Vi didn't really remember swimming.
She had done it though, she knew. She had vague memories of Vander taking them to one of the few safe pools of water that had once been the mighty Pilt River. Her, Powder, Mylo, Claggor and Ekko. The full crew.
She couldn't really remember what actually happened though. She just remembered that it was a good day and she had gone swimming.
This felt something like it.
But instead of water, it was…
Air.
Wind. I'm floating.
She was.
It was a strange sensation, moving but not having your feet on the ground. Having your weight drag you down but somehow you were still up.
She tried, tentatively, to move.
She found she could barely twitch her fingers.
Once she did, it was all Pain.
She thought she knew pain. As someone whose defensive posture consisted of making sure the enemy didn't want to hit her by hitting them first (it was absolutely a valid strategy) she was more than used to taking a punch.
But this?
This felt like her body had been set on fire from the inside.
She wanted to scream.
She managed a pained, pathetic mewl.
Tears welled in her eyes, falling in little droplets.
It hurts. Please!
She didn't know who she was calling for exactly.
Vander.
Her mom.
Her veins burned like acid was her blood and now that her mind was unfortunately focused on the pain she could feel the side of her face and it was agony beyond measure.
Like a searing brand was pressed against her and roasting her cheek and eye.
Her internal screams were choked gasps.
Anyone!
There was a gust of wind.
She sucked in a cool, refreshing breath.
Suddenly the pain was gone, replaced with a cool, strangely refreshing feeling.
Tears fell again.
Tears of joy.
Of utter relief.
"...Thanks…" She breathed, suddenly exhausted, letting her limbs hang and head roll back as she continued to float in the air.
Wind blew against her face and almost like gentle hands lifted her head and carried her tears away.
After a moment's breather Vi opened her eyes.
"Whoa…"
The place she was floating in was some sort of great stone structure, grand and intricate. It was similar to the large buildings in Piltover but really only in spirit, in particular the spirit of awing anyone who looked. The design was different and felt old in a way Vi couldn't describe but she felt in full confidence was true.
It was all columns and carved granite in hues of blue, with no real walls or a roofcreating an open forum rather than an enclosed building. The floor was finely carved and seemed to show various images and figures, things Vi was a bit too muddled in the head to really decipher but she could still appreciate them as well-worked.
A fissure girl knew good stone carving when she saw it, after all.
In the middle was a raised platform of more granite, atop which was some kind of throne.
It was currently empty.
But, she supposed the most remarkable thing about it all was the fact that it was in the fucking sky because holy shit they were floating on a goddamn cloud.
"Uhm…Anyone here?" She called out.
Wind was her answer, a gentle blowing breeze that brushed her hair and ruffled her clothes.
Able to assert control of her body without it trying to burn her alive from the inside, Vi tentatively tried to stand. Whatever was compelling her to float gently let her, supporting her all the way like some kind of nurse as she found her footing on the fancy stone and felt weight for the first time since waking up.
"Thanks…again." She said vaguely to the empty throne, feeling very strange talking to literal thin air.
Wind blew again and she turned towards its source.
All around were clouds and Vi definitely felt like she was in the actual sky because holy hell there were a lot of clouds.
But nothing more than that. Certainly, nothing that could be blowing wind her way.
"Uhm…I know you've saved my life and everything but…Gonna need some pointers here, kinda lost…"
She felt another gust and it carried the sound of soft laughter, like a woman giggling.
Vi snapped her head around.
"Whoa that was…uhm…that was really freaky. And not helpful, at all."
The soft laughter died down.
But the wind blew stronger, blowing in such a way that Vi felt she had to go with it. So she did, going the way the wind blew until she approached the edge of the platform where the wind died down to just a gentle breeze.
Figuring that this was all sorts of crazy anyway, Vi looked over the edge.
Where, down below, she could see Jinx.
Her heart did interesting things.
First it leapt to her throat.
Then it set on fire.
When the wind blew and carried a chill, it stopped her shaking, not caused it.
Jinx was floating as she had been but where she was on a platform Jinx was in a cloud.
And where she was conscious, Jinx appeared to be asleep.
When the wind blew again the cloud dispersed.
To reveal…something.
She had no idea what she was looking at, but it felt uncomfortable to do so.
It was an…orb, of some kind. A large one, the size of a house. A pulsating, writhing thing that came in no colour and yet all of them at the same time, spiked all over and moved like it was organic but looked metallic with many metal bands enclosing it spinning and turning every which way.
It felt…wrong, in a way that Vi did not understand but knew to the very depths of her soul.
"What the hell am I looking at?" Vi questioned.
The wind gave no answer.
Perhaps it did not need to.
The thing was simply…wrong.
And Jinx was floating right towards it.
Vi didn't know what to think.
Jinx was her sister, the girl that could now kill with seemingly no remorse and clearly had something going wrong with her head.
Jinx was her sister, the one that had turned Caitlyn from the one caring safe haven Vi had to a furious officer that seemed more and more like the Enforcers vi knew and hated.
Jinx was her sister, the one that ruined everything that night in the warehouse.
Vi turned around and balled her fists.
Perhaps, in another time, she would have decided differently.
'You never left. I always heard you. Shadows in the streets, prickles on the back of my neck.
Your voice.
Pushing me.
Picking me up when all the colours were black'
Or perhaps not.
Vi couldn't imagine a world where Jinx wasn't her sister, for good or ill.
The wind blew a gentle breeze.
Vi turned back and dived.
Felicia caught the bundle thrown down towards her, a somewhat stuffed leather pack that jingled as it shook.
"Oof, careful there, might spill the goods." She joked.
Above her, Silco rolled his eyes and made the climb down.
Fortunately the tremors had not spread far from the lowest levels of the New Fissure which meant damage was contained and, with a bit of work, easily repairable.
The unfortunate part, because there was always an unfortunate part, was that the lower levels were where the richest veins had been discovered.
And also where Vander was almost certainly trapped along with Tash and two other surveyors.
That was probably the most important issue in all this.
The one that was causing her the most difficulty in keeping her mood up.
"We still have time." She said to Silco.
And herself.
The man looked away and nodded. "Yes."
They had brought a crew but owing to the necessities of speed and circumstance (they had no idea how extensive the damage had been at first) it was decided that she and Silco would scout ahead and make sure they were not simply leading more people to their (potential) deaths. Meanwhile, the crew would prepare and follow behind with secure safety lines, what supports they could find or fashion and heavier -powered- equipment. While they themselves did carry a pick and a shovel between them, it was much too slow to clear away anything but the lightest of rubble and speed was a factor in any rescue operation.
So that was why Felicia was carrying a somewhat stuffed leather pack that jingled when shaken.
"Blockage." She called, more out of instinct than any real need to inform the man who was just right behind her.
"Moving to clear." Silco stated with clarity as he reached into her pack. "Prep for deep burn."
He approached the rubble, lowering a gas mask. She fell back, lowering her own.
The bottle in his gloved hand was roughly the size and shape of a beer bottle with a slightly smaller neck and tinted green. Inside was a light-ish liquid with dark splotches idly floating around.
A good few feet out, Silco stopped, checked around and behind him, then shook the bottle.
The idly floating black splotches began to mix into each other and spread, turning the concoction darker.
Silco threw it into the rubble and made a run for it behind some cover.
As soon as the glass broke, even just a little crack, the mixture inside seemingly sucked in air around it and Felicia heard a fierce sizzling, then cracking and snapping as the largest stones gave way to the power of modern Zaunite alchemy.
The somewhat unnerving process lasted for little more than a minute, but it was like being near an overheating steam engine with all the noise and uncertainty of whether it was going to get even worse.
However, for all the unnerving noise, it was much quieter than dynamite.
Important when you were trying to hide something as big as a new dig site from Piltover.
Thankfully it was not too long before the concoction burned a sizable hole through the blockage. They shovelled a way through shortly after and proceeded into the lower levels.
"Still freaks me out every time." She said as she left a marker for the follow-up crew.
"Yet you insist on carrying the pack." Silco noted with more than a tinge of annoyance in his voice.
Felicia shrugged, "We all gotta face our fears."
The man sighed, "You have the worst timing for being brave."
She chuckled, "Is there ever a good time to be a coward?"
He gave her a pointed look, then a glance down to her stomach. "Being a martyr serves no one Felicia."
It was her turn to look away and say nothing.
She liked Silco, she really did. He was a good man. Quiet, intelligent and perceptive with a knack for finding the right person for the right job and getting that job done right. He was a fretter, but you needed someone to be when your other crew were herself, Vander and Connel. Of them, Connel might have been the one to raise doubts to their schemes, but sweet thing that he was, he simply tried to make them work.
Silco kept them all focused, refining or rejecting outright their more-theory-than-practice ideas and really forced them all to keep their dreams within reach instead of up in the clouds.
He was a pessimist yes and they all had disagreements of one kind or another. But above all else, the thing that brought them together and kept them friends, was that Silco dreamed of a future for Zaun.
Just like her. Just like Vander. Just like Connel.
And he was also not a man to keep his hands clean while others did the dirty work.
But still, saying all that, she thought it forgivable that she would be a little bit annoyed.
It was always annoying when the smartest man in the room was right after all.
Just…She never felt right, letting other people do something which she could do herself.
Though, after this, she supposed it was…prudent, have a think.
"Wait."
Felicia paused, a few feet behind Silco who had his arm raised and was carefully listening for something.
His face scrunched in confusion. Then he slowly licked a finger and held it up.
Her brows shot up.
"We…have wind. Fresh."
Out of reflex she looked back through the tunnel they had been going through.
Nope, not close to the surface. Not even a little.
"Welp." She said with a pop, "What. The. Fuck."
Silco groaned and ran a hand through his hair. "It's…a thought for another day. Come on, I saw fresh marks. If I have it right, this path should lead us to the closest break room they were going to be in..."
"You okay Sil?" She asked as he came to a pause.
He looked away, "If they're not there…There's no other place they could have gone and…had a chance…"
And they had already checked every break room, storeroom and safe room of any kind on the way down and had seen no sign of anyone.
Felicia wanted to sink.
She took a breath of unexpectedly cool, fresh air instead.
"You giving up on me bozo one?" She said with a slap on Silco's shoulder.
The man shook his head and sighed. "Just…keeping things in perspective."
Felicia held her friend's shoulder firmly, "Well then, let's keep looking. Perspectives can vary wildly, I hear."
She was gratified she managed a small smile from him.
"Yes. Indeed they can."
Jinx thought breathing was pretty swell.
In the past she hadn't been sold on it. Growing up in Zaun you got to experience a wide variety of smells that included delicious spicy foods from one of the many marketplace stalls to questionable smog-clouds from a chem-factory to straight up just nastiness with the Grey.
Oh, various Enforcer smoke and gas grenades too, those were common.
Being the Loose Cannon and all, she had experienced quite a bit of the smell variety of Zaun and deemed it…a little lacklustre.
Kinda a little shit honestly.
But then Jinx experienced lack of breathing and had a whole perspective change.
Now she thought breathing was pretty swell.
Which was why, when she saw the figure of a great big bear of a man towering over her and stealing her air, she warded him away with a few wild swings and scrambled for open space.
"He-hey! Ah! Ouch! Come on, I just saved you and this is how you react?!" The bear man complained.
Jinx didn't care much for his opinion.
Then something funny happened in her head where, for once it seemed, the discordant voices were…useful.
She knew a lot of people's voices. She heard them all the time. Saw them too, in their variety of colours.
Mylo and Claggor, the first ones. She knew how they laughed and gave her mock praise, though it seemed they were quiet of late. But she knew them, streaks of yellow and brown.
Silco. Dear old Silco. Assuring, caring in his way. A shifting fuchsia that blanketed her and formed a path when she was lost.
Caitlyn. Dark Blue.
Then Vi, of course. Always Vi. Always there, even when she didn't want her. Vi in verdant crimson like a burning flare that banished away every other colour and the dark with the force of her presence.
But there was one more.
Her other father.
Who spoke in deep tones of bright warm gold, coddling her, telling her everything was alright.
"Vander…?" Jinx said.
Well, squeaked really, with how high her voice was.
The man who was Vander-but-not-quite nodded, rubbing at his cheek. "Yeah. Yeah that's me. You okay there? How're you feeling?"
The voice wasn't as gruff. The face wasn't as weathered. The eyes weren't as hardened.
But it was Vander.
"Hey." He said gently, approaching with caution and open hands. "Can you hear me?"
Jinx didnt know what to do.
Powder did though.
She dived into Vander, wrapped her thin, pale arms around his much larger frame as best she could and screamed into his chest.
"DAAAAAAD!"
In the huge, silent chamber they were in, the scream was like a thundercrack all on its own.
Jinx did not care.
For the first time in what felt like a long, long time, she felt she could breathe.
Vander had no idea what was happening.
He knew he was not the smartest man on many occasions but he considered himself at least a man with plenty of experience.
He'd been around the block a few times, as it were.
But this?
What the hell was this?!
"Dad! Dad! Dad!"
The young woman, who must have been barely younger than he was, was completely inconsolable and utterly unremovable from his chest.
Thin and unhealthy-looking as she seemed, the girl was strong.
"Uhm…" Thil was the first to say something after the girl's outburst. "This one's steady, for now." He said, indicating to the redhead, "Barely conscious though and she's got something weird-"
"Dad!"
Whatever Thil was saying was drowned out by the shout which echoed so loudly all around them.
Vander was kinda not paying attention to the last part anyway, regardless. As long as the other girl was alive he had other problems.
I swear I always used protection!
"...Maybe…not…"
"Did I say that out loud?"
Lily, still being carried by Tash, nodded.
"She looks too old though." Tash, ever the reasonable one, came to his rescue.
Of course, she's way too old!
"...Looks…like…Felicia…"
Vander's heart somehow twisted into knots, shook like a malfunctioning engine and somehow also was doused in ice.
"Maybe a long lost sibling?" Once more, Tash came to his mental rescue.
It was a suggestion grounded in as much reality as Piltie charity, but a life-line was a lifeline.
"Ye-yeah. Yeah. Uhm…Hey, girl, hey…" Extracting more strength than he was comfortable with, Vanded did eventually manage to pull the girl at least half an arm's length apart from him.
She still clung on though, gripping his jacket for all it was worth.
Wow. You really do look like Felicia.
Now that he could see her clearer and he wasn't focused on keeping her alive, the resemblance was uncanny. The girl really could have been Felicia's sister.
"Hey, are you good?" He asked again, watching for signs of understanding.
Electric shock and possible cardiac arrest would do a number to anyone, that much he knew.
But it seemed the girl did understand, by the way she slowly nodded.
"Good. That's good." Vander said shakily, "Can you tell me your name? Where are you from?"
The girl's expression slowly turned from awed wonder to confusion. "You-you don't know? Don't you remember me?"
Just by the tone of her voice Vander already felt like a deadbeat dad. "No no no, not-uhm, I don't-I mean-"
"We found you nearly dying here." Tash interrupted his flailing attempts at conversation, "The wind led us here."
"Wh-what?" The girl finally loosened her grip and stumbled back, purple eyes starting to dart between them all. "What do you mean? What-what happened?"
Vander, Tash and Lily looked at each other, each very much knowing as much as the other about what to do with panicky young women.
"Where am I?"
The look she had, the voice she said it with, could have melted even the coldest of steel hearts. It was soft, quiet, so utterly uncertain and terrifyingly confused.
Vander had no chance. "You're in a fissure, in Zaun. It doesn't have a proper name yet," He tried to sound as assured as he could and hoped it carried through, "Probably gonna end up being called the New Fissure, honestly."
Unfortunately, the words did not have their desired effect. The young woman put a palm to her head-
Why is she missing a finger?
-and shook it, looking like she was in pain.
"No. No no no. New Fissure…collapsed." She looked up sharply, looking directly at him, "You said that!"
Vander did not know what to say.
There was just too much weirdness going on.
"Collapsed?!" Tash questioned, shocked. "We just managed to get away from a collapse. Do you mean the whole fissure's gone down over our heads?!"
The young woman covered her ears, "Too loud!" she screamed. "I…argh! Just…shut up a moment!"
What's going on?!
"Argh!" The pale girl fell to her knees as wind started to blow, strong enough to rustle their clothes.
It was a chilly wind.
Against his better judgement, Vander moved towards the girl. "Hey, hey its okay. We can take you topside, get some food and sort this whole thing out."
"It was purple…" He heard her mutter as he approached, "It was all dark and purple...where was I?"
Cautiously, he put a hand on her shoulder.
She looked up at him in surprise with wide, teary eyes.
Wide, teary, blue eyes.
Connel?
"Hey." He said softly, "I don't know what's going on or what I can do, but I'm here to help. Can you tell me anything? What happened to you and the other girl?"
She leaned into him, holding his arm. "It was dark, Vander. So dark. There were…things, eyes in the dark but not like normal. No one I knew. Nothing I knew. It was…wrong."
Vander carefully patted her back, "Okay, it's okay."
Her eyes snapped open as she gasped, "Vi!"
Suddenly, with a speed that was far beyond normal, the bluenette seemingly vanished from his arms and covered the distance between them and Thil in one move.
How?!
Thil was the unfortunate recipient of being rudely shoved away as the young woman began to look over the redhead. When the redhead's arms were raised to full view, Vander winced.
If anything looked like it took a lightning blast, it was those arms.
But, as he looked on, Vander realised there was something else.
Not just being blackened, but there were…things in her arms. Glints of stones -purple gemstones- embedded into the flesh.
"Vi? Vi! Vi!? Come on you stupid, thick-headed moron!" The pale woman slapped Vi into some sort of consciousness, going by the latter's worryingly weak groaning. "What did you DO?!"
No answer came.
Not just because this Vi looked completely out of it.
Because there was another tremor.
"WE NEED TO GO!"
Multiple voices raised the cry, his own among them.
Unfortunately the tremor was too strong and they too unsteady for them to be able to make it back to the tunnel they came out of.
They watched, clinging to whatever they could and with cries in their throats and tears in their eyes as the entrance started to cave in.
"NOOO!" Tash screamed.
Shit shit shit shit.
Dirt and stone started to fall from the ceiling as it began to give way and the very earth itself shifted under their feet.
Amongst the rumbling and the crashing and the screaming though, there was a single almighty crack.
Vander looked towards the giant statue of the Goddess of Wind.
A crack had formed at her base, a crack that started to run up her legs until there was a clean split just above her knees.
Face still set in a kindly smile, the statue began to fall.
"WATCH OUT!"
He hadn't needed to warn the surveyors, they knew the sound of cracking stone like he did and even amidst the shaking they managed to get out of the way. It was more towards the young women, who were directly in the path of the statues' fall.
But, to his horror, they did not move.
The bluenette merely looked up and gathered Vi into her arms looking for all the world like she was embracing her.
"NOOO!"
Vander did not know what motivated him at that moment.
He did not know these girls. He had never met them before. There was still Tash and her crew, the ones he originally came here to rescue.
Then there was himself, of course, because being dead was never a useful thing to be if you wanted to make big changes.
But then, what was the point of making a place better if you weren't willing to put in the work yourself?
With a mighty leap Vander threw himself over the pair and prayed to his newfound deity that she would have mercy upon them all.
Stone fell, rocks cracked, the earth rumbled.
Only when he realised he was still breathing did Vander open his eyes.
To see the blue haired girl lift the redhead's burned arm and place her hand on his.
"Come on Vi," She said softly, pleadingly. "Dad's here. Wake up, please…"
Vi knew she was a girl with a lot of problems.
A lot of it came with the territory. Being born a Zaunite meant that at conception you were already in hard mode, though she had been raised by loving parents who gave all they could to her and Powder. Not a lot of other kids got the same.
Of course, some of her problems came when those loving parents were murdered and she and Powder were left orphaned, though Vander swept in and took care of them as his own and they called him their father for it.
Then Vander was murdered, she was imprisoned and she lost Powder. That would have given anyone a number of problems.
But then Caitlyn came along, a little bluebird who had way more money than sense and too good a heart to have that be a bad thing.
Then…Jinx, the missile and Caitlyn's broken heart.
Vi was a girl with a lot of problems.
A lot of it came with the territory.
A lot of it was her.
She punched a screeching purple shadow, fist impacting a chest that looked like gas but felt solid on her knuckles. Her strength carried through, the thing dissipating in a puff of clouds that left little bits of glittery purple on her skin.
Maybe she could have waited. Maybe she could have tried to talk.
A wailing spectre met her shin, half its form melting away. The other half was sent to the shadow realm with a finishing punch.
Maybe.
But when you saw your sister being surrounded by shadowed shapes in flickering black and purple with strange bug-eyes, what the hell else were you supposed to do?
Not punch them?
As Vi turned spectres to dust, a distant part of her that sounded suspiciously like Vander said something to the effect of, 'If you're gonna swing your fist at something, make sure you have a very good followup.'
It was likely a lesson on learning to use violence, Vander a lot of those and for the most part he always had a point. Like a lot of lessons though, it was in the end up to the student to decide what they learned.
Vi, this time, chose the more practical aspect.
She put herself between the horde of shadows and a sleeping Jinx who did not stir awake even after she gave the girl a good kick. She thought about taking her sister and running, but she was surrounded by a truly alien environment and the hole which she crashed through now appeared to have sealed itself.
She was also surrounded and fighting through with an unconscious Jinx over her shoulder did not provide good prospects for success even if she knew where she was going.
So, lacking many options, Vi chose the one thing she was good at doing.
Standing and fighting.
"Why don't you just FUCK OFF!" She screamed, following it up with a sweeping haymaker that dissipated two screeching shades.
They were not good fighters, these things, but she was noticing how the residue they were leaving on her arms was starting to build and her arms were starting to feel strangely itchy.
How the hell do I get out?
Fate answered, or perhaps something more tangible, as a heavy gust of wind blew in suddenly from just behind her. It sent the shades screeching back and created a path through the horde of shimmering purple smoke.
Vi took advantage of what she now knew was more than just luck; it seemed there was something to her original father's beliefs.
Jinx hefted onto her shoulder, Vi sprinted through the quickly closing gap, swiping at shades that came too close or bulldozing through those that decided to block her.
With each impact purple dust continued to crystallise on her arms.
The channel the wind created led seemingly to a blank, fleshy yet earthy looking wall. With no other directions though and trusting in the benevolence of mysterious wind goddesses, Vi ran through with shoulder first.
She burst through the other side in a shower of fleshy rubble.
To come across a sight she had not expected in a million years.
"...Jayce?!"
"Vi?!"
The two looked at each other in utter confusion.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" She was the first to ask.
"I was gonna say the same thing!"
It took a moment to register, but Vi could see that Jayce looked worn. He was not the clean shaven and steel-spined 'Man of Tomorrow' that his posters portrayed him, nor even the tired statesman-scientist she had seen him last.
No, this Jayce was bearded, long haired and filthy with tattered clothes and strange injuries across his arms.
Injuries that included a purple gem rammed into his wrist.
Held in limp hands was his famous and deadly hammer, now looking like a strange alien infection had gotten into it.
"What happened to you?"
"I…I…" Jayce looked down and it seemed as if it was the first time had looked at himself going by the look of surprise on his face. "I was with the professor…"
"Hey. Hey!" Vi approached with a snap of her fingers, pulling Jayce back to focus. "Do you remember anything? How did you get here? How do we get out?"
"...Get out? I…ugh…" He cradled his head in his hands and Vi caught shimmering purple draped like a cloak around him. "I…I don't know…"
Vi stepped back, checked the area around her and made sure Jinx was still breathing.
"How long have you been here Jayce?"
The ragged man blinked confusingly at her. "Only a few…" He shook his head, "A while?"
Vi narrowed her eyes.
"Vi…what are you…"
"Get. Out." Vi said, her voice as solid as iron as she gently put Jinx down.
Jayce shook his head, "What?"
Vi snarled. "Not you."
She leapt, arm cocked back.
Jayce, with shock in his eyes, brought his hammer up.
Vi punched the air above him.
It screamed.
To those that made it this far, I hope you enjoyed it! Let me know how you feel!
And so, we have chapter number 2 and to my great surprise I have managed to push this story to 3 chapters because, well, things got out of hand.
Now, when I started this story I hadn't actually finished Season 2 Act 2, I only watched till Ep 5 and saw 6 much later so I had no real idea what was happening with the hexcore plotline and Jayce until the latter stages of this work.
Act 3 is out and I will not be watching it until I finish this because I want to be able to properly process the emotional distress and hold on to my currently dancing muse, which dispenses ideas and gives motivation after every episode but as with all these things sometimes it overwrites the ones from the previous episode.
(I really liked the way Season 1 did their episode releases, really spaced it out and let the episodes breathe.)
Anyway, what all this means is that I am going to be freewheeling the hexcore plot and how the thing actually works and because of this I won't be touching on it much in the next chapter. I feel like I've already done far too much here anyway, and this was really all just to set up the ending of this work.
I hope those who were looking forward to a reunion or a meeting between the family are not too disappointed. I fully intend to of course, that's kinda the whole premise of this work, but as I was writing Felicia I just couldn't help but try and expand on her and explore her for a bit. For being so brief, her appearances were so intriguing and beautiful and I wondered what kind of character she was. And I felt the same with young Vander and Silco, so they got a lot more screentime than I expected.
Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful day and thank you for reading!