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'Dear Dad,

Claus stole your knife to try and kill the Drago that killed Mom. He made me promise not to tell, but he never said anything about letters. I'm going to bring him back.

We'll be home soon.

-Lucas'


If it weren't for the searing pain in the space where his left arm was supposed to be, Lucas would have marveled at the amount of blood he lost.

It was everywhere, drops on the dark stone under his feet, some splattered on the teeth of the monstrous Drago that had his arm stuck between it's teeth, and most of all, blood staining his striped t-shirt, making the fabric cling to his skin.

It hurt, stabbing and aching pain causing the young boy to double over, clutching at the gaping wound at his shoulder. He felt sluggish and numb and lightheaded and everything hurt

Tears cut through the grime on his face, and sobs erupted from his throat. More than anything, Lucas wanted to flee, to run and make the pain go away and stay home where he would be safe, but his legs wouldn't move. He was paralyzed by pain and fear, like chains shackling him to the ground, keeping him in place for his untimely death.

As Lucas felt his vision fade, he only hoped that Claus wouldn't meet his fate.


Flint finds him just outside the pink seashell home, and takes his son into his arms out of pure relief.

Behind him, Alec coughs, reminding Flint that there were other matters at hand.

"Claus, where's Lucas?"

"I left him at home," Claus replies honestly. "He tried to stop me, but I have to do this! For Mom..."

"He's not at home," Flint stated, worry beginning to pool in his eyes.

The colour in Claus' face fades away as silence falls over the trio.

That silence shatters when a scream, a scream belonging to a young boy, echoes throughout the sky, sending shivers down the spine of the three males.

Immediately, without words, Claus and Flint take off towards the source of the scream, Alec struggling to keep up.


They find Lucas, or what's left of him, inside the mechanical Drago's mouth.

A severed arm and several large bloodstains smeared all over the plateau are all that remain of Lucas.

Crying out in anger and sorrow, Flint is the first to strike.


Lucas is scared. but the people surrounding him ('Doctors' they call themselves) say that he has to trust them and relax so they can fix him.

As the young boy relaxes his limbs (and the remains of his left arm), his brother's words from long ago come to mind.

'You're way too trusting for your own good, Lucas!'


They bury his arm in a coffin too small for the tiniest of infants, treating Lucas' severed arm with the same respect they would his corpse because it's all they had left of the sunny haired boy.

Flint holds Claus as they weep, because even if they were strong, they were still so weak, with the weight of two dead family members pressing down upon them.

Their hearts feel empty, any joy and any comfort shattering to pieces and unable to be pieced back together with Hinawa and Lucas gone.

Both mother and son, wife and brother have fallen to the same beast.

Their gravestones stood side by side, a matching bouquet of sunflowers on both.


Lucas is dead.

His body is still capable of movement, his mind can still think, his eye can still see, but it's not his body but his heart that is dead.

The boy once known as Lucas is dead and gone, and the Commander lives in his place.


Hooray! A prequel!

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