Smoke billowed from a gaping hole in the school; as grim roared around. She raised her riding crop with huffing as she used what strength she had left to fight and rebuild the school. Glynda exhaled as she turned to the broken road, pointing her riding crop with a shaky arm the street rumbled as pieces came together. She lowered her arm. The work was never-ending; whatever she fixed was soon broken. When something tells her to look up, a massive beringel slams its fist into the ground.

Glynda raised her arm, firing two bolts of purple energy. The Grimm blocked her attacks. She was losing the drive to fight. It roared, attacking her with full force. Black spots danced across her vision, barely dodging its latest attack. She landed crocked hissing has a spasm of pain shot up her leg. Thumbelina Peach. She wore a blue leather full-body suit, covered by a white and gold vest. Below she wore a matching short white skirt exposing her thighs. Thumbelina had her hair tied up; in her hand was her weapon of choice was a bo staff and whip hybrid.

The beringel didn't hesitate to change targets slamming its fist into the ground near her. Thumbelina lunged to the side and slammed her bo staff into the creature's underbelly. The force of her attack turns it to dust; both of them look at each other. Glynda sucked her teeth pain spasmed from her lower hip, radiating up her body. Thumbelina took notice.

Before Thumbelina could ask, Glynda is quick to reassure her. She watched as the appointed headmaster of a destroyed school made her way down the streets of a once busy kingdom, turned ghost town. She lowered her weapon, almost on the brink of tears. Arthur Thumb was her son no older than six was supposed to come here and see his first festival instead. The 40th vytal festival went up in flames. Port and Oobleck were still evacuating amity with the general.

"Professor, Peach." Iris Marilla. A 2nd-year noticed the teacher. Iris was her favorite student.

"I can't find my team!" She shouts; her high voice cracks as she chokes back sobs.

Thumbelina could assume the worst, but she did. She was a part of team COIL, led by her boyfriend, Castor Bacchus. The teacher put a reassuring hand against her shoulder.

She wanted to say encouraging words but choked on air. Iris looks up Thumblina's expression tells it all. Nobody knows what's going on or who survived the fall.

"Go to the docks. Someone can help you, Iris," she responds. Iris bites back plea but looks at Thumbelina and leaves. Once again, she's alone. She whispers. "I'm sorry."

The shattered moon hung hazily beneath blazing stars. Guilt was eating and pestering him while a fire burned in his mind and throat. He had no words: this was his fault. Bringing his military here made things worse. That's when he realized his hands were trembling. James stopped everything from the last 3 hours hit him at once; he could feel the needle and thread drop from his shaking hands as his stomach did flips.

There was a sharp knock at his door; he jumped.

"Come in!" he shouts.

She enters slowly; James tries to steady his still trembling hands. He watched as she took a seat next to him. Her once bright blouse was now dingy with tears ran down the sleeves and, she had ditched the heels.

"your heart was in the right place," she assures him. The statement catches him off guard; he chokes back a pitiful sob.

"Was it really," he puts a hand to his chest rubbing, the thin metal line that ran down his torso.

She grabs his hand and rubs her finger across his knuckles. They now look at each other. He closes his eyes leaning, in for a kiss. It was the sweetness of passion; a million thoughts ran through his head as he melted into the kiss. She huffs as they break apart, eyes still locked onto each other.

With his arms about her neck and a leg over her belly, he breathes softly. She manages to slip out of grasp wrapping, his arms around a pillow. He knew she was in the bathroom by just looking under the door and noticing the soft yellow light emitting from inside. A muffled ache pulsated in his chest, causing him discomfort. The bathroom door opened; she had changed. Glynda entered the room wearing a purple long sleeve shirt with her logo in black on the front. She tied her hair into a messy high bun.

"How are you feeling?" He asks, putting a hand on her shoulder.

The sun was barely rising as her ship enter Vale air space. Her once lively crew was now silent as they took in the gut retching sights; buildings caved in on themselves. Aspen ship sails slowly through the fog-ridden sky. She had her hands behind her back, still lost for words at the carnage below.

"Set up a perimeter. I'll find the general. " Winter said

She was quick to start handing out orders. The captain of the ship looked at her from her post. She cleared her throat. She watched as Winter tensed before turning to her.

"What she said." Aspen chuckles, turning back to the view ahead.