Nyssa walks home after a meteor shower but meets a surprise on the way.

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Nyssa's eyes felt heavy as she entered the cavern. Maye this was her punishment for the eight hour time switch. Her father kept these passages into their home private but known to a select few like her, Ubo, and… Sara. The glowing lines burning across the sky felt empty without her. The Heir to the Demon stopped. Five years ago, she brought her down after two weeks of her recovery and beginning of her training. Dragging a sore Sara down here had be a feat but her falling asleep on her shoulder due to fatigue and comfort proved worth it. She didn't love her anymore. If she did, she would have stayed. Her feet started to move again. She had been like Calypso, forcing her to stay with her. Then why did she take a different route to the outlook.

That was the past. She… Both of them had moved on. Her stomach churned. Yes. She had moved on. She stopped and inhaled deeply. She could still smell the perfume she wear in Paris after their first mission together.

She lowered her eyes to the ground. Footprints. Her eyes scanned the ground as the impressions pressed into dust like soil. Just light enough to be seen. A highly trained assassin. They would not be leaving here alive. The archer nocked one of her arrows as she blended with the shadows.

The path passed through her route, the way she showed Sara, her usual route. Her heart jumped. Could have her beloved returned? No, this could have lost wandering of a trespasser. Eventually, the impressions stopped. Nyssa's eyes scanned the chamber as a blonde stepped out of the shadows. Sara.

"Kill me if you want but I knew you would be here for the meteor shower. You never missed it." She paused, her expression growing heavy. "I'm sorry." Flowed from her lips. The archer pulled the bowstring forward and rested the formerly nocked arrow in her quiver. She fought the smile crossing her lips as the uplifting of her lips prevailed.

Forgiveness and Al Ghuls didn't mix but she... couldn't hate her. She straightened and relaxed, "Why are you here?" Her body wanted to embrace toward her canary but her lifetime of training keep her planted. Emotion in battle could kill her, even outside of battle but her restraint faded. Sara wouldn't trick her. Still pain mixed with excitement.

"I have no right to ask you." Sara replied, her feet inching forward and eyes studying the ground.

"You have every right."

"I figured once I have left, how much the League changed me. I could not return home and be the same. I have changed too much." Silent followed and she looked up. "You must detest me, now."

Nyssa contained a muted laugh. Under her love and mentorship, she grew from a terrified, half alive girl to a capable and independent warrior. She marched forward and embraced Sara. "Sssshh." The aroma of Jasmine hit her nose. Her shampoo. Some things never changed. "What do you need?"

Sara swallowed. Words flowed as she stepped back. Events like almost killing the Huntress and Roy. Slade evolved from a victim to an enemy in the course of the ten minutes. A foe that needed to eliminated.

"I will give what I can but to get the support you need, I will need to tell my father." Images of Sara breathing her last breathes haunted her head. "You will not be able to leave."

"I know."

"Ta-er al-Safher…" Sara could get her killed but the risk was worth it. Points developed into argument with each breath. She braced herself for her father's disappointment.

"I needed distance to understand where I belong, here with you, fighting and accepting my darkness."

"Follow me." She rose. "I know a way to sneak you in so you are not killed on spot." She was not Calypso. Oliver was not Sara's Penelope.

Now, she needed to reason with her father.