Rosa snapped and pushed John away; she gritted her teeth and said, “You need to wake the hell up, John! They left us here!” “They didn’t!” John defended them, “Why else do you think Sinas and his men along with the king of the forest hasn’t found us? Do you think we’re just lucky? Arwin and Mark are out there, and I believe they’re still protecting us- their friends!” “Snap out of it! For all we know, everyone in this goddamn forest moved on with their lives, and here you are drunk again trying to wait for someone who will never come back here!” Rosa’s voice is getting louder at this point. She is really mad that John has to do this again. He keeps planting this idea in Timothy’s mind that Arwin and Mark are still out there, just waiting for us to help. It won’t do anyone good. It’s nothing more than a big ‘what if,’ and they can’t let their world stop just to keep waiting on them. “We’re stuck here in this village- in this forest, and instead of find

Timothy’s attention was drawn to the spot where Mark just left as he heard some muttering, and he felt a presence, so he scanned the area for creatures lurking nearby, or possibly it might be Sinas. His thoughts about Arwin and the others are slowly shifting from worry to fear that they might have sold them out to Sinas. He drew his trusty revolver that Gloin had also designed. It looked unusual with all the coils and barrel out of place, but it is designed to reduce the sound when firing from a distance. Gloin originally designed it for Mark for his assassin works. Gloin calls it the silencer. Timothy also turned on his arm gear which is a metal and looked like a robot’s arm with those clocks and mechanism around it. It used steam to power, and it added a powerful pack to each punch. With some modifications, Gloin also added firepower to the fingertips of his device to fool one’s enemy as they come closer. Gloin originally designed it for Arwin. He e

Located in the deep forest, Arwin is making her routine of fighting new and dangerous creatures of the forest along with Mosse. Mosse casually sat by the poisonous mushrooms as he picked up the steampunk clothes he got from the village’s dumpster. He was wearing the thick leather boots and the long coat with rusty old clockworks and mechanisms surrounding it. Along with it, he was wearing the leather straps to hold the pistol in place. Arwin sarcastically remarked, “Now that you’re all dolled up, do you mind helping now, Mosse?” “Sure, can I have a pistol? It kind of completes the looks.” Arwin reached out for the side of her baggy brown pants while she pinned down the creatures with her leather boots and threw the clockwork pistol to Mosse. Mosse shot the creature dead. Suddenly, more of them appeared, striking Arwin down and tearing her white and loose undershirt, but the leather corset with a different mechanism attached to it as well keeps

As Arwin is taken to Timothy and Rosa’s house, the crew inspected Mosse seeing his human physical appearance and clothes that he got from the village as well. Timothy asked, “Who are you?” “I’m Mosse; nice to meet you too, Timothy.” “How do you even know our names?” Gloin asks “Excellent question, Gloin. That’s because Arwin and I sneak every now and then to check the events or any problems in the village, but usually, she sends me.” Mosse said with his talkative nature, “Arwin even gets rid of the high-class creatures in the forest every day to protect you. Ah, she’ll kill me again if she knew that I said that, so just act like I didn’t say it, okay?” “You talk…a lot. It’s making my head ring and my hangover worse.” John groaned as he drank a cup of coffee “Wait, wait. Did you just say ‘again’?”  “Well, yes.” “So she has tried to kill you before?” Timothy asked as he got ready to draw out his weapon to strike. In his mind

Arwin stole a dusty cloak from the neighbor’s racks and wore it to cover her face and identity. Her long orange hair made her unrecognizable despite the paintings and posters about her. Looking around, the village being powered by steam, it was strikingly similar to where they used to be. Only this time, Gloin, along with a couple of engineers and mechanics, seemed to modify a lot of things to make a living underground more suitable. She feels warmth as it makes its way to her heart when suddenly a teen boy passes through her saying, “Oh. The raven. You’re back.” Arwin looked back at him, saying, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You got the wrong person.” “No. It’s you.” The boy continued, “You promised you’d protect our village if I protect your friends.” Arwin stopped on her track as she remembered that. It’s the same kid who she entrusted Timothy and the others too just before she leaves. The small kid is now a tall teen boy making