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It's been a while, hasn't it? Four months, if I'm not mistaken. Definitely far too long to make all you lovely people wait! Sadly, this isn't a Super Bomb, but it is a celebration update for the New Years! That's right! I'm officially in 2018 now, and man, I'm really hoping this year will be better than last. A lot of you know that I've had lots of family drama (divorce, babies etc.), work, education, and other aspects that have put a lot of stress on myself. You amazing and patient people have stood by me though, and I can't thank you enough for all your kind messages and words, it warms my heart every time I see one of you have reviewed!
And so, my new year resolution is to get better at time management and finish everything I never finished in 2017, including these stories! Obviously, that doesn't mean all of them will be ending this year, but it means I'll be working my hardest to update more frequently! You're all such lovely people, and you deserve this story to be updated damnit! XD
So yeah, I'm going to work as hard as I can, and I really hope this chapter can live up to the wait. I think you're going to like it!
I won't hold you back any longer, go, go! Enjoy, hope you had a merry Christmas, Happy New Year, and as always, may the force be with you, always!
-Superherotiger
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And also, as a quick side note, Q/A's and Reactions have now been renamed to: Tiger Talks
Thank you so much for all your suggestions everyone, and my two favourites were definitely 'Notes to my Spectres' by Jedi Jelsa, and 'Surveying the damage with Supey' by Midnight Luna. Thank you guys so much, I loved them both! And maybe just for this story I'll make it Notes to my Spectres, just because I love it so much!
Alright, that's what I'm doing now! Notes to my Spectres for the Light in the Dark, and Tiger Talks for the other stories! Perfect! Now let's get to it!
Notes with my Spectres
Guest101- Yeah, Legacy is one of my favourite episodes too! The hug man, it hits me deep every time! XD And don't worry, I won't spoil it for you! :D I'm so glad you enjoyed last chapter, and hopefully this chapter will be just as entertaining! At least I hope so ;D Enjoy, and thanks for al your kind words!
Guest- *Laughs nervously* Yeah, about that Super Bomb… I'm really sorry but because I'm updating three of my stories now, it's actually going to push back the Super Bomb even further than before. I'm so sorry! It's just I didn't want to leave you guys hanging for so long, so I thought I'd give you all some updates before the New Year. I hope you enjoy the new chapters though, and maybe they can fill the time until the Super Bomb is ready. Thanks so much for all your support, and that's all good, I was wanting to bring them back for a while now!
Guest- Ooo, yes! I love that idea! I'll definitely have to sprinkle bits of that around throughout the chapters! And you're welcome, I'm just glad I have awesome readers like you who support me! :D
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Guest- It's pretty exciting isn't it! Don't worry, all will be revealed in due time. And that's all good, I'm so glad you enjoyed last chapter!
Coral Iturbe- ¡Eso es tan cool! Entonces todo estaba fresco en tu mente cuando leíste el nuevo capítulo, ¡qué alucinante! Lamento que haya tardado cuatro meses en actualizar, ¡pero creo que realmente te encantará este capítulo! Y sí, ¡definitivamente las cosas se intensifican aquí dentro! Espera hasta tres capítulos a partir de ahora, quiero decir ... ¿quién sabe qué pasará? ;D
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Zeb's POV
"It's about time we had another Stitching Ceremony!" Byte exclaimed happily, one of the few times I saw genuine excitement in his usually grim expression.
"Yeah, the recruits have been taking a lot of time, but I'm glad they're finally ready," Tails said with a smile, before adding sarcastically "Kriff knows I'm not teaching them any longer."
"Aw, surely they're not that bad fox," Max teased as he straightened the creases from his cloak.
"Oooh, that's rich coming from the guy that doesn't mentor anyone," she replied sharply, though her words were only meant in a humorous spirit.
Max simply shrugged, a sly grin on his face. "I teach them when they first arrive pal," he mocked. "Don't even try."
And just before the two could continue their bickering Hawk stepped forward and spoke "A-Anyways, they're doin' well, and they're all ready for initiation."
"Yeah, did you see that Kara kid?" Byte mused, helping his friend divert the conversation. "I'm sure Christof's pleased with his new member."
"Oh, very much so!" Hawk nodded, a wide, toothy grin lining his lips. "H-He's just glad anyone's joining the buskers at all!"
With a small, amused smile, Ezra finally interjected. "Alright guys, we should probably get ready. Can't keep them waiting forever now, can we?"
"Phantom's right, we haven't even gotten the marks yet!" Tails exclaimed in sudden panic. Racing to the other side of the room she began rummaging through different containers of papers, while Hawk and Byte joined her eagerly.
Not a few moments later, and the three had retrieved a worn down box from deep within the crates. They quickly passed it to Ezra, and as the boy pulled the lid open, I could see a variety of different felt symbols and sewing needles inside. The soft, fabric shapes were of all different colours and meanings, many of which I was able to pin to specific factions.
Paw prints for the Wolf Pack. Vulture heads for the Vulture Squad. A bushy, orange tail for the Fox Crew. Wind for the Scouts. A musical note for the Buskers.
But there were a few I didn't recognise. There were far less of them than the others, the colour faded from the fabric and the edges fraying and worn. I was able to make out the shapes of a racoon's head, a hyena's grinning face, and a graceful swan with its wings outstretched.
But before I could ponder any longer on the mysterious symbols Ezra shut the lid, seemingly satisfied with what he saw.
"Perfect," he said, nodding sternly over at the three. "You guys take this and get prepared. I just need to speak to the Ghoul for a moment." They all bowed their heads in understanding as Tails reclaimed the box and left the room with Byte and Hawk on either side. They strode with a certain air of confidence surrounding them, as if all the troubles and doubts they were facing had been temporarily pushed from their minds.
At first I wondered if I was supposed to leave the room too as Ezra seemed to be wanting a talk with Max, but I figured he would have asked me to leave if that were so.
Glancing back over at Ezra once the door had slid shut, I realised his eyes were fixed on the papers in front of him. His brow was creased in a deep, concerning frown, his normally electric blue orbs static and cold.
But Max, being the observant second-in-command he was noticed immediately. "What's on your mind?" He asked, his tone gentle and encouraging.
At his friend's words Ezra visibly relaxed, his eyes fluttering shut as he released a long sigh. "I can't believe they were going to take you..." He muttered weakly.
"Well, you and I both knew this day would come eventually," Max reasoned. "It was only a matter of time before they figured out about me."
"Yeah, but it's only since Kanan..." Ezra trailed off absently, shifting his gaze to the floor.
Max stepped over to the teen and placed his hand on his shoulder, quipping "Come on, you know there's nothing you could have done."
Ezra whipped his head up, eyes wide with alarm as he barked "And what if I hadn't seen these papers?! What if they had caught you at the ambush?!"
"Oh come on kid," Max smirked, rolling his eyes exasperatedly. "You're always so concerned with the 'ifs'. It doesn't matter what could have happened, it's what did!" Ezra paused at his friend's words, and suddenly, it was as if the strong, confident Phantom had melted away. I realised that when standing beside his loyal guardian the roles of power were easily reversed. The Phantom gave the orders to the Ghoul, no doubt about that, but it was surely Max who had the finally say in decisions concerning Ezra and his life.
"I... I-I just don't know if I'd be able to live with myself if they got you..." Ezra admitted softly. "Or if they took you to... To..." He hesitated, as if the words alone were thorns scratching against his throat.
But clearly, whatever he was referring to Max was able to understand instantly as he gently twisted the boy to face him and replied warmly "Hey now, no need to think like that."
"But they could have-"
"Even if they had tried the ambush without us knowing, we send enough scouts ahead to make sure an attack like that never happens," Max stated confidently. "There's no way they could have gotten away with it."
Ezra's lip tilted in an unconvinced frown, his gaze clouded with guilt. But Max wasn't having any of it today.
"Hey now, who's survived eight years on the streets?" He quipped in a teasing manner.
Ezra managed to hold his serious expression for only a second, before he rolled his eyes exasperatedly. "Us," he replied with a smirk.
"And which Spirit has never been caught by the cops?" Max continued.
Ezra scoffed, retorting "Me!"
"And who managed to weasel his way out when he was caught by the cops?" The older boy finished with a sly grin on his face.
Ezra released a soft chuckle, an unseen weight lifting off his shoulders. "You," he answered, his eyes electric once more.
Finally satisfied, Max smiled warmly and rested his hands on the boy's shoulders. Ocean blue orbs stared into aquamarine, and within seconds, the confidence that surged through the Phantom had returned to Ezra's posture.
"Thank you," the boy said with a genuine smile. "You always know how to make me feel better Max."
"Don't mention it kid. But," the teen smirked, ruffling Ezra's hair fiercely. "If I see another sad face at the Stitching Ceremony I'll personally come over and rip it off!"
Ezra released a cross between a laugh and a growl as he smacked Max's hand away, snickering "Alright, alright! I get the picture."
"Good," Max smiled, composing himself again as he carefully combed his scruff of hair. "Now, is there anything else on your mind?"
Ezra perked up, replying swiftly "Yes, actually. I need you arrange a Star Gaze for three days from now, and I'll need you to attend it."
Max tilted his head in confusion, probing "Um... Sure, but why? The Star Gaze is just for some music and fun in the alleys."
"I have a plan..." Ezra explained gently. "It's about my friend, Sabine."
The mention of my foster sister immediately caught my attention, causing me to step forward and quiz "Why? What's wrong with Sabine?"
The boy levelled his electric gaze with mine, folding his arms calmly as he spoke "Surely you've seen how she's acting? She's not her usual self."
My brow creased as I thought back through the past few days, and the more I thought, the more I realised I hadn't seen the girl lately. She'd been locking herself in her room a lot, her reason being she needed peace and quiet for her creativity to flow. I didn't think much of it at the time, especially considering that at meal times she was her bright, bubbly self as always. But remembering how she acted earlier today, I could understand where he was coming from.
Not wanting to jump to conclusions though, I pried cautiously "What if she's just stressed with her schoolwork and stuff?"
Ezra closed his eyes thoughtfully as he replied "No, no, it's bigger than that… There's something else. I see it when I look into her eyes, I just... I just can't tell what..."
I sighed and shook my head in disapproval. "What if you're just overthinkin' it?"
"Trust me Zeb," he spoke, his words firm and secure. "I've been reading faces for many years. And every time I see Sabine's face, all I can find is sadness."
Arching my brow, I shot the boy an unconvinced expression. There didn't seem much evidence to his claim. Sabine could've been behaving off over a dozen things, like social drama, or her workload, or heck it could even just be that time of month! I didn't know, but what I did know was that whatever was going on in her head she wasn't willing to share.
But inhaling sharply, I also allowed for Ezra's innate ability to connect with others. If he saw a hidden pain in Sabine, after experiencing hell and back himself, then his words did hold some weight. Giving the kid the benefit of the doubt, I asked softly "If you're right, an' there is something off with her, what do ya propose to do about it?"
Those blue eyes opened once more, as clear and focused as I'd seen in a long time. "I have a hunch Sabine has more feelings than she's willing to admit about the adoption," he stated in a level and calculated tone. "And if that's so, I want to give her an option."
"An option of what?" I asked curiously.
He glanced up at me, the intelligent stare of the Phantom melded with the warm sympathy of Ezra Bridger. "If she's truly happy about the adoption, it will simply be a fun night out as goodbye," he answered calmly.
"And if she's not happy?" I pried, almost nervous to find the answer.
He paused for a tense moment, before stating softly "I'll give her an offer she can't refuse..."
My shoulders tensed anxiously as I let his ominous words sink in. Some part in the back of my mind could already guess what he was talking about, but before I could even mutter a word another wave of excited cries roared from outside.
"Well, we'll have to discuss this later," Max said almost regretfully as he inclined his head towards us both. But trying to lighten the sombre mood, he added mockingly "I think they'll break down the door with pitchforks and torches if we make them wait any longer!"
"Max is right, we'll sort out the details later," Ezra nodded, shooting me a comforting smile as he added "And don't worry about Sabine, Zeb. I've got it all under control."
Sighing, I rolled my eyes and replied sarcastically "I don't think I get much of a choice anyway, do I?"
He simply scoffed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Look who's finally learning," he snickered. I smirked light-heartedly, before the boy gestured to his friend and said "Why don't you and Max head out first. I'll be there in a second, I just have to grab something."
Inclining his head towards his second in command, Max nodded sharply and began heading for the door. "C'mon Hotshot," he called over his shoulder, waving his hand nonchalantly.
I hesitated slightly, exchanging glances with Ezra as he pulled that midnight black hood over his face again. His features now shadowed, all that could be seen were those vibrant blue eyes, stoic and unreadable. But at my scepticism, his expression lightened, nodding once as encouragement. Understanding that he was wanting me to leave, I nodded briefly in return and walked towards Max. The boy greeted me with a warm smile and slung his good arm over my shoulder. His other shoulder, the one that had been dislocated by Kallus, had been freed from it's sling and merely remained wrapped in a bandage. Max had explained to me that it was healing and the sling was no longer necessary, but still, the boy was so stubborn I wouldn't be surprised if he was just saying that to hide the pain.
But shooting me a devious glare, he exclaimed "Cheer up mate! Today's a day of celebration! Where's your enthusiasm?"
I chuckled lightly, shaking my head as we headed out of the control room. "Forgive me, but I never thought a street gang would have ceremonies and stuff," I reasoned to the spirit.
"Well of course!" Max exclaimed with pride. "We're a very honourable bunch you know?"
"Ha! Whatever you say Scoundrel," I teased, giving him a friendly punch to the shoulder.
He took it easily, absorbing the hit like a sponge before slyly returning the punch back to me. We snickered like brothers who were up to mischief, before Max's expression softened into one of compassion and sympathy. "You know, I don't have a faction like the others do," he started, his tone as warm as the summer breeze. "But, whenever I see the spectres out there, I couldn't be more proud of 'em."
Smiling at his glowing pride, I asked curiously "So I guess it's pretty important to get into a faction, huh?"
"Oh yeah," Max answered, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with excitement. "It's certainly not as vital as a Cloaking Ceremony, but it's a special moment for someone when a Founder takes them under their wing."
"How come you don't have a faction?" I asked as we approached the outer door.
Max shrugged sheepishly, replying "Never saw the need. The other six Founders were enough to cover all bases in my opinion."
I began nodding my head in understanding, until his words fully processed, and I felt my skin go cold. Did he say six Founders? But, there was only Byte, Hawk and Tails that had a faction... Unless...
I glanced up at the teen, his eyes suddenly hollow as he stared at the door with a stale expression. His face was blank, distant. As if he was watching a memory as vivid as the sun itself.
His eyes flickered to mine, a deep sorrow welling in his shimmering aquamarine orbs. Noticing my gaze, he mustered a weak yet, genuine smile. "No sad faces Hotshot," he teased softly. "After all, it's time to celebrate…"
And before I could even collect my thoughts Max's brief moment of vulnerability faded, pulling his shoulders back with a sharp inhale and lifting his chin with pride. He gripped onto the thin, fraying fabric that acted as a door and swiftly stepped through, causing me to stumble after him in a confused, clumsy mess. I ran through the entrance way, my vision immediately consumed with sunlight as I raised my arms to shield my eyes.
And as I began allowing my vision to adjust I was suddenly bombarded by on onslaught of ecstatic cries and joyful screams. I pulled my arm away from my face, before blinking in awe at the sight before me.
People of all ages, young and old, big and small, Spirits and Spectres, were all lined around the clearing of Safe Haven. The air was buzzing with electricity as the crowds cheered forcefully at the sight of their second in command who strolled confidently towards the centre of the circle. Surrounding the clearing, rows of figures -some familiar, other not so much- watched on in anticipation with wide, awestruck gazes. There were even scouts perched in the windowsills of the neighbouring skyscrapers, gazing down at the gathering with keen, unblinking eyes. I had never witnessed such excitement and energy within Safe Haven before.
Absorbing the joyful waves that rippled throughout the space, I shifted my gaze to the Ghoul as he greeted the other Founders in the centre of the clearing. All except Max had lowered their hoods, allowing the dimmed sunlight to brighten their features. And then, after Max had briefly talked with the other three, the Spirit began strolling around the edge of the crowd, his piercing eyes trailing each figured who watched the scene carefully. Before long the cheers had died down to soft murmurs, until finally fading away like a flame extinguished by the winter breeze. All were entranced by their Founder's unreadable stare.
Max eventually stopped, his hands held behind his back as he glanced around at the ranks one final time.
"So," he said, his voice firm and loud. Anxiously, the audience stilled. The silence that ensued was agonising, the atmosphere as tense as a bowstring ready to be released.
His eyes lingered on the crowd for a moment longer, before his posture slacked and he called out with an amused chuckle "Who's ready for a Stitching Ceremony?!"
The crowd burst out in triumph once more, their cries twice as loud and powerful as before. I glanced around in awe, amazed at how optimistic the Spirits were in a world where the odds were so often against them. But it was only when I felt a hand rest on my shoulder that I realised why the crowd was so ecstatic. Glancing to my side I levelled with gaze with Ezra's gleaming, blue eyes, his expression brimming with pride.
"Pretty neat huh?" he smiled, the sunlight hitting the tan skin usually concealed beneath his shadowy veil.
I nodded my head slowly as my eyes took in the magnificent sight once more, a strange mixture of excitement, anticipation and bewilderment filling my senses. "Yeah…" I replied, my voice merely an awestruck murmur. "It's… amazing…"
Ezra patted my arm encouragingly as he strolled towards the other Founders, but not before adding cheerily over his shoulder "Get ready then. We're just getting started."
I watched as the Phantom walked confidently towards his Founders, the crowd roaring from all sides as he briefly greeted the four figures. Byte, Hawk, Tails and even the Ghoul himself lowered their heads in respect for their leader, a show of undying loyalty and trust in the figure who defined the Spirits as an organisation. Ezra, seeming a little bashful at their display of allegiance, rubbed the back of his neck and murmured something to them in a meek tone.
The four rose at his words, their expressions bright and ecstatic as they lightly conversed with one another. Glancing at Ezra's hand, I realised he was holding what looked like a brown, cloth parcel, which he gave to Max with a sharp nod. The Ghoul took the parcel in his hands and signalled for the others to step back as the Phantom turned to face the crowd.
The audience was buzzing with excitement, their faces wide with smiles and the children barely able to contain themselves from running forward to greet him. The warmth and compassion that radiated from the Spirits could almost snuff out the icy, unforgiving breeze that had found it's way through the abandoned maze of streets. Winter would be merciless this year, I could tell. But the electricity that pulsed throughout Safe Haven was almost enough to make you forget the chill, if only for a moment.
"Well, well, well," the Phantom began with a chuckle, gazing over his ranks proudly. "I hope you all haven't gotten into too much trouble while I've been gone?"
Amused snickering arose from the crowd, Byte's faction the rowdiest as they whispered to one another in mischievous, hushed tones. Ezra's smile only brightened though, walking casually around the circle to get a full view of the gathering. "A little Ghoul also told me you took down a grocery truck, hm?" he pried warmly, causing the factions to burst out in a victory cry. Even the Fox Crew murmured a small cheer at their successful.
The Phantom paused in front of the Wolf Pack, exclaiming "I wish I could have been there. I can only imagine how amazing you all were in action!"
The factions applauded, with someone within the sea of people even calling out "Ya should have seen the look on those cops faces Sir!"
"Yeah, they were no match for us!" a Vulture cried out.
Wise, blue eyes gazed upon the Spectres as they continued to retell the story of their mighty heist, describing the dumfound look of the truck drivers and the polices' inability to outrun their lightning fast reflexes. Even when the mention of the two officers that had caught Max were brought up, the Scouts chimed in and exclaimed their valiant attempts to dodge the mad-man with a gun. Two Scouts were being praised the most, a young girl with light-brown hair, and an older boy, maybe 16-17 years old, who appeared to be the girl's older brother. And while the girl had a wide grin plastered to her face, the boy was far more sheepish to the attention, lowering his head in an attempt to let his scruffy mop of hair hide his blushing cheeks. But when the boy's hazel eyes caught the gaze of the Ghoul who watched him from the centre of the clearing, the Founder gave him a sharp, grateful nod, his expression unreadable under the hood. The boy seemed surprised at first, before his expression softened, and he lowered his head in a small, understanding bow.
Once the Spectres had finished they're story time, Ezra merely chuckled and gave them all an approving smile. "Thank you, all of you," he called, his voice brimming with authority. "What would we do without you brave souls?"
"Not much!" someone replied teasingly. The crowd laughed in response, even pushing a light-hearted snicker from the four Founders who watched the events with amused expressions.
Once the laughter had died down enough, Ezra paced towards the centre of the clearing, asking warmly "And speaking of bravery, is it true that a few of you have shown some impressive skills lately?"
At his words the humorous atmosphere immediately shifted to that tense excitement again. The Spectres more so than the Spirits cried out in reply this time, the Founders raising their heads confidently as each respective faction voiced their enthusiasm. The Wolf Pack released a mighty howl to the air, while the Vulture Squad and its sub-faction the Scouts all whistled in harmony. The Fox Crew was much quieter than the other two, but none the less called out in delight.
The Phantom's crystal-clear gaze trailed over the many faces in the crowd, as if he were reading the souls of every single Spirit and Spectre present. "My Founders believe some of you are ready to join their faction," he stated as he took his place at the centre of the circle, his hands held regally behind his back. "If that's so, please, step forward."
There was only one person who ran forward immediately, bursting through the edge of the crowd like a jack-in-the-box. The boy had to dig his heels into the concrete so not to bowl over the Phantom, skidding to a halt just before his leader and gazing up at him with wide, sky blue eyes. His hair was dishevelled and knotted, dirt and grime concealing the fine blonde strands and dirty pale skin clinging onto his small, bony frame. But despite his scrawny appearance, his arm muscles were well defined, and he was obviously extremely nimble from the fact he made it from the crowd to Ezra in lower than two seconds.
No doubt he would be a strong fighter in battle, with that wild glint in his eyes and an equally dangerous teenage energy. He must have only been about fourteen years old, definitely one of the younger Spectres that I'd seen, considering that Ezra had strict rules on the ages of his ranks. Ezra, knowing that the Spectres were at the most risk of danger on the front lines, had made it clear that no one under thirteen years old could even become a Spectre, let alone accepted into a faction. They could train all they wished as a Spirit until Ezra deemed them ready for the streets.
It often amazed me how organised the Spirits were when it came to their people. I could tell they weren't playing any games when it came to the safety of the Spirits, with firm rules, codes, boundaries, signals, and an intense trial period before one could even consider becoming a Spirit, Ezra and Max had ensured a supportive, loyal environment that their Spirits could flourish in.
And it was obviously effective as the young, enthusiastic boy had held onto a childhood and innocence that the unforgiving streets often stole. Something that had been ripped from many of the other members, and certainly from the hands of the Founders that guided them.
His eyes were sparkling with hope, standing at attention as if ready to take on whatever the world dared to throw in his path.
Ezra smiled warmly at the boy, giving his shoulder a soft, reassuring squeeze and gesturing for him to join the Founders. The boy nodded sharply and practically leapt towards Byte, barely managing to catch himself in front of the stern, intimidating male. The older boy shook his head with a sarcastic roll of his eyes, grabbing the recruit's shoulders and twisting him around sharply. The boy let out a nervous chuckle, almost breaking his neck to gaze up into Byte's displeased glare. But the leader couldn't hold his frown forever, his expression slowly melting into a light-hearted smirk. The boy had obviously been training to get into the Wolf Pack, and hence, had been trained by Byte himself.
Now that the first recruit had stepped up, the others were finally spurred forward, a few slinking out of the crowd anxiously. Two boys approached next, one striding with an obviously fabricated confidence towards the Phantom, and the other pacing closer with surprising speed. The cocky boy reached Ezra first, but his façade suddenly falling away, he was unable to decide whether a handshake or a bow would be more appropriate, instead freezing like a deer in the headlights.
Ezra simply chuckled, patting the teen's shoulder and murmuring words of encouragement to the recruit. After a grateful nod from the boy, the Phantom gestured for him to join the Founders. He too went and stood in front of Byte, making the first boy look even more out of place next to his tall, bulky figure.
The second boy approached next, light on his feet and surprisingly stealthy as he took his place in front of the Phantom. He seemed sheepish at first, but obviously comfortable around his leader, the boy quickly embraced him in a tight hug, which Ezra immediately returned.
After releasing, Ezra shot him a smile and gestured towards the others. He, like I had suspected due to his speed, took his place in front of Hawk, who gave the recruit a reassuring nudge. With those light feet of his he'd be able to scale buildings and travel rooftops with ease, making him a perfect Scout Spectre.
A girl and boy came next, both of which gave the Phantom a respectful bow upon greeting, and later took their place beside Hawk's first recruit. Next there was a small, young boy, maybe thirteen years old, with oil splatters and grease stains marking his oversized shirt. His hair was a mess, sticking up at all ends and frizzing like a ball of untamed fluff. And while all the Spirits were dirty due to their circumstances, this Spirit was particularly filthy.
The boy obviously knew this though, pacing towards the Phantom with his head held low in embarrassment. When he stood in front of his leader, he began sputtering apologies, the only part I could hear being "I-I'm so sorry Sir, I should've cleaned myself up before the ceremony, I must smell like a dead rat…"
But Ezra shook his head in disbelief, placing both his hands on the boy's shoulders and replying warmly "No dead rats here Michael. All I smell is hard work, and all I see is one genius little mechanic."
The boy, Michael, immediately perked up, his back straitening in confidence. Ezra smiled, ruffling his oily hair and adding "That's more like it. And remember, today is your day."
Renewed with energy, the boy eagerly took his place at Tail's side, his expression one of pride instead of shame. The girl immediately greeted him with a hug, not even bothered by the oil that smeared over her vest.
My attention was captured by the crowd as murmurs and whispers began to break the silence. The Founders were not oblivious to this though, and as Ezra began shifting his gaze through the audience I could tell there was someone who hadn't showed. I glanced around curiously, before walking over towards the closest Spirit I recognised, a Wolf Pack boy who merely went by the name Torch due to his fiery bright-red hair. Tapping on his shoulder to get his attention, I asked softly "What's going on?"
"Oh, hey Zeb," he replied, his eyes still glued to the centre of the clearing as a new figure approached the Phantom. "There's a recruit that hasn't showed. She was supposed to join the Spirit Buskers, but rumour has it she's got a keen eye for justice and'll… uh… let's just say, she's not of afraid of jumpin' into a fight."
"Oh, gotcha," I spoke, watching as a figure I now realised was Christof, the leader of the sub-faction the Spirit Buskers, began nervously speaking with Ezra. Turning back to Torch, I quizzed "You think she got into trouble?"
He merely scoffed, saying light-heartedly "I wouldn't be surprised. She's got quite a punch when you get on her bad side."
"Ooh, like tryin' tah touch her violin mate?" a fellow Wolf Pack member snickered from beside him.
Torch rolled his eyes, snapping "I just wanted to see if the bow would actually work as like, you know, a bow'n arrow!"
The guy beside him snickered in amusement, leaning towards me and whispering "He's gotta crush on 'er."
"I do not!" he protested swiftly, the sun making his hair flare like an enraged wildfire.
The boy only chuckled, and I joined along in the laughter this time. They definitely were an interesting bunch, but to be honest, I wouldn't want it any other way.
The Spirits suddenly quietened though as a cloaked, sleek figure scrambled through the crowd, before emerging from the edge of the clearing and glancing around tensely. Her cheeks immediately burnt red as she bashfully found herself running towards the Phantom and her mentor Christof, obviously just realising the amplified attention she had gathered.
She skidded to a halt in front of the two, the audience watching curiously as she refused to levelled gazes with either of them. Though I couldn't hear too clearly, I heard Christof murmur something along the lines of "Where have you been?" and "Did you get yourself hurt again?"
"S-Sorry Christof… Phantom, Sir," she stuttered, rubbing her arm and keeping her eyes fixed to the concrete. "There was uh… a kid w-who almost tried to steal from the fruit store on twelfth street, and I was just tryin' to warn him that the owner wouldn't play games and then, um…"
"Let me guess, the owner thought you were stealing the fruit instead of the kid?" the Phantom probed, though his tone was one of amusement and not anger.
The girl hesitated for a second, before nodding her head solemnly.
Christof sighed and shook his head, while Ezra's gaze softened and he asked "Are you hurt?"
She glanced up, finally exchanging gazes for the first time since arriving, and answering timidly "No, no, I-I'm fine. Just a few bumps and scratches, that's all."
He paused and quickly gazed over the recruit, before nodding his head once with a comforting smile. "Glad to hear Kara. Come on then, it's time for the ceremony to start," he said, gesturing for the two to join the Founders.
Kara seemed puzzled, prying "You're… You're not mad?"
"Don't worry about it," Ezra replied warmly, explaining "I know you were only trying to help."
Kara straightened and gave the Phantom a quiet thank you before walking over to join the other recruits, Christof in tow. Once they were all in position, the Founders and Christof in one row and the recruits lined up in front of them, the crowd shifted in anticipation as things started to ramp up.
Tails passed Ezra the box I'd seen from earlier, and holding the wooden container carefully in his hands, the Phantom glanced up and addressed the Spirits as a whole. "Today, my brothers and sisters, we will celebrate the initiation and acceptance of seven of our Spectres into factions," he begun, his voice echoing off the vacant buildings surrounding Safe Haven. "Each of these Spectres have shown outstanding skills, enough so that our Founders have overseen their training personally, and wish for them to join their faction."
A few cheers and Whoop!'s sounded from the crowd, but a majority stayed silent, eager to hear more.
"Today, we will celebrate these gifts, and give these Spectres their marks," the Phantom continued, opening the lid to the box.
Max took his position beside Ezra as he stepped towards Byte and his two recruits. Electric blue eyes focused on the first boy, the one that had been the first to step, or more precisely run forward once called.
"Eli," he spoke, his voice overflowing with a sense of importance and power. "You have shown great determination in your training, working relentlessly from before you were even a Spectre to be ready for the day you could be initiated. I have personally seen your strength and agility throughout past missions, and the Spirits and I cannot thank you enough for the energy you have used to help our cause."
You could practically feel the electricity pulsing off the young boy, his eyes slightly glossy as he nodded his head slowly, too dumbfound to speak. Ezra smiled lightly, continuing "Now, I present to you the mark of the Wolf Pack. Byte will stitch this symbol to your cloak, and hence, stitch you closer to your fellow Spectres in arms." The Phantom delicately pulled one of the paw print felt symbols from the box, handing both it and a sewing needle with string to Byte. As the Faction leader began to clumsily sew the felt to the fabric of Eli's cloak, Ezra's spoke "Wear this mark with pride, Eli. Your strength and courage are invaluable, as are you to us, and now, your new pack."
The Wolf Pack howled, almost deafening to my ear considering how close I was to the group. But Eli took the praise willingly, standing tall and strong as Byte finished the last stitch, breaking the thread with his sharp, pointed teeth.
Once the crowd died down from their excitement, Ezra continued to the next recruit, describing his growing confidence and vital acceptance of teamwork. The boy too was awarded a paw-print symbol, which Byte sewed to his shoulder followed by another collective round of applause from the faction.
Next, he proceeded to Hawk's recruits. The first boy he mentioned, a Spectre named Crow, was close to bearing tears the moment Ezra's eyes paused on him. The Phantom commended Crow's improvement from the first day he'd arrived five years ago, after surviving a violent assault from Imperials that weakened him greatly, but still managing to pull through stronger than before. Ezra's tone was far gentler with this Spectre, explaining how proud he was to see such a brave and resilient man such as Crow among his ranks. He was gifted a wind mark, the symbol of the Scouts, which Hawk proudly sewed to his cloak with shaky hands.
The Vulture Squad and the Scouts collectively called out in joy, some of the Scouts even whistling to amplify their excitement.
Next, a boy and girl were praised for their swiftness in battle and quick, street-smart thinking, being awarded vulture-head marks, the sign of the Vulture Squad. Hawk sewed each mark on with pure joy, unable to contain the warmth he felt within at the sight of his newest recruits.
Then, Ezra moved on to Tails's one and only recruit, the young boy named Michael.
His expression lightening, Ezra began in his regal voice "Michael. You are by far one of our youngest Spectres, and yet, you have proven immense knowledge in mechanics and engineering. Your ingenuity has helped your fellow Spirits out of troublesome situations in multiple occasions, and your abilities have not gone unnoticed. And so, it is my great honour that I present you with the mark of the Fox Crew." Ezra held up the fox-tail symbol, before handing it to Tails with the sewing needle.
As Tails began to carefully stitch the felt to the small boy's cloak, Ezra stated "The Spirits are honoured to have such a great mind in our ranks. Wear your symbol with pride, Michael. You are truly special, to us, and now, your fellow Foxes."
The Fox Crew had a small cheer, as there were fewer than ten members in the group, but never the less with the same enthusiasm as the other factions had shown.
And finally, Ezra moved to stand in front of Kara, the girl that had been late to the ceremony. His eyes studied her carefully, unflinching, before his attention shifted to Christof. The boy was responsible for organising the Spirit Buskers, playing lead guitar in the band and in charge of earning as much legal money as possible before the Spirits would resort to stealing. Though he had all the responsibilities of a Founder for his sub-faction, he was widely considered separate from the Spirit Founders. I'd tried asking around, but not many wished to elaborate on the topic, merely stating that you could only be a Founder if you had actually started the group, not inherited it. I'd never had the chance to wonder what they'd meant by that though.
"Kara," Ezra begun, his voice warm and gentle. "You showed your talents from the day you joined the Spirits, as powerful with your fists as you are with your music. You can be brash, impulsive, yes, but who among us isn't to some degree?"
The crowd murmured a muted agreement, some nodding their heads while others released nervous chuckles.
Kara seemed bashful at her leader's words, before Ezra continued fondly "You have an eye for justice, Kara. You should be proud of that. In a lot of ways, you remind me of myself when I first started the Spirits."
Delight swelled in the girl's chest, holding her chin high with a sense of honour and purpose. "Thank you, Sir," she replied with a bow of respect.
Ezra smiled and reached into the small wooden box, stating "Kara, I present to you the mark of the Spirit Buskers. Christof will bind this mark to your shoulder, and people will stand in awe of the harmony you create with your fellow musicians." Handing Christof a musical-note shaped symbol, he began to sew the felt on to her cloak as the girl struggled to hold in her bounding excitement.
"Share your music with the world, Kara," Ezra finished warmly as he handed Max the box. "The Spirits are honoured to know that talent such as yours is out there to represent our ranks. And for that, we thank you."
A cheer rose from the crowd as the last stich was sewn, and the mark had been set. The buskers played their instruments wildly in celebration of their new member, while an equally enthusiastic uproar rose from the other factions in celebration of their own newest recruits. I watched on with a smile as the recruits thanked all the Founders and returned to their factions, eager and ecstatic to finally be a part of the group.
Torch and his friend went off to greet their two recruits, while my gaze lingered on the figures standing in the centre. Christof had joined his faction along with Kara, leaving Byte, Hawk, Tails, Max and Ezra left in the clearing. The Phantom and Ghoul were speaking to each other softly and gesturing towards the parcel that remained cradled in Max's arm. With a final nod from each Founder, Byte, Hawk and Tails stepped behind their Leader and second-in-command, while Ezra took the forefront.
"Spirits!" he called, trying to gather the crowd's attention once more. After a few moments the chattering softened, all eyes returning to their leader as they waited for his next words.
"Brothers, Sisters, there is one more thing to do before we dispatch the ceremony," he stated, expression unreadable. The crowd went deadly still for a heart dropping moment, before the Phantom yelled triumphantly "We have a new Spectre to cloak!"
The Spirits all burst out into a deafening roar, at least twice as loud as when they had seen Ezra enter the clearing, and even then, it had been a struggle on the ear drums. It sounded as if a thousand trains had bulldozed throughout the once eerily quiet streets, the ground shaking slightly as Wolf Pack members stopped their feet in a fierce, rhythmic beat. Scouts whistled, Vultures cawed, Wolves howled, Foxes cheered, even the Buskers cried out in excitement. But the big difference must have been from the enormous crowd of Spirits that had pitched in to the outburst as well, doubling its volume, and forcing me to hold my hands over my ears in defence.
Their explosion of cheering and applause continued strong for a good ten seconds, before the Ghoul began signalling for them all to calm down. They did as instructed, gradually lowering their cries until there was only slight murmurs left to fill the silence.
Ezra smiled, tilting his head up to allow the sun to enlighten his features. His shimmering, crystal orbs seemed calm and pleased, and for the first time since meeting the boy, he seemed… at peace. It was a reassuring sight.
Finally, the Phantom brought his gaze back to the crowd, stating firmly "This person has proven great loyalty and compassion towards our cause, providing aid, support, and courage that we couldn't survive without. I'm sure that each of you have met him at one point or another, and for most of you, befriended him the same way I and the Founders have. He has proven to us that he is a trustworthy ally, a friend, a brother."
The audience bristled in excitement, and even I felt myself growing curious to see who this mystery candidate was. Noticing Torch at my side again, I quizzed "Who'd you think it is?"
His lime-green orbs glanced at me from the corner of his eyes, but only for a moment before they retreated back to the Phantom. "Hard to tell," he said, his tone far more meticulous and thought out than before. "But, I have a suspicion…"
"Anyone I know?" I replied softly.
Torch merely smirked, murmuring "I'd say so…"
"And because of his bravery, kindness and loyalty, the Founders and I have agreed that he is worthy of our Cloak, the official symbol of our Spectres," the Phantom announced with a majestic flick of his cape. "Please step forward…"
The Spirits all held their breath in anticipation.
"Garazeb Orrelios."
I felt my heart skip a beat or two when the name first reached my ears, and even then, I couldn't be sure I'd heard it right. Did he just say- No, no, that's impossible! Why would Ezra have called my name, it didn't make any sense! It must have been a mistake… unless…
My thoughts were cut off when I felt the gaze of many eyes boring into my skin. I glanced around the Safe Haven, and realised how all the Spirits were now focused on me, awaiting my response keenly. All I could do was stare in awe as my mind ran a thousand miles an hour, unable to understand what was happening. It was only when I shifted my focus to Ezra and the Founders that I noticed their hopeful gazes, Ezra's electric eyes following me expectantly.
That's when I realised that they weren't joking. They hadn't made a mistake. They were actually wanting me to join the Spirits….
"Well?" a voice mocked beside me, one I quickly realised was Torch as he and the other Wolves grinned at me widely. "What are you waiting for? Get in there and get cloaked Tough Guy!"
The silence now broken, others began cheering me on in encouragement, urging me to enter the circle. They clapped and whistled, those I knew even chanting my name excitedly. Their care and joy filled my chest with warmth, but my legs seemed to be frozen, too scared to move. It took Torch grabbing my shoulders and shoving me forward to begin walking, stumbling to my feet and nervously approaching the Founders. I tried not to look at the enormous crowd surrounding me, and yet I couldn't help but wave at them in gratitude, my cheeks burning like lava the further I walked.
Finally, after what seemed to take forever, I had made it to in front of Ezra, our height difference causing me to tower over the teen awkwardly. He didn't seem to care though. He simply smiled, obviously pleased with my reaction.
Rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly, I murmured "Kid, what're you doing?"
"I'm giving you a cloak, isn't that obvious," he smirked, a cocky gleam in his eyes. I could tell he enjoyed seeing me embarrassed, but turning to the Ghoul he took the cloth parcel from his hands and unfolded it before me. There, a large, brown cloak hung in the air, with a vibrant red trim and fiery orange stitching. In the sunlight, the colour flared further, reminding me of Torch's vibrant hair or the hypnotising dance of fire.
I stared at the piece in wonder, my mouth slacking open.
The Ghoul snickered at my reaction while the Phantom's gaze shifted back from happily satisfied to his stoic, calculated gaze. He slung the cloak over his arm and stood straight, gesturing for me to kneel. I hesitated at first, but a wave of encouraging thumbs-up's from the other three Founders caused me to lower myself with a sarcastic roll of my eyes.
Once leaning on my knee, almost like a knight, Ezra nodded his head softly and turned to the crowd. And though he spoke as if he were addressing me alone, he said his words loud enough for the entire crowd to hear, explaining "Zeb, throughout the few weeks you've known us, you have shown nothing but kindness towards us. You kept a secret you weren't obligated to keep. You lent us money when you had no reason to help us. And you befriended many of my Spirits, fully knowing that we had nothing other than loyalty to offer in return. And above all, you have the heart of a true Spirit within you. Anyone would be honoured to have a person such as you as their friend."
My eyes shot open in surprise. It was perhaps the most sentimental thing I'd ever heard from the boy before, his words cutting deep as I knew the Phantom was genuine with his testimonies, as he'd displayed with the other recruits.
The Phantom glanced down at the cloak in his hands carefully, treading his fingertips over the fabric with a soft touch. He seemed entranced, like he'd completely forgotten the world around him in exchange for some unseen vision. A new emotion flashed across his face, and though difficult to see due to the light, it was unmistakable. Greif.
I wondered what could have possibly caused the sudden shift. Maybe a memory, or maybe a reminder. I couldn't tell. But regardless, it had only lasted a mere moment, his eyes flickering to me as he smiled once more, concealing whatever it had been behind his thick emotional walls. And this time when Ezra spoke, his words were purely addressed to me. "You know, here, in Lothal, there are so many awful, cruel people around… that I forget ones like you exist, Zeb," he said, his voice soft and soothing. "You didn't deserve to be drawn up in all of this, and yet… somehow… I'm glad you were…"
Gazing up at the boy, I smiled lightly and replied with understanding "I'm glad too..." He inclined his head in appreciation, but as I shifted my gaze to the many eyes trailed upon me I added jokingly "But there's no need for all of this either ya know."
Ezra's gaze softened, and he explained fondly "If things had been different, and I had met you on the streets Zeb like any other Spirit, I would have invited you to join us anyway. So why wouldn't I initiate you now?"
I blinked a few times in shock, but the boy only smirked.
"Besides," he added, a mischievous tone leaking into his voice. "You're practically a Spectre anyway. I'm just making it official."
I chuckled and shook my head slowly. "Alright kid," I replied. "Whatever you say."
"And Zeb," he spoke, his voice a little more serious than before. I glanced up at him and watched as his eyes swirled with emotions. "Thank you," he finally said, lowering his head in a slight bow. "For everything… you really are as important to me as any of my Spirits or Spectres."
Smirking, I teased "Alright, no need to get all mushy kid."
He smiled a genuine, happy smile and nodded his head gratefully. Turning his attention to the crowd, he stated firmly "Zeb has shown all the qualities of a true Spectre, and so, with approval from all Founders, we have collectively agreed that Garazeb Orrelios will be officially cloaked as a Spectre!"
The crowd cheered at their leader's announcement.
Turning back to me, Ezra shot me a smile of pride and held the cloak in his hands. Max, who stood at the boy's side, shot me a subtle hand signal, gesturing for me to lower my head. I did as instructed which allowed for the Phantom to swing the light, cloth fabric over my shoulders, draping it gracefully down my back. Ezra tied the two strings around my neck to keep the cloak in place, before giving me a sharp nod, the signal for me to stand.
I rose to my feet, the bottom of my cloak swaying hypnotically in the breeze as I gently ran my hands over the fabric on my shoulder. It was coarse yet, warm, being able to defend slightly against winter's icy touch. The fire red rim shimmered in the sunlight, giving the cloak an extra bit of flare compared to the default cloaks. It wasn't exactly practical for stealth but then again, I wasn't exactly the stealthiest person anyway.
The crowd burst into a joyful cry once more, and I felt my heart soar with the sudden pride that swelled within. These people, who lived in a constant state of risk and danger, sometimes even death, had willingly accepted me into their ranks. They didn't care where I was from. They didn't care where I'd been. All they knew was that I respected them, and hence, they respected me. And seeing the entire Spirit organisation cheering and applauding for me humbled me to the core, almost bringing me to tears.
Max stepped forward with a cheerful grin on his face, flashing off his sharpened, glinting teeth. He patted my back fiercely and laughed "Now I bet you're glad you came today!"
I chuckled, replying warmly "Wouldn't've missed it for the world."
The teen smirked, his aquamarine eyes gleaming with delight. "Well then," he said, grabbing my hand and thrusting it into the air, as if presenting the champion of a fight to the crowd. With a booming voice, as clear as day, the entirety of Safe Haven sung out in harmony at the Ghoul's finishing statement.
"Welcome, the newest member of the Spectres, Hotshot Orrelios!"