Still not mine.
So here we finally start lining up with events we've seen. This one, obviously, lines up with the Black Trailer, and is kinda a filler. I'll try to update again real soon. :D
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"What about the crew?"
"What about them?"
The moment the words leave Adam's mouth, she forces herself to admit that, for her, this is all over. She no longer fits into this niche that's been hers since she first climbed onto Adam's bike, or perhaps it no longer fits her. She's been watching the White Fang degrade from the inside, watching Adam degrade. She's tired of watching.
She finishes out the battle. Does her best to keep herself and Adam alive, just like it's always been, like she thought it always would be. And when they reach the end and the air is filled with rose petals, she puts an end to it. She separates one train car from another, the crew from danger, herself from Adam.
It's time for her to find her own way to change the world.
Adam reaches out for her as the train cars separate, as though asking her why she's leaving. To stay with him. She looks down, away from him. She won't let his confusion, his failure to understand why she has to do this, change her decision.
She's going to fix this. Him and the world.
When the train stops, she leaps down from her perch and away, vanishes before the crew can discover her, and for a few days she wanders, uses the skills the White Fang and Adam drilled into her to hide while she's trying to decide where to begin this new future, her mission to save the world.
The answer is easier than she thought it would be.
To become a huntress is to become a hero. She can't think of a better place to begin. So she does some research, finds out which of the combat schools is the best for training the best hunters and huntresses the kingdom can lay claim to. She sets her sights high and never so much as thinks about backing down or failing. Neither is an option. She loves her people, and she's failing them. She loves Adam, and she's failing him too. It doesn't matter how much her heart aches. She ties her ears up in a pretty bow and deletes his name from her vocabulary. No one can know who she is or the things she's done.
She gazes at her reflection in a huge shiny window and tries to smile. Beacon is huge, a world of its own. One where she's not sure she belongs. She almost turns right around and runs. Almost. But that isn't an option either. Not anymore.
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