without any hint of hesitation. Gloin punched Dylan until his fists bleed out; Gloin shouted, “You’re crazy! You’re a psychopath! Why would you do something like that?!” Dylan coughed off the blood and laughed maniacally, “Just ‘cause he was in my way.” “Who told you to do it? Why would you do something as inhumane as this?” Gloin pulled Dylan’s collar aggressively, which made Dylan choke, but he replied, “Who else? Of course, it’s Sinas. To answer why… you’re just going to have to wait.” Dylan shot Arwin a look for a split second, and she immediately knew what this is or what this means. Timothy sees Arwin’s reaction and finds it odd. Timothy asked from himself, “What is Arwin not telling us?” But before Timothy can say anything out loud to Arwin, Rosa asked from Arwin with her shaky and terrified voice, “Arwin… the fact that Mark and Dylan can enter and leave the barrier
Realizing something, Arwin grew impatient and asked once again, “Where are they? They want to meet me, right?” “Only you.” The tambal squinted its eyes, doubting Arwin’s true intentions, but Arwin nodded in agreement, so the tambal continued as he replied, “They said they would be at the deep forest later at night. They’ll be waiting for you. Otherwise, they will plan an attack in this village.” Arwin said, “Got that.” And just before she left, she added, “I just realized that I couldn’t let you tell anyone anything.” “What do you mean?” “I’m saying I have to kill you.” “What-“ The tambal asked out loudly, shocked by Arwin's words, but before it could even finish, Arwin easily and flawlessly slit its throat. She watched as the tambal choked on its own blood. Just as the tambal is being drained out of its life, Arwin remarked, “I just realized that Atlas is a friend of a friend and what you did was horrible. Be thankful for the quick de