CHAPTER 82

Don't devalue yourself, Karan.

We ... I ... have a lot of affection for you, Karan. I ... really developed feelings for you, anyway.

I'm not lying, Karan ...

Again, Karan straightened with a start. By instinct, she looked around. When the nightmares, the painful memories disappeared to make way for the reality around her, the Cyclops felt that it was not enough. At any time, everything could disappear again.

This was the reason she needed to touch. Something ... Her berth, the wall ... anything.

It was not until she felt the touch under her digits that she realized that she was indeed in her room ... that she was not outside, in the Jasper desert, or in the corridors dark of the place they called the Sanctuary…

That Chop Shop was not there ... or rather, that he was no longer.

And Karan felt her spark break for the umpteenth time at this pervasive thought, welcoming it upon awakening.

Yet… was reality better? Karan dropped back onto her berth, covering her helm with both servos.

"... Karan. "

A calm voice called her.

Karan recognized him. She turned slightly, and the brown bot appeared in her field of vision.

"... I want to be alone, Outrigger. "

For little, she would have sent him to graze. What did he not understand? The message had been clear. If she had settled here in this room, it had been to isolate herself from the others. From their situation, from reality. From Dai Atlas, Wing, Arcee, other Autobots ... all of these issues involving artefacts ...

Karan would have winced. Of course ... now was not the time to complain. They had other problems to deal with on their side. More urgent problems…

Yes. After all ... What was Karan's problem? It was insignificant. It didn't deserve to be looked at. It was even the reason why she had isolated herself. Not to be a nuisance to others. The more she thought about it, the more the idea oppressed her.

However, she added nothing more. Outrigger leaned only against the wall, without leaving.

"Karan ... it's been two days" he retorted softly.

He was not cold towards her. Not at all.

He was just ... patient. Karan looked down in response.

"... If you need to speak" said Outrigger, "I can ask Rung to take you in session. Just to vent out."

"... To say that only a few days ago, I had offered him the same thing. For you."

Outrigger frowned, not understanding.

"... For what happened with your sister. Heavenlight" clarified Karan, the acid tone. "That's a problem to be solved. As for me... everything is fine."

"Everything is fine? Really?"

"Yes. What do you not understand?"

The brown bot sighed. He was not convinced. She knew it.

"Karan ... I misspoke. I offered to speak to Rung because he is a professional. He has a license, a diploma for that. But if it bothers you, you can talk to someone close."

"To Father John? A human? I've heard that priests are bound by the secrecy of the confession or something like that."

"... I was going to offer to talk to me. To me."

Karan started. In silence, she detailed Outrigger, each word drowning in her throat.

Taking a breath to keep her voice from shaking, it took a long time before she finally answered:

"There is nothing. I swear. Everything is fine."

"You know it's not true."

"You have better things to do, don't you? There are other things that need your attention."

Outrigger closed his optics, looking dark. It was like he was obviously out of ideas. He ended up slowly backing towards the door.

But before that, he turned back to her.

"Karan."

"What?"

"I am sorry. Sincerely. For what you are going through ..."

"Sorry for what?" replied simply the Cyclops. "Sorry that I was infatuated with a mech who was only interested in me for artifacts? Besides, who didn't even exist and never existed?"

It was ... more painful to externalize than to keep your feelings buried. Karan crossed her arms, looking away.

"There is nothing. It does not matter. Well ... it's gone."

"Karan…"

Outrigger was about to say something. In the end, he changed his mind and dialed the code to open the door.

"You know ... you should go out. Just for one moment."

"To do what?"

"The weather is pretty nice."

If Karan had been able, she would have laughed.

"Wow ... what a useless pretext to get me out."

"You have to find it, right? Come on, move."

"I don't really want to train, Outrigger."

"I never talked about training."

Was that so?

Despite not being in the mood to do anything ... Karan's curiosity was piqued. That was enough for her to get out of berth and follow Outrigger, albeit reluctantly. Karan felt Outrigger's servo land on her shoulderplate. Her spark accelerated slightly but she didn't pay attention.

What was it for, after all? What was the point of complaining?

This was not the time… Karan waited for the doors to open before taking two steps out of her room.

She looked around, seeing nothing ...

Besides ... lights. The purple lights…

Karan did not understand. A space bridge.

For a long minute, silence fell. No one said a word. Outrigger remained silent, as if he expected. As if he expected something to come up from the space bridge ...

"Karan…"

This voice… Karan froze.

No…impossible. She could not…

A figure appeared. Karan looked up and her globe met Kat's, who emerged from the space bridge.

"… Kat…"

The orange and black Cyclops felt a warmth invade her helm. Kat remained silent. Karan wanted to say something ... Anything, to break the ice.

Then the emotion broke her voice, while she articulated, halfway between laughter and sob:

"… hehe… you're taller than me now."

"Not true" replied Kat calmly. "We are always the same size."

Then the twins threw themselves into each other's arms. Hugging her sister, Karan felt her body shake with tremors.

She kept one servo on Kat's helm, the world disappearing around her.

Nothing mattered ... nothing else mattered ... She and her sister were together. They were together ...

Karan looked up. She noticed two other figures appear from the space bridge. Two figures she recognized well.

Night and Drift. The orange and white femme smiled, sincerely delighted to see her again.

"Karan!"

"... why?" stammered Karan.

Without letting go of her sister, she turned to Outrigger, looking for an explanation. It was Drift who answered instead.

He didn't smile even if there was a glint in his optics.

"He called us" said Drift.

"And since mom loves to hack space bridges" Night added, laidback.

"Don't encourage him or do like him" sighed Drift, rolling his optics.

"What? it's funny!"

Kat hugged her sister again.

"You ... did you come back as backup?" asked Karan.

"…Not exactly. But one thing at a time."

Night's smile grew as soon as she saw Outrigger. Their optics met and the young femme ran towards him to hug him in turn.

"Hey ... so, Earth?" laughed Night. "What do you think about it?"

"I think" replied Outrigger with a lip.

But he was deeply delighted to see her again. Karan felt it. She felt a new twinge of spark when she noticed that despite Outrigger's distant attitude, the latter did not want to let go of her.

Her favorite, she thought bitterly. Of course. Things hadn't changed from that point of view.

"… Drift?"

Drift looked up. Wing and Gasket had entered the corridor.

And for the first time since they got here ... Drift smiled and quickly joined them before hugging Gasket first.

Karan realized how close the two were ... how much they had missed each other.

"… I am sincerely delighted to see you again, my friend" whispered the orange samurai to him.

"... Me too, Drift."


"... Karan. You need to talk to me. "

They were now alone in the room. Kat and Karan were sitting on the berth, legs folded in on themselves, leaning against the wall.

Like when they had been younger. They had always been trying to imitate each other and do the same thing, to be exactly the same. Most of the time, it was Kat who had imitated Karan and followed her ...

But even today ... Kat was waiting for Karan to act.

"…There is nothing to say."

"You said the same thing to Outrigger. It doesn't take with me. I know you. We share the same spark, remember."

Karan turned her helm away. But Kat continued to stare at her.

"... What did he tell you, exactly?" Karan asked in a weak voice.

"Everything."

At least it was clear. Karan found it hard to meet the gaze of her twin.

She felt… ashamed. Idiot. And she expected Kat to say the same to her.

"… Why so much shame, Karan?" Kat asked her softly.

"You know why. Once again, I was an idiot."

"Are you talking about the fact that you got stuck in to go on a mission to Earth?"

Karan suppressed a groan.

Yeah ... that too.

"…Not only."

"Don't worry" Kat said softly, moving closer to her sister. "I would be wrong to judge you. After all, it's not like I've never made a mistake in my life."

Oh yes. The time she had ran away on a ship with Night ... Karan would always remember.

"… Would you like to talk about him? About Chop Shop?"

Karan stiffened. Kat's voice had become softer. The black and orange Cyclops curled up more at the mention of this name.

"... It's just another umpteenth mech that has behaved badly. Yet another crush" said Karan, as if she was trying to convince herself. "You should be used to your sister who loves to go out and party with strangers."

"... I know it was not yet another crush. It wasn't the way you talked about him."

Karan did not answer. The purple Cyclops clarified.

"I know you. All these mechs ... Yellowstar, Diamonddust, Hellfire ... All of these were crushes. Even Outrigger."

Karan tried not to react.

"Chop Shop… it was something else. It was deeper. And that's why you are suffering."

"… I don't suffer…"

She caught her breath.

"I do not suffer ... I will not suffer for a mech which did not even exist and which ... wanted to attack my friends. Who just used me."

Kat shook her helm.

"You know ... it's impossible to play a comedy. Not in the long run, anyway."

"What's the point ? He does not exist! He didn't exist!"

And this time, Karan's voice cracked. Kat immediately grabbed her servo to shake it tightly as she began to sob.

"Karan ... Karan ..." Kat repeated, her tone broken.

But Karan couldn't answer, her voice drowning in tears.

All this rage, this pain that she had accumulated ... it all came out. And it was only in the presence of her sister that she could really let go. Kat grabbed her and hugged her, massaging her back, urging her sister not to hold anything back.

"... I was afraid for you" Kat whispered. "I was afraid of losing my sister..."

"Sorry ..." she managed to articulate.

Karan exploded.

"I am very sorry…"

"it doesn't matter ... don't do that to me again ... okay? I don't know what I would do without you ..."

I don't know what I would do without you ...


"... you are not going to stay long. "

Outside, Outrigger and Night sat in the ground, watching the sun go down behind the dunes.

For the first time since arriving here ... Outrigger felt good. He felt happy. He glanced discreetly at Night, who didn't take her optics off the horizon.

He knew why. These moments ... it was like the ones they shared at the Crystal Cities. It was as if he had come home.

"... Dad may be staying," said Night. "He doesn't know it yet. But me, Kat ... we won't stay. Mom and dad say it would be too dangerous for us."

"He is right. And it's also dangerous for Karan. If I had known ... we would certainly have asked Fracture for a space bridge before."

"He only got access to it recently," Night replied. "And then ... if he gets caught, it's for twenty years behind bars. You too."

Hmm ... Say like that.

"… But when you go back… will you bring Karan back?" asked Outrigger.

Night gave him big reproachful optics.

"Come on. I thought you'd got along better now."

"That's not what you think" Cut Outrigger, sighing. "I'm just saying that ... I don't think she's ready to go on."

"You surprise me."

Night crossed her arms, thoughtful.

"It's up to her. But meanwhile ... she still helped you, right? She managed to bring back an artifact."

"It's dangerous for her."

"Wherever we go, it will be dangerous. Kat will try to convince her to go back with us but ... in the end, it's up to her."

"I know. But we can't be there all the time to protect her. The proof ... with what happened with Airachnid."

A silence fell. Outrigger lowered his gaze to his blades, stored in their sheaths.

It had been stressful, burdensome ... and since their last fight, he hadn't recharged.

"... I missed you, you know" he confessed.

"I knew that" Night smiled.

Outrigger rolled his optics. Night just moved closer to him, resting her helm on his shoulderplate.

"... I missed you too. Anyway ... even if you didn't miss me, I love you too much to hold it against you."

"Hm."

Unexpectedly, the brown bot drew her against him to hug her again. He wanted to enjoy this short moment of respite, this moment with his pupil, with Night ... it didn't matter how short-lived it would be before the Sanctuary Decepticons attacked again.

He opened his optics again and met the stare of someone watching them from a distance.

A certain crow. Night pulled away from him to look in the same direction.

Filch seemed embarrassed, even if she kept her distance from them and did not try to interrupt them.

Night turned to Outrigger. He hadn't even noticed that the white and orange femme was smiling at him mischievously.

"Come on, I'll leave you."

"Huh?" repeated Outrigger.

"You don't do it to me. I'm going to go see the others."

Outrigger reached out, calling her to come back. But Night did not listen to him and walked away whistling.

The brown bot sighed. Once Night was gone, he turned to the crow to invite her to join with a nod.

Filch did not do so immediately. But when Outrigger nodded again, the crow approached him pitifully.

Their optics did not detach from each other. Outrigger kept his arms crossed. Even though he was angry and his attitude suggested otherwise, he was open to discussion. Explanations. Because she owed them. She ... like all those who resided in this Sanctuary.

"… Filch…" started the crow.

Outrigger did not speak.

"…Filch… apologizes to Outrigger. Filch ... is sincerely sorry for ... what happened."

She had difficulty speaking. Outrigger shook his helm.

"I will not forgive you like that."

"Outrigger resents Filch… a lot?"

Very much…

"... I don't need to tell you."

Surely, he resented her less than Karan resented Chop Shop ... but that didn't change the fact that she was an accomplice. That she had participated.

"... it was not meant to harm Outrigger or the others" Filch said. "And Chop Shop ... did not plan to become attached to Karan ..."

"You still hurt us. You have hurt us."

"Filch… was looking for a nest. And Filch fell on the wrong one."

He had no doubts. Even if for now, there was more important to worry about.

"... Chop Shop ... really cared about Karan ... in his own way."

"If you tell her that, I don't know if it will calm her down."

"If that appeases Karan ... Filch is ready to try."

He felt her sincere. And maybe it was silly to apologize to her or water down her actions ... but Outrigger knew she would never have acted knowingly, by herself. She had followed orders.

And somehow ... he couldn't blame her much for looking for a nest somewhere else. Considering the discrimination there was on Cybertron, at the Crystal Cities ... and without taking into account Filch's attitude, she had surely cracked fairly quickly.

"... I will need time, Filch. That's all I can say."

"Filch… understands."

She spread her wings, ready to fly.

"Outrigger… is happy to find Night?" asked Filch.

"... Yes" replied Outrigger with a smile.

In Filch's expression, Outrigger recognized an emotion that was ... quite familiar to him.

Envy ... no. Jealousy.

And when Filch flew away, Outrigger felt his bitterness gradually disappear. Basically, he was not unhappy to have this effect on her.


"She's alive… "

"It's impossible"

"She's alive."

Around him, different voices rose, collided, covering the audios of the white bot.

Gathered in the room, Wing listened to the respective reactions of Drift, Gasket and Dai Atlas. Since they were the first concerned ... it was logical that they were the first to know about the discovery of Wing.

In particular Gasket… At his pedes, Father John, in a wheelchair, listened attentively to the discussions. Wing leaned over to him, checking that he was not in pain and that he needed nothing, no further care.

He had been so afraid for him ... for him and for Mary ... and if he hadn't survived the bombing, Wing doubted that he would have been able to rejoice in what he had discovered a few days earlier.

He hadn't lost his friend ... he hadn't suffered and hadn't had his memories erased ... and besides... his daughter, whom he believed to have died, that he believed to have lost ...

His daughter was alive.

Heavenlight…

"... She can't be alive" said Dai Atlas after a silence.

"But that's real" Wing replied softly.

"Her name is Glowstrike," said Dai Atlas.

"She may have changed her name."

Why ... he didn't know. But Wing was sure of himself.

"Are you telling me that we erased your memories…" began Dai Atlas, jaw clenched, "we erased your memories when Heavenlight, if it's ever true, was alive all along?"

Wing did not rise.

"We would have erased your memories ... we would have endured all that ... for nothing?" added Dai Atlas, incredulous even if his tone remained calm.

"Are you sure, Wing?" asked Drift cautiously.

Wing nodded.

"It's because she is an Insecticon" said Dai Atlas. "You want to believe that she's alive. While they are two different people."

"I recognized her!" Wing cried suddenly.

It was hard to believe, he knew it ...

"She's my Little Light. I have no explanation to provide. I only know it's her."

"She's not your daughter, Wing" said Dai Atlas.

"She's my daughter !"

Love could not be explained. It happened like that ... and Wing had recognized her. He knew she was Heavenlight, even under a different name.

Still upset, Gasket's voice rose.

"... Why didn't I recognize her? Glowstrike ... she is one of the worst people in the Sanctuary. Why didn't I recognize Heavenlight?"

"Gasket…"

"After all ... I raised this little girl for five years. I should have recognized her, right?"

She should have recognized him too ...

Unless she forgot, Wing thought bitterly. He walked over to Gasket to take his servo gently, inviting him to look at him. Gasket accepted his embrace even if he kept the other servo on his face.

Heavenlight ... the daughter they had raised ... had been one of his torturers.

How else to react? How should Wing himself react? It was still ... recent as a situation.

Wing ... didn't know how to react himself. On the one hand, he was overjoyed that his daughter was alive and a new burst of hope invaded his body.

But on the other ... his daughter was no longer the Heavenlight of yesteryear. She had participated in the bombing. She had tortured Gasket to find the artifacts.

The Heavenlight Wing had known would never have done that ...

There had to be an explanation…

"You found Heavenlight's corpse under the rubble!" Dai Atlas reminded them. "You contacted me because this girl was dead!"

"But ... the body we found was black with ash, charcoal ..." replied Gasket weakly.

"It could be her."

But Wing knew it. His opinion was already made. And it wasn't because he desperately wanted his daughter to be alive.

"…I need to talk to her."

"Wing ... We're not talking about Heavenlight" said Dai Atlas coldly.

Wing turned towards him.

"We're talking about a criminal. I'm sure she's not your daughter."

"You will have to accept it, Dai Atlas."

"No matter who she is ... even if she's your daughter, I can't leave you alone with a criminal who's trying to destroy the universe."

Wing startled.

He had tried not to think about it ... not to believe it ... He thought back to Scorponok. Dai Atlas had executed him to protect the universe.

He was not going to ...

"… Aren't you going to execute Heavenlight?" Wing questioned him, in a dull tone.

"I told you, it's not even her!" reiterated Dai Atlas.

"It's her ! And even if it's not her, does it matter?"

Your rules ... that you broke ...

Drift reached out, trying to ease the situation.

"At the moment, it's too early to know. It is too early to be sure that Glowstrike is Heavenlight."

"... I would not have recognized Heavenlight ..." repeated Gasket, sitting down again.

Gasket seemed to believe him, even though he was obviously in denial. Drift seemed less certain while Dai Atlas camped on his position.

"It is out of the question that they should be given special treatment, on the pretext that you are taking a completely breathtaking position!" spat the white and blue bot.

"You didn't know her," replied Wing.

"All I saw was a criminal who tried to destroy a city! And who will start again if we don't stop her!"

"Hence the reason why I have to talk to her..."

She was probably lost now.

Wing saw no other explanation. Why Heavenlight chose this path ...

Father John's soft voice rose.

"… We should trust Wing."

Dai Atlas turned suddenly to him.

"After all ... if he's sure, what costs him talking to him? If she is his daughter, there is no hesitation to have" declared the human.

"And what do you know, human?" growled Dai Atlas.

"I know that a parent's love for their child does not need to be proven."

"Because you have children, do you?"

The human did not answer. The white bot noticed he was getting tired. Wing sighed lightly before approaching him, ready to lead him out of the room to his.

He wanted to believe it… he wanted to be able to speak to him…

Dai Atlas kept his optics closed. He ended up turning on his heels to go out in turn.

"Dai Atlas…"

"Talk to him if you want. Trust false hopes" the leader of the Circle of Light coldly warned. "But it is out of the question that I break the rules for such a person."

You have already broken them ... Wing felt Father John touch his metallic digit. Even if he didn't see him, his smile was addressed to him.

"... it'll be fine, Wing."

"… Do you think so?"

But Father John seemed to believe it.

"For now, let's be happy to be alive. I think that's what's essential."

Wing nodded gently, without answering.

He was right ... they were alive. It was the main thing right now.

As he held Gasket's servo, he gently lifted the wheelchair to carry it in his other servo. They were about to leave the room when Drift called out to them.

"Wing… Gasket…"

The two turned to him. Drift nodded slightly to them.

"... I didn't have time to tell you ... but ... know that ... I support you. With all my spark. And that ... no matter what happens next, I will be there. I will be there to help you face any ordeal."

His gaze was directed at their joined servos.

He seemed determined to help them. Wing knew the orange samurai. He knew he was ready to do anything for his people to protect those who mattered most to him.

And this support… they needed it. And Wing welcomed him, finally allowing himself to smile.


Two days…

Two days that she had not left the infirmary. Two days that she remained in intensive care, cables attached to her chassis while residents of the Sanctuary provided first aid.

Rose had been one of them… at least, she believed it. But it was difficult to know if it had really happened or if she had dreamed ...

Two days ... it was so slow ... especially with their situation.

Glowstrike was still limping. Slowly, she headed for her quarters. Optics closed, she didn't want to talk to anyone.

Fortunately, the injury had not been as serious ... else she would not have survived without a doctor if it had been more serious.

During her coma, Glowstrike had dreamed ... She remembered.

These memories… she had kept them. But most, it was just nightmares that came out. Nightmares about the bombing that had struck Kaon, that flame and that feeling of crushing, suffocation that ensued as she struggled to get out of the rubble ...

How old had she been ... already?

But during that time in the infirmary ... she had dreamed of Wing. A pleasant dream this time… where they flew together. In the air, above Cybertron.

Glowstrike was not sure what it meant. She noticed that her fist was shaking. She touched it to calm her tremors, before dialing the access code to his room.

But when she got inside, Saberhorn was already there.

She knew he had come to see her in the hospital wing. She hadn't dreamed of him. Saberhorn would never give up on her. Even today…

The pirate was not looking at her. He was looking at the wall, his back facing her. And it wasn't until Glowstrike closed the door that he turned.

His face showed no anger ... only ... disbelief.

And misunderstanding. In his place, anyone would probably react like him.

Glowstrike did not speak. She waited for him to speak. Let him say what he had to say.

"... I thought I was going to lose you," said the pirate.

The firefly bit her lip. She just sat down, without answering.

"... If your father hadn't found you ..." began the pirate.

"He's not my father" only Glowstrike replied, brittle.

Her wrist was still shaking. She took a breath to calm down.

"We are not related, he and I. I am an Insecticon. He is a standard. There is no spark bond between us."

"He considers you his daughter, anyway. And at some point, I'm willing to bet that you considered him your father too."

Maybe ... once.

Yes. Once.

"… When did you intend to tell me?" he asked simply, a helpless look mixed with pain. "Glowstrike… or I mean. I don't know how to call you now."

He shouldn't even hesitate.

"My name is Glowstrike. That's all."

"When did you intend to tell me? Why didn't you tell me you knew Wing so much ... for all the times we ran into him?" asked Saberhorn.

She kept her optics riveted to the ground. She didn't want to face his gaze, his questions ... even though she knew it was inevitable.

"Isn't it obvious? I didn't want anyone to know my connection to ... him" she articulated without any emotion.

"I can understand for the others ... for Airachnid... she would have considered you a traitor. But... Glowstrike. You could have told me about it. At least to me."

They trusted each other…

She and Saberhorn trusted each other ... and she hadn't told him anything.

"You know Wing. How would you have reacted, if I had told you the truth?" Glowstrike asked him. "An Insecticon raised for a time by a standard… how would it have gone at the Sanctuary?"

"... I would surely have been as stunned as I am now. But I wouldn't have been angry."

In the end, no matter how much Saberhorn kept repeating and trying to split himself up in the society of the Sanctuary ... standards had never really been a criterion for hating a person.

"... Do you realize that I almost killed your father? Many times?" Saberhorn asked her.

"I told you he wasn't my father" Glowstrike repeated, a little more firmly. "He is an enemy. He is an enemy of the Sanctuary."

"Please, Glowstrike."

But what exactly was he waiting for?

Saberhorn stared at her sadly. He felt… sorry for her.

And guilty too. But guilty of what?

"... You don't have to feel sorry" the firefly continued.

"You never told me about your parents. Not even once. And right now, until you tell me the opposite, he's the only parental figure you've ever had. And that you still have."

"Don't talk about what you don't know"

She hadn't raised her voice. But her tone had become icier.

Saberhorn did not take it easy. Slowly, he moved closer to her.

"…So, explain to me. Explain to me why you resent him so much."

"Why do you want to know?"

"Don't you realize it, Glowstrike?"

He hadn't said it yet. These three words ... these three simple words ... Glowstrike had forgotten their meaning but she was waiting for them, despite herself.

Even though she couldn't give him anything back.

"…I would like to know. That's all. I want to know the relationship you had ... and why you resent him so much that you say he is no longer your father. He raised you, though."

Glowstrike suppressed a growl of frustration.

Definitely ... he was stubborn.

"Yes ..." she admitted. "He raised me."

"So, explain to me ... in your own words. My dear. And it will be the only time I will ask you. I want to know more about you, about your life, about the one you were before ..."

He paused.

"... When ... you were Heavenlight."

I am no longer Heavenlight…

I'm Glowstrike now.

Despite this, Glowstrike no longer had the strength to resist any longer. Saberhorn wanted to know so much…

The firefly finally waved at him, inviting him to sit in front of her. Saberhorn did so. He took a seat, ready to listen.

"... This is not a happy story to tell."

"This is your story. Happy or not, I wish to know it. And ... if possible, help you get better. To evacuate all of this."

Was it possible to get better ...?

Saberhorn seemed to believe it, anyway. For a moment Glowstrike hesitated to take his servo.

In the end, she didn't do anything with it. She had to behave like a Queen, despite the trials.

Then Glowstrike opened her mouth and started to tell.