Taranee drew out the rectangle Will had directed into the metal tube that would take them to the miners, and Hay Lin kept it in the air; sliding it back into position for Taranee to re-weld once everyone was in, and Will didn't hesitate to fly down where the machinery was whirring - knowing well that everyone would follow, and that the air-bound Caleb between Cornelia and Irma didn't have a choice. Almost instantly on ground, however, Caleb took the charge, and Cornelia was glad to see him smiling again; the rebel leader positively beaming as he strapped a helmet on Hay Lin, laughing at the fact that it slipped down right over her eyes until he readjusted the straps.

...

Julian Elpidah, had never been a particularly incredible being; he had always been average looking, of average strength, and it was pure luck in itself, that his average strength had stayed with him, even with his resistance slowing. Aketon had been captured; taken in. And it was then, not even one day ago, that Julian had had the chance to remember his name. To recall Aketon and the troubles with Raydon that had been left.. To think of Aldarn; the boy with wide eyes and an eager heart.. To think of the boy in the forest, who'd screamed and kicked and pushed Julian away when he'd try to help the boy - bare and afraid; left in the wilderness. Caleb had been running, when Julian had found him, and Julian could recall the hope he'd seen when he found the boy, tear-stained cheeks under the brightest green eyes, and Caleb hadn't been able to speak a word to him. He could remember every day, that Caleb would aggress; attack, because the boy didn't understand.. Caleb had learned more quickly than was natural - he'd taught himself to speak, and Aketon's son had followed him like a duck.. And then he'd made himself clear; he'd told them who he was, and shown them why the rebellion was dying out, and then he'd told Julian exactly how he felt about being saved. Caleb had only lived because Julian had found him.. And Caleb didn't want to live.

"Patéras.." The word had rung out in Julian's ears, despite it's whispered tone. Father. Emerald eyes shone from the confines of a helmet, and what could Julian do but gape as a set of stunning features smirked at him, and Caleb tapped his nose before passing, but Julian didn't miss the boy reaching behind him to clasp around the wrist of a young, foreign woman, who stumbled a little as he pulled her protectively behind him, and another three girls followed after that; only a single set of wide, brown eyes daring to venture over his features.

He felt the landslide of rocks before he saw it; the tell-tale tremor of the ground that indicated it was coming, and Julian frowned as the five, far too feminine faces rushed past as the young man picked up a pick and began working beside him. "..Caleb..?"

"We're here to save you!" The whispered words made Julian stop, to stare; momentarily transfixed on the grinning face of a young boy: Caleb was still stunning, his features perfectly chiseled, but there was something.. Humane.. About Caleb, that hadn't been there when he'd last seen the boy - perhaps his memory was too blurred; perhaps not; perhaps it was the smile itself, or the fact that for the first time, Caleb was letting himself be happy to see someone.

"It's hopeless.." Julian frowned, but his alert came in the form of nearing steps, and Julian knew from his years - how long exactly he didn't know - in the mines, that the heavy breaths and rattling of metal signified a guard, so Julian pushed the boy away from him, "Get away from me! Isn't enough that I'm shackled? Must I be disturbed by other miners?"

He didn't let himself watch then, as the boy walked past him, and Julian heard the grab. The struggle. Muffled movements, before a black cloak was thrown to the rock next to his and he whirled around to see Caleb struggling; a guard grinning as he held the boy by his slightly odd shirt's collar. "Hehe, I've got 'im!"

"Drop your pick and remove your helmet.." Julian winced, for the time in years at the growl of a guard, but Caleb complied, and Julian watched with startled confusion, as Caleb laughed and pushed the helmet in the guards direction. 'Don't do it Caleb..' Julian had seen this before, but Caleb had only ever taunted when he had a chance - that was all the boy ever needed, but he was well outnumbered.. The guard dropped his own axe to catch the helmet, and Julian had to act fast as Caleb caught the axe and charged in his direction; slicing his shackles with ease.

"Caleb!" A woman's voice cried out, and Julian didn't know where to look as another guard slashed the axe through the air, but yelped and dropped the item as it burst into flame. Julian stared as the group of women revealed themselves; a dark skinned woman wearing bright colors of purples and greens seemed to contort fire from her hands - throwing the searing red at any other weapons the guards were holding, as a brunette in much the same attire laughed lightheartedly; though she took a battle stance and grinned.

"After a sore burn, immediately apply cold water!" Julian jumped then, as a tidal wave seemed to follow her words; a third woman with long, blonde hair dropped to one knee, and seemed to physically pull at the air, before several tree trunks followed and blocked out the guards.

"Caleb, quick!" The alarm bells went off, and Julian noted that this was the woman who'd called his name; but his eyes were searching the face of the petite woman, with long dark hair who'd been so earnestly following..

Yeah, lol, couldn't help it - Julian thinking that Caleb was holding Hay Lin's hand.. :L :L

patéras - father