At Bard's house he was sitting in his chair while his children were fixing up dinner in the kitchen. Ophelia had cleaned the wound on Kamilla's leg in an attempt to avoid further infection and was washing her hands of the blood in the bathroom. Frieda had never once left Kamilla's side and sat in a chair that Bard had brought her. Kamilla was resting on her left side but her breathing remained labored and her hand clenched Frieda's. All the candles were lit along with lanterns to provide extra light in the house. The rumbling from the mountain suddenly struck, with it being so strong it could be felt away the way in Lake-town. The house shook slightly and creaked, with some dirt dissipating through cracks in the roof tiling. Everyone was perplexed by the occurrence and Bard looked to his children.

"Father!" Beth exclaimed looking out the kitchen window "It's coming from the mountain!"

Ophelia poked her head out of the bathroom with worry, still drying her hands with a towel. Bard looked down at the floor for a moment as he began to become very worried. That rumbling could only mean one thing. And it's the one thing he hoped wouldn't happen.

"You need to leave us." Frieda piped up as Bard turned to face her "Take your children and go."

"But we can't just leave you!" Beth protested.

"I won't have you all getting hurt because of something we did." Frieda replied sternly.

"Where can we go?" Bard asked "There is nowhere to go. All that's out there is wilderness."

"Dad?" a voice asked.

Bard turned to see Terrence standing next to his brother and sister, looking absolutely terrified.

"Dad, are we going to die?" he asked again.

Bard sighed as he walked up to his son then leaned down and put his arms on his shoulders to comfort him.

"No, son." he said smiling "I won't let that happen."

"But dad, the dragon's going to kill us." Terrence said.

"Not if I kill it first." Bard replied.

He stood up, a brave look suddenly coming across her face. He then looked to where the spices hung on some fishing net where a cabinet would be. He reached up and grasped something hidden above the net that seemed to be hidden in the wood of the plank it was hanging from. He then pulled it out with some dirt and dust spilling out in it's wake. In his hands was a gleaming silver spear as long as he was tall that was curved slightly at the end. Everyone stared at it in awe.

"A black arrow." Frieda said.

"Wow." Beth said in wonder.

There was a brief pause before Bertha interrupted.

"What the fuck you had that here the whole time?!" she barked.

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Bard and Beth poked their heads out from behind a building and saw the tower containing the dwarf wind-lance was close by. Shane had wanted to come but Bard had ordered him to stay behind and look after the girls and Terrence. The snowstorm was now hastily approaching Laketown with the snow now falling more frequently as the giant cloud appeared as a hurricane of ice and snow coming towards the lake. Bard tilted his head to the right slightly and they began heading down the avenue, with the black arrow still in Bards hands.

"Dad, how come you never told us about the arrow?" Beth asked.

"Because you didn't need to know." Bard replied "I'm frankly more surprised you never found it earlier."

They then were about to round another corner when they stopped and Bard peeked from behind the building. The tower was just up ahead and no one was really out save for some people sweeping what could only be considered porches in town. Bard then looked to his daughter expectantly.

"Okay, Beth, listen closely." he said softly "I need you to distract the guards. Once I'm at the top of the tower I'll set the bow in place, do you understand?"

"Yes, father." Beth replied.

On a nearby street corner, some relaxing guards had spotted them while they were having a smoke during a break from patrolling.

"Hey!" yelled one "Hold it right there!"

Bard and Beth immediately turned and began running back the way they came, with the guards in pursuit. They turned another corner and did their best to duck behind some boxes in the market place just as the guards ran past them and went the other direction. Bard looked ahead and saw the bridge right in front of them which led to a shop. He then looked back to Beth who had pulled up the hood on her coat and carefully handed the Black Arrow to her.

"Sweetheart, look at me." Bard ordered quietly "Hide the arrow then head straight home. I'll buy you some time."

"No, dad!" Beth barked "I'm not leaving you!"

They suddenly heard Braga and the guards exclaim in the distance. Normally, Bard would have scolded Beth for giving away where they were but right now he wasn't in the mood for that.

"Beth, don't argue with me!" Bard hissed "I'm trusting you with this! Now go!"

Beth didn't argue but obeyed her father and ran across the bridge into the shop while Bard walked out into the open. And lo and behold the loud footsteps of the guards soon came from his left. He turned to see Braga and the guards all stopped directly in front of him.

"Hey, guys." she said "Some weather tonight eh?"

"You're under arrest." Bernadette the female guard said "Come with us quietly and there won't be any trouble."

"I'm so sorry for this." Bard replied as his hands closed into fists.

"Sorry for what?" Bernadette asked.

As if on command, Beatrice whacked Bernadette in the jaw causing her fall hard onto the boardwalk. Yun tried to grab Bard but he knocked him into a pile of baskets and made a break for it. Doing his best to draw attention away from his daughter. Beth in the meantime had exited out the back door of the shop and found herself on a walkway that separated two streets. To her left was a boat that had a net and some coats. And right at the heart of the street it was on was a silver statue of the first Lake-town master, standing proud with a carved in coat and with his staff carved from the stone at the base of the statue. She heard the kerfuffle that was her father leading the guards away and briefly thought going back and helping her father. After all, stuff like this was up Shane's ally, with him being the eldest and all. But she remembered what her dad had told her. 'Hide the arrow then head straight home.' he'd said. And her father was trusting her to do this. She couldn't let him down.

She got the work throwing the Black Arrow onto the boat then concealing it underneath the net and two sheets. Once she was sure it was hidden she made a bee-line for whatever direction home was from this point. Bard had done a surprisingly good job dodging the guards. They chased him through an entire block of town but failed to catch him. Having lived in this town his whole life like everyone else, he knew which alleys or streets to take to try and throw the guards off. He came dangerously close to falling into the water when he had to clamber through some boats, one of which had fishermen in it but managed to get onto the other side alright. For just a moment, Bard thought he was in the clear as he rounded a corner and headed into an ally-way when suddenly he slammed into someone so fast that he was knocked over and crashed into a small cart of cabbages and a sewing kit. He flopped onto the ground with some of the cabbages landing on top of him.

"My cabbages!" the owner of the ill-fated cabbage cart called out from his shop.

He shook his head and regained himself as he realized who he'd slammed into. It was Adina who had tried to trip him only for him to slam right into her as he was running. This confounded woman seemed to be following him everywhere he went. And now she was on top of him looking him dead in the eyes looking like she transfixed with some glowing jewel. This most awkward of pauses between the two of them seemed to drag on for an eternity before some of the guards finally showed up.

"Oi look! You caught him ma'am!" said a guard named Steve.

"Oh, um, w-why yes!" Adina barked as she frantically got off of Bard, her cheeks on fire as she brushed some snow off her dress "All part of my plan obviously!"

Bard winced as he tried to sit up "Hey, listen to me-"

He didn't finish that sentence as Steve smacked Bard right on the head with his baton, knocking him out cold.