Chapter 86: On the Road—a Ronin's Life.

The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the dusty road as Ava made her way toward a familiar trade post. Now 22, with four years of hard-earned experience under her belt as a Sentinel Ronin, she had become a name people recognized. Her reputation, carefully built on countless missions and close calls, spoke for itself. Ava was no longer the eager cadet; she was a seasoned warrior, her presence a force of calm before a storm. Her years of service had made her an expert at diffusing tension with a single glance, and more often than not, her very presence was enough to avert trouble.

She had worked extensively with Talon over the years, their bond forged in the crucible of combat and survival. Their reputation as a duo was well-known throughout the regions, stories of their teamwork reaching even the most remote villages. Wherever there was danger, Talon and Ava often weren’t far behind, a symbol of unity and strength. The trust between them had grown so strong that they could move and fight in perfect sync, each knowing exactly what the other needed without a word spoken.

As Ava approached the postbox, the dirt road underfoot was quiet, save for the occasional crunch of her boots. People she passed greeted her with respectful nods, their eyes full of admiration and gratitude. A few offered small tokens—a loaf of bread, a strip of dried meat—but Ava declined politely, mindful of their own struggles.

At the postbox, she sifted through the correspondence, looking for anything that might hint at her next move. Community support requests, tactical orders, reports of raider activity—it all passed through her hands swiftly, her focus unbroken. She paused when she found a letter marked with a familiar seal. Alaric.

A smile tugged at her lips as she carefully unfolded the note, recognizing the councilman’s neat, precise handwriting. Memories of her time in training flooded her mind—his mentorship, his calm guidance in those early days when the weight of responsibility felt overwhelming. Alaric had always believed in her, even when she wasn’t sure she believed in herself.

*"Sentinel Ava, you are requested to report to the community of Green Arbor to assist their station Sentinel with tactics and defense. Coordinate with Sentinel, who is also in your patrol area, to aid this community together."*

Ava tucked the letter into her coat pocket. Green Arbor wasn’t far, and the idea of working alongside another Sentinel piqued her interest. She’d spent much of her time alone recently, handling missions solo, but her most successful missions were always when Talon was at her side. They’d been through a lot together, their bond an unspoken language built over years of watching each other's backs.

Night was falling fast, and Ava spotted the familiar outline of a trade post ahead—a place she had visited many times on her travels. It was the perfect spot to rest before heading to Green Arbor. As she approached, the gates creaked open, and the sights and sounds of the trade post enveloped her.

Inside, the place buzzed with life. Traders were bartering over goods, children ran between the stalls, and the tavern's familiar hum of conversation spilled into the street. As Ava entered, the energy shifted slightly—people took notice of her, but in this place, her face was known. Nods of respect followed her path.

An elderly woman at one of the stalls waved her over, offering a small bag of fruit. "Miss Sentinel, please, take this. It’s nothing much, but it’s what we can offer."

Ava smiled, shaking her head. "Thank you, but you should trade it. You need it more than I do."

The woman pressed the bag into Ava’s hand, her weathered face creasing into a warm smile. "You protect us, Miss Sentinel. It’s the least we can do."

Reluctantly, Ava accepted, offering a soft "Thank you" in return.

The trader, adjusting her shawl, smiled knowingly. "Such a pretty thing you are. When will you settle down and make some nice man happy?"

Ava chuckled, her eyes gleaming with humor. "If I did that, who would keep you safe?"

The woman laughed, waving her off as Ava continued toward the tavern, where the real reprieve awaited.

Inside, the warmth of the tavern was welcoming, the air filled with the scent of food and drink. Conversations hummed around her as Ava made her way to the bar, where Sam, the barkeep, greeted her with a familiar grin.

"Well, if it isn’t my favorite troublemaker!" Sam teased, wiping down the counter. "Last time you were here, I lost two of my best customers after that little… incident."

Ava smirked. "I offered to clean up, remember?"

Sam chuckled, sliding her a drink. "Passing through or working this time?"

"Passing through. I’ll need a room for the night," Ava replied, leaning her elbow on the bar.

Sam nodded, grabbing a key from the hook behind him. "Anything for you."

Just as the key landed in front of Ava, a man at the back of the tavern let out a loud, slurred laugh. "Sentinels, eh? I forget how many I’ve killed!" His words hung in the air, thick with the unmistakable tone of bravado born from too many drinks.

Ava didn’t flinch. She casually picked up her drink, swirling the liquid inside, and with a calm smile, responded, "Well, they couldn’t have been very good Sentinels then, could they?"

The man, encouraged by her calm demeanor, leaned forward in his chair, grinning wickedly. "Maybe you'd like to find out, blondie."

Without missing a beat, Ava finished her drink and set the glass down softly on the counter. In one swift motion, she walked over to the man, kicked the back of his chair, and sent him sprawling to the floor. Before he could react, she pinned him down with the chair and sat on it, her gaze cold and piercing.

"How many of us have you killed, again?" she asked, her voice soft but dangerous.

The man’s face paled as he squirmed beneath her, struggling for air. "None… none! I swear, I didn’t mean it!"

Ava stared down at him for a moment longer, then stood, brushing off her coat. "That’s what I thought."

As she returned to the bar, the patrons, who had been holding their breath, let out a collective sigh of relief. Sam shook his head, sliding her another drink.

"Thank you for not killing my customers," he said with a chuckle.

Ava winked. "Just a normal room tonight, Sam."

As the tavern buzzed back to life around her, Ava felt a familiar sense of calm wash over her. Tomorrow, she’d head to Green Arbor. But tonight, she’d enjoy a quiet drink, her reputation—yet again—preceding her.

Chapter 87:

The morning sun streamed through the window, painting the room in a warm glow. Ava stirred in the comfort of a real bed, a luxury she didn’t get often on the road. Stretching lazily, she murmured to herself, "I could get used to this." She let out a contented sigh, appreciating the quiet peace of the moment, when a soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.

"I’ve run you a bath, dear," Sam’s wife called from the hallway, her voice warm and motherly.

Ava grinned, throwing off the blankets and rolling out of bed. "You’re a star, thank you!" she called back, grabbing her bag and heading for the bathroom where an old metal tub sat, brimming with steaming water.

The heat of the bath enveloped her as she slid in, the tension melting away from her muscles. Baths like this were a rarity, and Ava savored every second. Her peace, however, was short-lived when the bathroom door suddenly swung open.

"Oh, sorry, miss!" a man stammered, his face turning beet red as he realized his mistake. He quickly shut the door, his flustered apologies trailing behind him.

Ava chuckled to herself, sinking deeper into the water. "Guess I’ll be locking doors from now on."

Later, dressed and refreshed, she made her way downstairs to return the room key. Sam was at the bar, nursing a plate of toast. Ava slid the key across the counter, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Thanks for the stay, but you might want to fix that bathroom lock," she teased, swiping a piece of toast from his plate.

Sam laughed, shaking his head. "I’ll get right on that. Sure you don’t want to stay for breakfast?"

"Nah, I’ve got to meet up with another Sentinel," Ava said, tossing the toast in her mouth. "And tell your wife that bath was heavenly."

As she headed for the door, she caught sight of the man from earlier, who was sitting at a table, still looking mortified. With a playful wink, she waved. The poor guy nearly knocked over his drink trying to look anywhere but at her.

Stepping outside, the morning air was cool and crisp, invigorating after the warmth of the tavern. A few miles down the road, Ava reached the meeting point indicated in her orders. Glancing around, she muttered, "Hope this one’s not late—or worse, lost. Last one kept me waiting for hours."

Her internal grumbling was interrupted by a familiar voice calling from the treeline. "Okay, Phoenix, front and center!"

Ava turned on her heel, breaking into a wide smile as Talon emerged from the shadows, looking as effortlessly confident as ever.

"Talon!" she called, closing the distance between them and pulling him into a tight embrace.

"Still kicking, I see. What are you doing in my patrol area?" she teased, releasing him from the hug. "I haven’t seen you in months."

"Orders came down. I was the closest," Talon replied with a chuckle. "Guess you *do* check the Sentinel boxes after all."

Ava smirked. "Someone’s got to keep up with the paperwork."

Talon rolled his eyes. "Yeah, Drayton had some words for me about my... let’s call it a *selective* approach to reporting in."

"Drayton, still the same miserable old twat," Ava laughed, shaking her head.

As they began walking together toward Green Arbor, Ava’s tone shifted slightly. "So, what do you know about this place? Green Arbor, I mean."

Talon nodded thoughtfully. "I’ve passed through there a couple of times. The Sentinel stationed there asked me to check out some raider activity in the area. Looks like they’ve been having a rough time."

Ava’s brow furrowed, her protective instincts kicking in. "Raiders, huh? We’ll sort that out soon enough."

They spent the rest of the journey catching up, sharing tales of their recent adventures. As they walked, it was easy to fall back into the rhythm they’d developed over the years—a silent understanding that had grown stronger through every mission, every fight, every close call.

That night, after setting up camp, they shared a simple meal of fresh game Talon had caught, the crackle of the fire between them keeping the chill of the night at bay. Ava poked at the fire with a stick, her mind drifting back to their early training days.

"You know," she began, a grin forming on her lips, "I’m still better at shooting than you."

Talon smirked, shaking his head. "You always bring that up, don’t you?"

"Well, I’ve got to remind you of your place somehow," she teased, tossing a twig into the flames.

The next morning, the sun was barely up when they packed up and continued their trek toward Green Arbor. The banter between them was easy, full of laughter and shared memories. The bond they had formed in their first year of training had only deepened over time, and despite the grueling nature of their work, they always found moments of humor and joy.

"You know," Ava quipped as they neared the edge of the village, "I hope they’ve got a decent tavern. Or at least a barn without holes in the roof."

Talon shot her a mock look of disbelief. "For a Ronin, you sure do like your comforts."

Ava flashed a grin. "I had a bath yesterday, Talon. A real bath. And it was glorious."

Talon groaned in exaggerated jealousy. "I can’t even remember the last time I had a bath." He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, as Ava immediately reached over and gave him a playful pinch on the nose.

"You really need one," she teased, crinkling her nose dramatically. "You smell like wet dog."

As they approached the bustling market square, Talon pointed to a small building at the far end. "There’s the Sentinel post. Let’s check in."

They strode through the market, weaving between stalls and traders, their laughter carrying over the din. But as they entered the post, Ava’s smile faltered slightly as her gaze landed on yet another familiar face.

Talon grinned, less convincingly. "Oh, look who it is."

Chapter 88:

Inside the Sentinel post the air was thick with tension as Ava fixed Talon with a sharp glare. "Really?" she remarked, her tone laced with skepticism, cutting through the brief silence that followed Miko’s overly enthusiastic greeting.

Miko, ever the optimist, stepped forward with a beaming smile. "Ava! It's been ages! How have you been?" His voice carried the kind of nervous energy that only highlighted the tension Ava was determined to keep.

Ava’s reply was cold, almost dismissive, her tone void of the warmth they had once shared. "I’ve been busy, Miko. Sorry, I haven’t made it around here. This isn't my usual patrol area." Her words were clipped, a subtle indication that this reunion was far from welcome.

Miko’s smile faltered but didn’t disappear entirely. He pressed on, undeterred. "Well, it’s really great to see you! Jess is going to be over the moon. She’s here too, you know."

At the mention of Jess, a flicker of something sharp crossed Ava’s features. She cut her eyes to Talon—her displeasure evident—and then, without another word, turned sharply on her heel.

"Talon, get us signed in. I need to check the tavern for a room," she commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument as she made her way out of the Sentinel post.

Talon, sensing the storm brewing behind her icy calm, hurried after her. He caught up just as she reached the outskirts of the building, the weight of the tension hanging heavily between them. "Ava, wait. Let’s talk."

Ava spun around, her frustration simmering just beneath the surface. "Why didn’t you tell me they were here?" she demanded, her voice tight with emotion she fought to keep in check.

Talon raised his hands in a calming gesture, his tone gentle but steady. "Ava, our friends need us."

Her gaze hardened. "We stopped being friends the day Jess walked out on that operation. Ren paid the price for her decision." The pain behind her words was evident, the old wound still raw.

Talon sighed deeply, stepping closer. "That was years ago, Ava. You can't keep blaming Jess for what happened. It was a tragedy for all of us."

Ava’s voice trembled, the grief in her words cutting through the lingering anger. "He was my friend, Talon. I trusted her, and she left him behind."

Talon’s expression softened, his hand reaching out to rest gently on her shoulder. "Ren was all of our friend, Ava. We all lost him that day. But holding onto that anger won’t bring him back. You have to stop running from this."

For a moment, Ava’s guard dropped. The grief, the guilt, and the anger mixed together in her eyes before she shook her head, trying to regain her composure. "I’m sorry, Talon," she murmured, her voice small.

"It’s okay," he replied, squeezing her shoulder lightly. "I get it. I didn’t tell you because I knew you wouldn’t come otherwise. Alaric had to order it."

A faint smile tugged at the corner of Ava’s mouth, though it didn’t reach her eyes. "He always did know how to pull strings," she admitted, her voice softening.

Talon nodded, relief easing the tension in his posture. "Get us signed in," she instructed, more gently this time. "I'll be in the tavern."

The moment Ava entered the tavern, the familiar smell of wood smoke and spilled ale enveloped her. She made her way to the bar, her mind still replaying the conversation with Talon, the familiar ache of old wounds creeping in.

The bartender, a sturdy man with salt-and-pepper hair, offered a nod of recognition as she approached. "What can I do for you, Miss Sentinel?" he asked, his tone respectful but casual.

"Two rooms. Long-term stay," Ava replied, her voice steady, though the weight of the day pressed heavily on her shoulders.

The bartender nodded, reaching for the keys behind the counter. As he handed them over, Ava added, "And something strong to drink."

He raised an eyebrow, but complied without question, sliding a glass of whiskey across the bar. "Tough day?"

Ava chuckled softly, though there was no humor in it. "You could say that," she replied, tossing back the shot in one swift motion. The burn of the liquor was welcome, but it did little to numb the thoughts racing through her mind.

The bartender poured another without prompting, offering her a quiet moment of solace as she stared into the amber liquid. "Anything else?" he asked, his voice cutting through the quiet hum of the tavern.

"Just peace and quiet," Ava replied, her eyes scanning the room. She was searching for something—maybe a distraction, maybe an escape—but all she found were the familiar faces of people going about their business, unaware of the storm brewing inside her.

Sipping her second drink more slowly this time, Ava leaned back in her chair, letting the sounds of the tavern wash over her. She thought of the ghosts of her past, the faces of Phoenix Squad that once represented hope and unity, now only a reminder of betrayal and loss.

She couldn’t escape it forever, though. Jess was here. Miko was here. And sooner or later, she would have to face them both.

But not tonight.

Chapter 89:

Ava had transitioned from taking shots to nursing a mug of ale, her gaze distant and unfocused, staring at the worn wood of the tavern’s counter as though it held all the answers she sought. The bartender, took note of her empty glass and ventured cautiously, “I thought Sentinels were supposed to steer clear of the bottle?”

Without looking up, Ava responded, her voice low and laced with bitterness, “I’m not on duty.” She slid the empty mug forward, signaling for another.

The bartender frowned but complied, pouring a fresh ale and setting it down gently. “This’ll be your last, miss. Stick to ale after this, yeah? I’ve never had to haul a Sentinel outta here, and I’m not about to start tonight.”

Ava scoffed softly, the sound dry and humorless. “You won’t have to,” she muttered, standing from her stool. She grabbed the mug, her movements just a fraction slower, unsteadier. Ignoring the bartender’s disapproving glance, she waved him off and left the tavern with the drink in hand, his request to bring the glass back falling on deaf ears.

The night air hit her like a cool balm, though it did little to soothe the turmoil swirling within. Ava found an empty step outside the tavern and sat, her fingers wrapped around the mug as she stared blankly ahead, letting the town’s slow evening rhythm drift by. The faint clatter of dishes, the muted laughter from distant homes—sounds of a life so different from her own.

Her mind, hazy from the alcohol, drifted to the edges of dangerous thoughts, pulling her back to Ren, back to that day, back to the screams and the silence that followed. She could still feel the weight of his absence, the ache in her chest that time hadn’t dulled. The peace she once fought to protect felt so far away, like a dream that had slipped through her fingers.

Her bitter reverie was interrupted by a soft voice. “Are you a real Sentinel?”

Ava blinked and turned her head to see a little girl standing before her, wide-eyed and filled with innocent curiosity. Her heart, heavy just moments ago, softened at the sight.

Brushing the dampness from her cheeks, Ava forced a smile and nodded, “Yes, I am.”

“I’ve never seen a girl Sentinel before,” the child said, her voice filled with awe. “Are there many like you?”

Ava’s smile turned wistful, her sadness still lingering beneath the surface. “There are more than you think,” she replied, her tone gentle despite the pain simmering underneath.

The girl beamed, bouncing on the balls of her feet. “My uncles are Sentinels too! Two of them!” she announced proudly.

“Oh?” Ava asked, her interest piqued despite herself. “Who are your uncles?”

Before Ava could learn more, the girl chirped, “Gotta go, bye!” and dashed off down the street, leaving Ava alone once again.

She sighed deeply, taking a slow sip from her mug before rising unsteadily to her feet. She made her way back inside the tavern, the warm glow of lanterns casting long shadows across the floor. The bartender watched her approach, his expression a mix of concern and wariness.

“Ever seen many women Sentinels around here?” Ava asked, her voice quieter now, as if the question had slipped out without her realizing.

“Just a few,” the bartender replied, keeping his voice neutral, though it was clear he was growing more concerned by the minute.

Before the conversation could continue, the door to the tavern creaked open again, and Talon entered. His eyes immediately found Ava, his expression shifting from surprise to dismay as he saw her leaning heavily against the counter.

“Oh no, not this again,” Talon muttered, running a hand through his hair as he approached. “I’m not putting you to bed tonight, Ava.”

She turned to him with a lopsided grin, gesturing grandly with her mug. “This is Talon,” she declared to the bartender, as though introducing a grand figure. “Another Sentinel, just like me.”

Talon winced at the slur in her words and the bleary look in her eyes. Before she could bring the mug to her lips again, he gently nudged it away.

“Talon, stop,” she protested weakly. “I haven’t finished.”

He crouched down slightly to look her in the eyes, his tone soft but firm. “Ava, this isn’t you. Let’s not do this, okay?”

She blinked at him, confusion flitting across her features before she sighed in resignation, her bravado crumbling. “Fine... whatever you say,” she muttered, pushing the mug away.

The bartender, relieved, handed Talon a room key. “Second door on the left,” he said quietly, clearly grateful for Talon’s intervention.

With one arm around Ava’s waist for support, Talon helped her to her feet and guided her towards the stairs. “Come on, Phoenix,” he said softly. “Let’s get you to bed.”

Once they reached the room, Talon laid her gently on the bed, pulling the blankets over her as she mumbled something incoherent. Her eyes fluttered closed, but just before sleep took her, she whispered, “I love you, Talon... you’re like the brother I never had.”

Talon’s chest tightened at her words, a sad smile tugging at his lips. “I love you too, Ava,” he whispered back, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face.

As he turned to leave, Ava’s soft, off-key singing reached his ears, a faint echo of the carefree girl she once was. He chuckled softly, shaking his head as he stepped out into the hallway, the door closing quietly behind him.

Outside the room, Talon leaned against the wall, the weight of his own exhaustion pressing down on him. He ran a hand over his face, muttering to himself, “You can take down a squad of raiders without breaking a sweat, but a bottle’s what does you in.”

And with that, he made his way back downstairs, his thoughts heavy with the burden of caring for a friend who, despite her strength, was still haunted by the ghosts of her past.

Chapter 90: The Morning After.

The pale light of dawn filtered reluctantly through the cracked blinds of Ava’s room, doing little to dispel the headache pounding behind her eyes. She groaned into her pillow, willing the room to stop spinning. Every fiber of her being protested the thought of moving, but the faint creak of the door interrupted her misery.

Talon’s head popped in, a smirk plastered across his face. "Morning, sunshine. How’s that head of yours?"

Ava’s only response was to lift a hand weakly from under the blanket and wave it dismissively in his direction. "Can you make the world stop spinning, or is that outside of your skill set?"

Talon chuckled, stepping fully into the room, far too cheery for her liking. "I’d say you did that to yourself, Ronin. Gear up—breakfast in ten."

Ava groaned again, louder this time, burying herself deeper under the pillow. "I hate you," she muttered, her voice muffled.

Talon’s laughter echoed as he headed for the door. "That’s not what you said last night!"

Twenty minutes later—after much internal groaning and several failed attempts at finding her boots—Ava managed to shuffle into the tavern. The hustle and bustle of the morning crowd felt like an assault on her fragile senses, but she trudged on, eyes barely open, her hand gripping the bar counter for support. The bartender spotted her approach, his grin widening in amusement.

"Morning, Miss Sentinel," he teased. "Another shot for you?"

Ava winced at the mere thought, shaking her head quickly, regretting the motion immediately as it only intensified the throbbing in her skull. "Coffee," she rasped. "The strongest you've got."

With a knowing nod, the bartender slid a steaming cup of dark coffee in front of her. She clutched it like a lifeline, taking a long, slow sip as she made her way to Talon’s table. He was already halfway through his breakfast, grinning at her like an overly smug cat.

"Please don’t start round two," he quipped, spearing a piece of sausage with his fork.

Ava glared at him over the rim of her mug before snatching the sausage right off his fork and popping it into her mouth. "Mine now," she muttered, chewing slowly, savoring the salty meat and ignoring Talon’s exaggerated look of outrage.

"Hey! That’s thievery!" Talon protested, though his smile never faltered. "Get your own."

"I thought Sentinels were supposed to share," she shot back, deadpan, taking another sip of coffee.

The bartender wandered over and set a plate of toast down between them, offering no explanation before walking back to the bar. Ava eyed the plate, puzzled, then looked over at Talon.

He nudged her gently. "Eat something. It’ll help."

With a sigh, Ava picked up a piece of toast and took a bite, resting her head on her hand. "Why is it," she began between bites, "that everything tastes like regret the morning after?"

Talon smirked. "Because it *is* regret. Plus, you were practically singing my praises last night. Didn’t expect to see that side of you."

Ava groaned, her head falling dramatically onto the table. "Please don’t remind me."

Talon, taking full advantage of her vulnerability, ruffled her hair affectionately. "Come on, toughen up. We’ve got work to do. Gotta head over to the post soon and see what’s happening in Green Arbor."

Ava sighed deeply, lifting her head just enough to glare at him. "Do you always have to be this annoyingly responsible?"

"One of us has to be," he quipped, shoving the last piece of his breakfast into his mouth before standing. "Now, finish your coffee and toast. I’m not dragging your half-conscious body to the post."

Ava rolled her eyes but obediently took another bite of toast, muttering under her breath, "You’re lucky I like you."

Talon chuckled, crossing his arms as he waited for her to finish. "And don’t you forget it."

Ava drained the rest of her coffee, feeling slightly more human as the caffeine worked its way through her system. "Alright," she said, standing with a groan. "Let’s go see what kind of trouble Green Arbor’s gotten itself into."

As they left the tavern, Talon threw a casual arm around her shoulders. "At least we know you’ll always be the life of the party, Ronin."

Ava snorted, shaking her head. "Yeah, well, maybe next time I’ll drink enough to forget *you*."

Chapter 91:

The morning market bustled around Ava and Talon as they left the tavern. Traders were setting up their stalls, the aroma of freshly baked bread mixing with the scent of leather and iron from nearby smithies. A chorus of “Good morning, Miss Sentinel” and respectful nods greeted the two as they made their way through the crowded street. The community’s reverence for Sentinels was clear, but it did little to distract Ava from the tension twisting inside her.

Talon glanced sideways at her, leaning in as they approached the Sentinel post. "Best behavior today," he whispered with a smirk. "Remember, we were all friends once. Phoenix Squad, together."

Ava shot him a sideways look, her lips curling slightly in mock annoyance. "I *know* how to behave around people," she muttered before pushing open the heavy wooden door to the post.

Inside, the air was a mix of dust and the scent of old parchment. Miko greeted them with his usual cheery energy. "Morning, guys! Sleep well?" His eyes briefly lingered on Ava’s somewhat disheveled appearance before flitting back to Talon, who grinned mischievously.

"Great, thanks," Talon replied, nudging Ava playfully. "Well, *some* of us did."

Ava forced a smile, eager to shift the conversation away from last night. "What’s on the agenda?" she asked, her tone clipped as she focused on the map spread across the central table.

Miko leaned forward, brushing a hand through his hair. "Raider activity’s on the rise. They’ve hit a few smaller communities nearby, and we think they might set their sights here next. We had a group of troublemakers scoping out our defenses just yesterday."

Talon’s face grew serious as he studied the map. His finger traced along the possible raider routes. "Here," he said, pointing to a heavily wooded area, "this looks like the most likely spot for a camp. I can scout it out later."

Ava’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the map, her mind already racing through possible strategies. "Where are the rest of your Sentinels? Who’s patrolling these areas?"

Miko’s smile faltered, and he shook his head. "They were called up north. Some sort of uprising. We haven’t heard from them in weeks."

Ava frowned. "And your armory?"

"Stocked, for the most part. We’ve trained up a few locals, too—kind of a makeshift militia," Miko said, trying to sound more confident than he likely felt.

Ava leaned over the map, her finger tapping a point on the perimeter. "I’ll take a look around, see if there’s anything you’ve missed in the defenses. But you seem to have things under control." She hesitated for a moment, her voice softening, "Might be back on the road soon after this."

Talon gave her a look, a silent reminder of their duty and the bond they still shared with their old squad. The message was clear: *don’t run from this*.

Sensing the unspoken tension, Miko quickly added, "I appreciate the help, Ava. Really. I’m not trying to keep you longer than necessary. I just... well, it’s good to see you."

Talon, ever the mood-lightener, grinned as he stood up straight. "Alright, let’s do a quick walk around the perimeter before *someone* throws up her breakfast." He winked playfully at Ava, earning himself a light slap on the arm.

"Oi, watch it," Ava muttered with a smirk, trying to shake off the awkwardness lingering between her and Miko.

With Miko leading the way, they stepped outside into the bright morning light. The fresh air and the familiar task of assessing defenses helped to ease the tension. The sound of boots crunching against dirt filled the silence as they made their way towards the north wall.

"This is the most exposed part," Miko explained, gesturing to the barricades. "We’ve reinforced it, but an extra set of eyes might catch something we missed."

Ava surveyed the wall, her trained eyes flicking from weak points to potential vulnerabilities in the landscape. As they walked, old memories of Phoenix Squad—of working together, relying on each other—began to surface. For a moment, the pain of Ren’s loss dulled, replaced by the bittersweet echo of the camaraderie they once shared.

Talon’s voice cut through her thoughts. "Looks solid enough, but if the raiders have siege gear or try a direct assault, this section could be overwhelmed."

Miko nodded, his brow furrowed in concentration. "We’ve been trying to prepare for that, but resources have been stretched thin."

Ava, her voice steady, added, "We can strengthen this with some simple fortifications. Move the lighter barricades forward to create a secondary line of defense. It’ll slow them down."

The three of them continued their inspection, discussing tactics and making plans, slowly rediscovering the rhythm of working together. Despite the underlying tension, the familiar feeling of partnership—of being a squad—began to return, if only for the moment.

Chapter 92: Baby Talon.

As they inspected the north wall, the early morning sun filtered through the dense canopy of trees surrounding Green Arbor, casting long shadows that danced with the gentle breeze. The air was thick with the earthy scent of damp soil and the faint sounds of distant traders setting up their stalls. Ava, with her Sentinel instincts sharp as ever, moved like a shadow across the wall’s structure, her fingers tracing weak points that needed reinforcing. She scaled the barricade with ease, her movements precise, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a few issues.

“Are you getting this?” she called down to Talon and Miko, her voice carrying over the soft rustling of leaves and the distant clatter of the town waking up.

From below, Talon watched her, a hint of admiration in his gaze. “Even hungover, she moves like a ghost.” His voice held a touch of humor, lightening the serious task at hand. Miko, adjusting the strap of his pack, chuckled alongside him. They both shouted back in unison, “Got it!”

Ava, landing gracefully from the barricade, brushed off her hands as she joined the two men. The sounds of hammers and the occasional bark of a trader's dog filled the background, but her focus was razor-sharp. She crossed her arms, waiting for confirmation they had noted her suggestions.

Miko couldn’t help but be in awe. “It’s really amazing to see her again. Jess was so excited to hear she was here.” His voice was tinged with the kind of fondness that made it clear their past still meant something to him.

Talon sighed, his earlier amusement fading. “Yeah, but Ava’s still holding a grudge.”

Miko’s face tightened in understanding. The weight of their shared history hung between them like the humid air. “I get it. She felt betrayed, and we never really had the chance to explain why Jess left.”

“There’s no time like the present,” Talon offered, though the doubt in his voice mirrored the complexity of the situation.

Miko glanced over at Ava, who was now scanning the perimeter with a practiced eye, her movements calculated and sharp. He shook his head, his voice filled with skepticism. “Do you really think it’ll make a difference? In her mind, Jess left, and Ren paid the price.”

Talon’s voice softened, the memories of that day casting a shadow over his usually light demeanor. “It could have been any of us. Wrong place, wrong time.”

The wind shifted slightly, carrying with it the distant chatter of market-goers and the clinking of tools from nearby craftsmen. Just then, Ava rejoined them, her tone brisk as she interrupted their conversation. “You got all that?” Her eyes flicked between them, sensing the subtle shift in mood.

Miko was quick to respond, eager to avoid any further tension. “Yes, all noted,” he said, before switching topics with a lighter tone. “By the way, Miko, how's baby Talon? When do I get to see him again?”

Ava raised an eyebrow, momentarily caught off guard. “Baby Talon?” she asked, the faintest hint of a smile curling at the corner of her lips as she waited for an explanation.

Talon chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck as he looked between them. “Yeah, so... Jess went into labor when I stopped by a few months ago. I ended up helping deliver the baby, and, well, they named him Talon.”

The revelation hung in the air for a moment, and for the first time in a long while, the tension in Ava’s shoulders seemed to ease just a little. Her surprise was genuine, and her voice, though still laced with unresolved feelings, carried a warmth that hadn’t been there moments before. “Okay, Talon, we *really* need to talk later,” she said, shaking her head as if trying to process the idea of *baby Talon*.

Talon grinned, clearly enjoying her reaction. “What can I say? I make an impression.”

Ava shook her head, her eyes briefly reflecting a mix of disbelief and amusement. “Talon, you make *something*, that’s for sure.”

She turned to walk off, her usual cool demeanor slipping back into place as she called over her shoulder, “I’m going to have a look around. You two can keep up with the gossip.”

The sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a warm glow on the three of them as Miko, with hope in his voice, called after her. “Ava, dinner later? Jess would love to see you.”

Ava paused, her back to them, her posture straight and unreadable. The wind carried the faint scent of freshly baked bread and the distant hum of the bustling town. “I’ll let you know,” she replied, her tone noncommittal as she continued her inspection, her thoughts clearly elsewhere.

Talon watched her retreating form, then turned to Miko with a rueful smile. “Well, that went... better than expected.”

Miko chuckled, though there was a hint of sadness in his voice. “I wouldn’t count on her showing up for dinner just yet. But at least she didn’t punch you.”

Talon’s grin widened, the tension between them easing once more. “Small victories, my friend. Small victories.”

Chapter 93:

Ava meandered through the small community, her thoughts wandering as she took in the sights and sounds of the bustling market. The conversation about baby Talon still lingered in her mind, a mix of surprise and slight hurt gnawing at her. Talon hadn’t mentioned a word about it—she didn’t even know Jess had a child. The weight of the past tugged at her, but she shook it off, trying to focus on the present.

As she continued walking, the shuffle of footsteps and a soft thud pulled her from her reverie. An elderly woman had dropped her basket, its contents spilling across the cobblestone street. Without hesitation, Ava stepped in, crouching down to help.

"Here, let me get that for you," Ava offered, quickly gathering the scattered vegetables and small trinkets.

The elderly woman smiled warmly at Ava, her eyes soft with gratitude. "Thank you, Miss Sentinel. You're very kind."

"Where can I take this for you?" Ava asked, lifting the basket effortlessly.

"Just over to that table, if you’d be so kind," the woman pointed with a trembling hand.

Ava walked the basket over, carefully setting it down. She helped unpack a few of the items, rearranging them neatly on the table, while the elderly woman watched, clearly touched by Ava's kindness.

"Such a pretty thing you are," the woman said, cupping Ava’s cheek for a brief moment. Her voice softened, "But too young to carry such sadness and worry in those blue eyes."

Ava chuckled, shaking her head with a light grin. "It’s all the worrying I do about you lot," she teased.

As the woman walked away, Ava resumed her patrol, her eyes sweeping the community. The people here were welcoming, their smiles easy, their nods filled with a respect that went beyond just her title. Many greeted her with a simple, "Good morning, Miss Sentinel," and some stopped to chat briefly, asking if her presence meant trouble was on the horizon.

Ava assured them with a smile, "No trouble today, just checking in on old friends and making sure everything’s running smoothly."

Finding an empty crate near the market square, Ava decided to take a break. She sat down, sipping from her water flask, watching the children play nearby. Their carefree laughter filled the air, and for a brief moment, she allowed herself to forget the burdens of her past.

Her peaceful moment was interrupted by a small voice calling her name. Confused at first, Ava looked around, her thoughts jumping to baby Talon, though she quickly dismissed the idea with a chuckle. "Can’t be him," she murmured to herself.

The children had noticed her, and soon enough, a group of them swarmed around her. "Are you a Sentinel?" one boy asked, wide-eyed.

"Where do you sleep?" chimed another, her curiosity palpable.

"How many people have you killed?" a braver child blurted out, earning a few gasps from the others.

Ava smiled, amused by their fascination. She nodded at their questions, answering simply, "Yes, I’m a Sentinel. And I sleep wherever I can, mostly under the stars. As for the rest…," she trailed off with a playful wink.

One of the older boys puffed his chest out, clearly the ringleader of the group. "You’re a Ronin, right?"

"I am," Ava confirmed, watching their eyes widen with awe.

"Can we see your sword?" another boy asked, barely able to contain his excitement.

Ava shook her head, her tone mock-serious. "No, it's too sharp for little fingers. And did you know, once it’s drawn, it can’t be sheathed again until it tastes blood?" She winked, enjoying the way the children's imaginations ran wild.

The group collectively gasped, their eyes as big as saucers.

"My daddy is a Sentinel too!" a small girl suddenly piped up, stepping forward. Ava recognized her as the young girl from the day before.

"And so are my uncles!" the girl continued proudly, "And I have an auntie, but we don’t see her much."

"Your name is Ava too?" Ava asked the young girl.

The young girl nodded, her eyes bright with excitement. She moved closer to Ava, studying her intently before saying, "You look like my mummy’s drawings."

Before Ava could respond, a familiar voice called out from behind the group, "Go on, kids! Get outta here before I open school early!" The children scattered, giggling as they ran off, leaving Ava chuckling softly.

Chapter 94:

She looked up to see Lucas approaching, a wide grin on his face. "Well, well, if it isn’t the legendary Ava, scaring kids with her Ronin tales."

Ava smirked, crossing her arms. "Lucas. Just when I thought I was the only one tricked to this place."

He sat down beside her, the easy camaraderie of old friends settling between them. "You know how it is," Lucas said with a shrug. "Can’t seem to stay away for too long."

Ava glanced at him, her smile faint but warm. "Not you too, huh?"

Lucas laughed, shaking his head. "Not me too." He paused, glancing around before his tone turned more serious. "So… you’ve seen Miko and Jess, I take it?"

Ava's expression hardened slightly. "I’ve seen Miko," she said curtly, not meeting his gaze.

Lucas nodded, not pushing the subject further. Instead, he leaned back, letting out a long sigh. "It’s good to see you, Ava. We’ve missed you."

Ava smiled softly, the weight of old friendships and new responsibilities heavy on her shoulders. "Yeah," she said quietly, "I’ve missed you guys too."

The wind picked up slightly, carrying with it the scent of the nearby forest, and for a moment, Ava allowed herself to simply sit in the company of an old friend, the future uncertain but the present filled with the quiet comfort of shared history.

Lucas throwing an arm around his friend for a warm embrace. liar comfort of old friends enveloped them, even as they sat in the quiet tension that had been lingering between them since the reunion.

"So, what brings you here, or do I even need to ask?" Ava quipped, raising an eyebrow.

Lucas, always the charmer, leaned back and stretched. "One of my regular stops. I teach the kids here a month at a time, give or take."

"And it just so happens that Jess and Miko are here?" Ava asked, narrowing her eyes at him, her tone equal parts amusement and suspicion.

Lucas grinned, evading her pointed look. "Oh, I knew they were here."

Ava, rolling her eyes, responded with mock exasperation. "And you were going to tell me when exactly?"

Lucas gave a lighthearted chuckle, his expression softening. "Have you ever tried talking to you about the old squad?"

Ava bit her lip, knowing Lucas had a point. She conceded with a sigh. "Fair enough."

"Besides," Lucas continued, feigning nonchalance, "I’ve been writing all of this down for you. All in your journal, sitting back in your box at base."

Ava raised an eyebrow, confused. "I thought that was a teaching manual you were writing for me, for our next field trip with the kids."

Lucas erupted in laughter, shaking his head. "No, and no. You thought *I* was writing a manual? You know I thought Talon was bad with kids—then I took you out on one of those trips."

Ava’s memory flickered with the story Talon had told her. She grinned. "Oh yeah, Talon told me about that. He played hide and seek with the kids as part of a scout show and tell."

Still chuckling, Lucas added, "It’s not funny. We looked for him for four hours until we finally gave up. You know where we found him? Up a tree. Asleep. We only heard him because he was snoring!"

Their laughter echoed, filling the space between them, a much-needed release after the seriousness of their earlier conversations. But as it often did with Lucas, the mood shifted quickly, his tone turning sincere again. "Drayton banned him from doing any more of those for a while. So... little Ava, huh?"

At the mention of the name, Ava’s expression darkened just slightly, a flicker of something more complicated crossing her face. "Yeah, little Ava. Named after someone who had a big impact on their lives."

Lucas nodded, his gaze softening as he watched her. "Ava, this... this isn’t healthy. We were the closest squad—like a family."

Ava began to interrupt, but Lucas gently placed a hand on hers, grounding her. "Ren was a horrible loss to all of us, not just you. Jess had her reasons for what she did that day. She thought it was the right call."

"We didn’t just lose Ren that day, Ava. We lost you to."

Ava gave his hand a squeeze, her voice firm. "I never left you, Lucas. I still see you, I see Talon. You know that."

Lucas sighed, looking down. "Yeah, but we all went our separate ways. Miko, Jess... it’s not the same."

"You and Talon? We love you, Ava," Lucas continued, his tone gentle but sure. "But you know, Jess and Miko, they’re family too. Talon stayed away because he didn’t want to upset you, but even he had to come here. And thank God he did, if he hadn’t, baby Talon wouldn’t be here right now."

Ava’s face softened, the weight of the conversation sinking in. "I know... I just…"

Lucas cut her off with a knowing look. "Ava, your ghosts from the past—they follow you everywhere. You keep walking because you’re afraid that if you stop, you’ll have to face them. Or maybe you’re scared you’ll meet someone, maybe even fall in love, and lose them."

Ava chuckled softly, nudging him. "You know me too well."

For a moment, she let the walls drop. "I’ve been thinking about settling down. Maybe quitting the creed. I’m tired, Lucas."

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Lucas looked at her with a smile that was equal parts amused and tender. "Let’s not get crazy now. You? Settling down? I’ll believe it when I see it."

Before Ava could respond, Lucas stood, stretching his arms out. "Anyway, you’re coming to dinner at Jess and Miko’s tonight."

Ava blinked, startled. "I don’t know, Lucas…"

"No arguments," Lucas said with a grin. "I’ll even have Alaric order you back to base and make you teach Ronin history in a classroom for the next year if you don’t show."

Ava shot him a half-serious glare. "Don’t joke about that. You know I’d rather face a raider horde than teach."

Lucas began to walk away, tossing a playful retort over his shoulder. "See you at tea time. Don’t be late!"

Ava smirked, calling after him. "I should’ve let that cadet make you eat those worms."

Lucas spun around, laughing. "Yeah, but you didn’t!" He waved with a grin before disappearing into the crowd, leaving Ava alone with her thoughts once more.

She sat back down, watching the bustling community around her, the lighthearted exchange doing little to dispel the deeper turmoil roiling just beneath the surface. She knew she couldn’t keep running from her past forever.

Chapter 95: Dinner and Heartbreak.

As Ava approached the door, the warm scent of freshly cooked food and the soft murmur of conversation filled the evening air. The atmosphere inside was welcoming, but Ava hesitated for a brief moment before stepping through. Lucas appeared beside her, his grin wide as always, trying to lighten the mood. "Glad you could make it. Guess I’ll have to cancel all those extra assignments I had planned as a backup."

Ava rolled her eyes, playing along. "Don’t even joke about that, Lucas."

Stepping into the house, she was immediately enveloped in a sense of warmth and familiarity. Jess and Miko were bustling about, Jess placing dishes on the table while Miko poured drinks. Talon sat on the couch, cradling baby Talon in his arms, his face a picture of delight as he cooed and made silly faces at the infant.

Jess’s eyes lit up as she noticed Ava. With a cautious but hopeful smile, she moved toward her, the tension in the air palpable. "Ava, it’s so good to see you," Jess said softly, embracing her friend in a brief but heartfelt hug.

Ava tensed for a moment before offering a small, tight smile. "Yeah, you too."

Miko was next, his handshake firm but laced with unspoken understanding. "Thanks for coming, Ava."

Before Ava could respond, a small voice chirped from behind. "Auntie Ava!" Little Ava ran over, beaming with excitement and clutching a stack of colorful crayon drawings in her hands. She thrust them into Ava’s arms. "I made these for you!"

Ava crouched down, her heart softening as she flipped through the drawings. Stick figures of a tall, blonde warrior holding a sword appeared on every page, the child’s eager description bringing the images to life. "This one’s you! And this one’s you saving the town!" Little Ava announced proudly.

Ava couldn’t help but smile as she held up one particularly detailed drawing of a figure wielding a sword while standing in front of a large house. "You’ve got quite the artistic talent, Little Ava. I’m honored."

Little Ava grinned, her small face lighting up with joy. "Mummy says you’re a hero!"

Ava’s smile faltered for just a moment before she quickly recovered. "Well, your mummy’s very kind to say that."

Dinner was a lively affair, filled with the chatter of old friends catching up and recounting tales from their time in training. Lucas, ever the storyteller, entertained everyone with a humorous account of a botched field trip, blaming Ava and Talon for leading the kids into chaos. Talon, not missing a beat, chimed in with his own exaggerations about baby Talon’s future escapades as a “master scout,” earning playful jabs from Miko.

Ava found herself relaxing more than she expected, even managing a few laughs as Lucas shared a particularly embarrassing moment from their training days. But the lightness didn’t last.

Jess, swept up in the warmth of the moment, began reminiscing about Ren. "Remember that prank we pulled on him? He never saw it coming," she said, her voice filled with fondness.

Talon, sensing the shift in the room, quickly added, "Yeah, if only we hadn’t woken him up, we could’ve gotten away with it!" But his attempt to keep the mood light fell flat. The once jovial atmosphere grew heavy, the memory of Ren’s loss casting a shadow over the gathering.

Ava’s smile disappeared, replaced by a hardness in her eyes as she stared down at her plate. The tension was palpable.

Suddenly, little Ava tugged at her hand again, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "Auntie Ava, I drew another picture!" she declared, handing her a crayon drawing of a figure standing tall with a sword. "That’s you saving everyone again!"

Ava thanked her, holding onto the drawing as if it were a lifeline.

Jess, her voice trembling, took a deep breath. "Ava, I need to tell you something. I should have said it years ago, but I didn’t know how. I left the squad because—"

Miko gently tried to interject, "Jess, maybe we should—"

"No," Jess insisted, her voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes. "I can’t keep this inside any longer. Ava, I never wanted to abandon you or the team. I thought—"

Ava’s voice, cold and cutting, interrupted her. "You thought? You thought and Ren paid the price for it." Her words hung in the air, heavy with accusation.

Tears streamed down Jess’s face. "Is that really what you think happened? That I wanted Ren to die? You weren’t the only one who lost him, Ava. I’ve lived with that guilt every day."

Talon stood up, his voice calm but firm. "Ava, that’s not fair. It wasn’t just your loss. We all lost him."

But Ava couldn’t listen. She stood abruptly, her chair scraping harshly against the floor as she stormed toward the door. The air outside was cool and still, but it did little to calm the storm raging within her.

Little Ava, sensing the tension, followed her outside. "Auntie Ava, are you leaving now? Did I make you sad?" she asked, her innocent voice breaking through the silence.

Ava knelt down, pulling the child into a hug. "No, sweetie, you didn’t make me sad. Sometimes grown-ups just have things they need to talk about."

Little Ava looked up at her with wide eyes. "Are you going to leave like you did last time?"

Ava’s heart clenched at the question, the weight of the past pressing down on her. "No, sweetheart. I’m not leaving yet," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

"Promise?" the little girl asked, holding up a pinky finger.

Ava smiled through the ache in her chest, linking her pinky with the child’s. "Promise."

Just as she was about to turn back toward the house, a thought crossed her mind. She looked down at Little Ava, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "Hey, how old are you now?"

Proudly, the little girl held up four fingers. "I’m four!"

The realization hit Ava like a wave, her heart tightening as she pieced together the timeline. Four years... The same amount of time since Ren's death, since Jess left the squad. It all started to make sense—too much sense.

Holding little Ava close, she took a deep breath, her mind swirling with emotion.

Chapter 96:

As Ava re-entered the house, holding little Ava close, the gravity of her realization weighed heavily on her shoulders. The soft hum of conversation inside the house died down as soon as she stepped through the doorway. Jess, her face tear-streaked and visibly shaken, looked up from the table. Her eyes met Ava’s, wide with uncertainty and years of hurt, her hands trembling as they rested in her lap.

The room seemed to hold its breath, every eye watching as Ava slowly approached Jess. No one moved, no one spoke. Talon stood in the corner, his usual joking demeanor replaced by quiet concern. Miko, who had been hovering near Jess, remained still, his eyes flicking between the two women, unsure of what was about to unfold.

Ava stopped in front of Jess, her emotions churning beneath the surface. The woman she had blamed for so long, the woman she believed had abandoned them—was the same woman who had silently carried the heaviest burden of them all.

Without a word, Ava extended her arms and pulled Jess into a tight embrace. The years of distance, the bitterness, and the pain that had hung between them melted away in that single moment. Jess, stunned, hesitated only for a heartbeat before wrapping her arms around Ava, clutching her as if the years of misunderstanding might swallow them both whole.

Ava’s voice, thick with tears, cracked as she whispered into Jess’s ear, "I’m so, so sorry, Jess. I didn’t know... I didn’t understand." Her throat tightened as she fought to keep her emotions in check, but the floodgates had opened, and the years of grief and anger poured out. "If I had known, I would have never blamed you."

The room remained utterly still, the only sounds were the soft sobs shared between the two women as they clung to one another. It was a moment of healing, raw and profound, as years of pain and misunderstanding were laid bare and released.

Jess, her voice muffled by the crook of Ava’s shoulder, whispered, "How did you...?"

Ava pulled back slightly, just enough to meet Jess’s tearful gaze. Her arms still wrapped around her friend, and with her other hand holding onto little Ava, she smiled through her own tears. "This little one here," she said, her voice trembling as she glanced down at the child who had unknowingly brought them all back together. "She’s a smart cookie—counted right up to four for me."

Ava's breath hitched, the reality of it all settling in as she looked at Jess again. "Four years," she whispered, the realization dawning with heartbreaking clarity. "Jess... Ren died four and a half years ago." The weight of those words hung in the air, the unspoken truth finally coming to light.

Jess’s face crumpled as fresh tears spilled down her cheeks. She nodded, her voice barely more than a broken whisper. "I was pregnant with her when we went on that mission, Ava... I was terrified. If something happened to me...." Her voice cracked as she struggled to continue. "I couldn’t risk it. I thought—I thought leaving was the best way to protect her, to protect all of you. I didn’t know it would cost us so much."

Ava’s heart twisted with the revelation, her grip on Jess tightening as she pulled her friend close again. "You don’t have to explain anymore," she whispered, her voice thick with regret. "Not to me, not after this."

They stayed like that for a long moment, both women holding onto each other as if the world might fall apart if they let go. Miko stepped forward quietly, his hand resting on Ava’s shoulder in silent support. He didn’t need to say anything—his presence was enough. He had lost Ren too, but more than that, he had stood by Jess, knowing the secret she had carried all these years.

Ava pulled back, her eyes red but filled with a new understanding. She glanced around the room, taking in the cozy home, the warmth that Jess and Miko had built together. Her gaze softened as she looked at little Ava, the embodiment of the love and sacrifice that had driven Jess’s choice. "Look at what you’ve done," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, awe creeping into her tone. "You’ve built something beautiful here. You gave her a life."

Jess wiped her tears, nodding. "I just never wanted to lose any more of you."

Miko, his own eyes misty, spoke up. "You’re part of this family, Ava. You always have been, and you always will be."

The atmosphere shifted, the heaviness lifting as the room seemed to exhale with relief. Talon, sensing the change, grinned and clapped his hands together, breaking the tension with his usual good-natured teasing. "Well, now that we’re done with the group hug," he said, raising his glass with a cheeky grin, "how about we celebrate?"

Miko moved to retrieve a dusty bottle of whiskey from the cupboard, holding it up triumphantly. "I’ve been saving this for the day we all got back together."

Ava groaned, her voice a mix of amusement and warning. "Oh no, no more drinking for me. Not after last night."

Talon chuckled, leaning in with a mischievous smile. "Oh come on, blondie. We haven’t even toasted to baby Talon properly yet."

Jess laughed softly, her arm still around Ava as they moved back to the table. "I think you’ve earned it," she said with a grin, her tone lighter now.

The glasses were poured, and Lucas, ever the sentimental one, raised his drink first. "To Ren," he said, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. "To the brother we lost, but who’s always with us."

The room grew solemn as they lifted their glasses in unison. "To Ren," they echoed, the weight of their loss shared in that silent moment.

Talon, ever the optimist, lifted his glass again with a wide smile. "And to family," he said, his voice warm and sincere. "Because no matter what, we’re still together."

"To family," they all repeated, their voices stronger this time, filled with love, healing, and the promise of moving forward together.

And as the night wore on, laughter returned to the room, the darkness of the past replaced by the light of newfound understanding and forgiveness.

Chapter 97: Unwanted Visitors.

The next morning, the marketplace bustled with life as traders set up their stalls, and locals moved through the square, gathering their daily supplies. Miko stood in the midst of it all, scanning the crowd, his eyes sharp as he observed the flow of people. Everything seemed routine at first glance, but something felt off.

Ava joined him, her expression equally wary. "Seen anything that stands out?" she asked, her voice low but firm.

Miko nodded subtly towards two groups of men lingering near opposite ends of the square. "Those two groups... they’re too coordinated for random passersby. Definitely not locals."

Ava followed his gaze, her brow furrowing as she watched the men exchange quick, subtle signals between them. "Looks like scouts," she murmured. "Let’s find out what they’re up to." Her voice was calm, but there was an unmistakable edge of determination as she gave Miko a look that said she was ready for anything.

With practiced ease, Ava approached the first group, her posture relaxed but her instincts razor-sharp. "Good morning, gentlemen," she greeted with a polite smile. "Can I help you with something?"

One of the men, tall and broad-shouldered, eyed her suspiciously before muttering, "No, we’re just passing through."

Ava’s smile didn’t waver. "If you need anything, you know where to find me," she said, her tone friendly but carrying an underlying authority.

Another man, emboldened by the false sense of confidence that comes with being in a group, smirked and leered at her. "Oh, I know where to find you," he said, his tone dripping with condescension.

Unfazed, Ava nodded politely and turned back toward Miko, who was already watching the second group inching closer to the north wall—the weakest point in the town’s defenses. "They're armed and heading for the wall," Miko said, his voice low but tense.

"They’re scouting our defenses," Ava concluded, her expression hardening. "Let’s intercept them."

They moved quickly but quietly, cutting through the crowd until they reached the men near the wall. The men were clearly assessing the ongoing repairs, their eyes scanning every detail of the construction.

Before Ava could speak, the first group of men from the square approached from behind. "Oi, Sentinel," one of them called out, his voice laced with mockery. "How about you take me for a drink?"

Miko, standing a few steps away, muttered under his breath, "This isn't going to end well for them."

Ava didn’t flinch. She turned slowly, her expression calm but her eyes sharp as steel. "No thanks, you're not my type," she replied coolly.

Undeterred, the man grabbed her arm, his grip firm and insistent. "Don’t be like that, blondie," he sneered.

Ava’s smile faded, replaced by a look of cold resolve. In one swift motion, she twisted free from his grasp, her movements so fast that he had no time to react before she flipped him over, sending him crashing to the ground. He hit the dirt hard, gasping for breath, his face pale with shock.

His companion, anger flashing in his eyes, pulled a knife and lunged at Ava. But she was already moving. With the ease of a seasoned warrior, she sidestepped the attack, disarmed him with a fluid motion, and twisted his arm behind his back, forcing him to his knees.

"Get off me, you blonde bitch!" the man screamed, writhing in pain.

Ava leaned down, her voice calm but dangerous. "That was the wrong word." With a sharp twist, she snapped his arm. The sickening crack echoed through the market, followed by the man’s agonized scream.

By the time Miko returned, dragging the other two men from the marketplace, Ava had already subdued the first two. He forced the new arrivals to kneel beside their injured comrades, the fear in their eyes palpable. "Start talking," Ava demanded, standing over them with the calm authority of someone in complete control. "Or next, I break more than just arms."

The tension in the air was thick as the traders and locals looked on, silent and watchful. The once-bustling marketplace had ground to a halt, all eyes on Ava and the scene unfolding before them. Her display of force was as much a message to the residents of Green Arbor as it was to the scouts. This was her town to protect, and she wouldn’t tolerate any threats.

In the dusty outskirts of the market square, the three men knelt in front of Ava, their bodies tense and fearful under her piercing gaze. The crowd watched in hushed silence, the tension almost suffocating as Ava’s authority bore down on the would-be intruders.

"I'm not going to ask again," Ava stated, her voice low and menacing. She stepped closer, her presence looming over the men like a shadow.

One of the men, defiant despite the situation, spat at the ground near her feet. "I’m not scared of you," he sneered, his bravado faltering as his companions shot him uneasy glances.

Miko, standing off to the side with his arms crossed, shook his head slowly. "You guys never learn, do you?"

Without hesitation, Ava moved. She grabbed the arm of the man next to the spitter and twisted it sharply. The sickening crack of breaking bone filled the air, followed by a scream of pure agony. The crowd flinched, but no one stepped forward to help. They all knew better.

"Okay, that’s two arms down," Ava said calmly, her tone almost casual. "Feel like talking yet?"

The third man, visibly trembling now, stammered, "I—I can’t... they'll kill me if I talk."

"What do you think she'll do?" Miko replied dryly, nodding toward Ava, who had already stepped forward, her boot pressing down on the third man’s leg, just enough to make him wince in pain.

"You don’t need to walk to talk, do you?" Ava mused darkly, her eyes cold and calculating.

The man, his fear now overtaking any loyalty he might have had, looked up at Miko desperately. "Please... I can’t—"

"Left or right?" Ava interrupted, drawing her sword with a smooth, menacing motion. The blade caught the light, gleaming dangerously in the morning sun.

The man blinked in confusion. "What?"

Ava stepped closer, raising her sword slightly. "Hold out your right arm," she ordered, her voice calm but deadly.

Panic flashed across the man’s face as he realized she wasn’t bluffing. He turned to Miko, his voice rising in desperation. "You can’t let her do this!"

Miko’s expression was impassive, his arms still crossed as he watched the scene unfold. "I’d listen to her if I were you. She won’t ask again."

Trembling, the man extended his arm reluctantly, tears welling up in his eyes. Ava raised her sword, the blade poised to strike. As she brought it down in a swift chopping motion, the man screamed, "Wait, wait! Okay, okay, I’ll talk!"

Ava stopped her sword just inches from his arm, tapping it playfully against his hand. "Well, that wasn’t so hard, was it?" she said with a smirk, sheathing her sword.

Miko stepped forward, hauling the man to his feet. "Let’s go have a chat," he said, dragging the terrified man toward the Sentinel post.

Ava turned her attention to the last of the trio, who was beginning to regain consciousness. His head lolled to the side as he groaned, confused and dazed. "What... what’s happening?"

"Back to sleep," Ava said nonchalantly, striking him on the back of the head with the flat of her blade. He slumped forward, unconscious once again.

The crowd murmured amongst themselves, their fear and respect for Ava palpable as they watched her with a mixture of awe and wariness. This wasn’t just a display of force—it was a reminder to anyone thinking of causing trouble in Green Arbor. Ava was here, and she would do whatever it took to protect the town.

As the two remaining men nursed their injuries, one of them muttered bitterly, "You’re so mean."

Ava smirked, her gaze still sharp and unyielding. "Yep. Remember it."

Chapter 98:

The mood was lighter now, but the seriousness of their situation lingered in the back of their minds as Ava and Miko made their way through the bustling marketplace. Traders were beginning to resume their normal activities, though there was a noticeable shift in the atmosphere—a quiet, almost reverent acknowledgment of what had just transpired. Eyes followed Ava as she walked past, her presence a comforting reminder that Green Arbor was protected.

Miko glanced at her as they continued their patrol, a smile tugging at his lips. "You know, they’re all talking about you now. Word spreads quickly in a place like this."

Ava chuckled, her gaze sweeping over the people as they bowed their heads slightly in greeting. "I’m not surprised. It’s always a bit of a shock when you put the fear of god into a few troublemakers."

As they approached the Sentinel post, Talon stood waiting outside, leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed and a mock frown on his face. "I hear I missed out on all the fun."

Ava gave him a playful punch on the arm. "It wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle, Talon. Just a little... *conversation* with some unwelcome guests."

Miko laughed, adding, "Yeah, by the time she was done, they were begging to leave town."

Talon straightened up and stretched, feigning disappointment. "And here I thought I’d at least get to crack a few heads. You’ve gone soft, Ava."

Ava shot him a look of mock indignation. "Soft? I could still take you down in my sleep."

"Keep telling yourself that, blondie," Talon teased. The banter between them was effortless, a reminder of the deep bond forged over years of shared experiences and battles.

As they walked into the post, the conversation shifted back to strategy. The map of the surrounding area was spread out on the table, and Talon immediately pointed to a section marked with red circles. "There’s been increased activity here, near the southern woods. I’ll take a scouting team and check it out. If they’re planning an attack, this is the most likely spot they’ll set up camp."

Ava nodded, her expression serious once again. "Do it. Meanwhile, we’ll shore up defenses here and make sure the militia is ready."

Miko, standing beside her, crossed his arms and looked at the map. "We’ve got a few weak points along the north wall, but we’re working on reinforcing it. The real concern is the civilians. If things go south, we need a solid evacuation plan."

Ava’s gaze shifted to Miko, her tone thoughtful. "What’s the contingency plan for the civilians?"

Miko tapped a spot on the map, where small markers indicated hidden entrances. "Underground tunnels. They’re old, but still functional. Heavy gates lock them off, and they lead out past the town perimeter. The militia knows where the access points are, but we’ve kept it quiet to avoid panic."

Ava nodded, satisfied. "Good. We’ll inspect those next. If they’re as secure as you say, that’ll buy us time if things get messy."

Talon grinned, leaning back against the table. "And you, blondie, watching over the market again? After today’s little show, I doubt anyone’s going to test their luck."

Ava smirked. "We’ll see. I’ve learned not to underestimate stupidity."

Talon laughed, nudging her playfully. "Left or right?"

Ava rolled her eyes, recalling the earlier interrogation. "Actually, one of them nearly wet himself when I asked that."

Miko raised an eyebrow, amused. "You really have a way with people."

As they made their way out of the post, the weight of what lay ahead settled over them. The light-hearted banter faded, replaced by a shared understanding of the seriousness of the situation. Green Arbor was a small town, but it was clear that whatever came next could define its survival.

"Let’s hope that scouting mission turns up something useful," Miko said quietly as they walked.

"It will," Ava replied, her tone confident yet grim. "And if it doesn’t, we’ll be ready regardless."

Talon clapped a hand on Miko’s shoulder as they headed off in different directions. "You worry too much. Between the three of us, we’ve got this covered."

Miko gave a half-smile but didn’t seem entirely convinced. "I just don’t want to take any chances."

Ava nodded in agreement, her mind already turning to the next steps. The raiders were probing, testing their defenses. But the moment they crossed the line, they would be met with more than just a few broken arms.

The sun was setting as they completed their rounds, casting long shadows over the marketplace. Ava’s thoughts drifted to the townspeople, to the families who were counting on her, on them, to keep this place safe. She wouldn’t let them down.

And as the night began to fall, the three Sentinels prepared for the inevitable storm.

Chapter 99: Eli.

Ava’s morning patrol led her through the vibrant heart of Green Arbor’s bustling marketplace. The sun had only just risen, casting a warm golden hue across the busy stalls where vendors called out, eager to attract the attention of passersby. The air was thick with the aromas of freshly baked bread, spiced meats, and the sharp scent of herbs and flowers that adorned many of the trader's booths.

Stopping by an elderly trader’s stall, Ava was greeted with the kind smile of a woman who had likely seen more than a few generations pass through her stall. Her hands, worn from years of labor, offered Ava a sprig of rosemary. "For luck, Miss Sentinel. A little protection never hurts," the trader said warmly.

Ava smiled, her eyes soft with gratitude as she declined gently. "Thank you, but save it for someone who needs it more. Your kindness is protection enough." She rested her hand briefly on the woman’s shoulder, appreciating the sentiment.

As she moved deeper into the marketplace, a flock of children trailed behind her like mischievous shadows, giggling as they followed in her wake. Ava, ever alert yet playful, would whirl around suddenly, feigning a startle that sent them scattering, shrieks of laughter filling the air. These light moments reminded her why she loved her role as Sentinel. Yes, there were the dangers and the constant watchfulness, but moments like these? They grounded her.

Spotting an empty crate near a vendor’s cart, Ava took a brief seat, allowing herself a moment to survey the marketplace. She watched the townspeople barter, chatter, and bustle about their daily routines, all under the quiet watch of the Sentinel post in the distance. Her peaceful observation was interrupted by the cautious approach of a young man about her age, his expression serious yet undercut by a trace of unease.

"Hi, Miss Sentinel," he said, clearly trying to sound confident but faltering slightly under Ava’s sharp but not unkind gaze.

Ava tilted her head slightly, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Hello there. How can I assist you today?"

The man cleared his throat, standing a little taller as he introduced himself. "I'm Eli," he said, the name coming out quickly as if rehearsed. "And, well... I want to join the militia. I figure with everything going on, it’s about time I stepped up to help protect the town."

Ava’s smile broadened, her voice carrying a note of encouragement. "That’s a commendable decision, Eli. We could certainly use more people willing to stand for the community. Miko’s handling new recruits; you can leave your details with him at the Sentinel post."

Eli’s eyes lit up, pride gradually replacing his earlier hesitance. "Will you be training us?" he asked, his voice a little bolder now. "I've heard about your... expertise."

Ava chuckled softly, the amusement reaching her eyes. "I might be. You got any particular skills, or are you just eager to learn?"

Eli grinned, his initial nervousness melting away. "I’m just eager to learn, especially if it’s from someone like you."

"Good attitude," Ava nodded, approving. "Training’s tough, but it’s worth it."

"Thank you, Ava," Eli said, his tone filled with genuine admiration before he turned and began to blend back into the crowd, casting one last glance her way as he left.

Moments later, Jess appeared at her side, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like you’ve gained another admirer," she teased lightly, nudging Ava with her elbow.

Ava rolled her eyes playfully. "He’s keen on joining the militia, wants to help protect the town."

Jess crossed her arms, a knowing smile spreading across her face. "I’m sure he does. Who wouldn’t want to be trained by the legendary Ava?"

Ava groaned dramatically. "Oh, don’t you start with that."

Jess laughed, her gaze softening. "Speaking of legends, how about you join me for dinner tonight? I promise it won’t be as intense as militia training."

Ava smiled, the warmth in her chest undeniable as she considered Jess’s offer. "Dinner sounds perfect, Jess. After all, I could use a quiet evening after dealing with eager recruits."

As they parted ways, Ava continued her patrol, feeling lighter than she had in days. The responsibilities of being a Sentinel were ever-present, but for a brief moment, the weight of it didn’t seem so heavy. The marketplace, with its vibrant life and simple joys, reminded her that, despite the danger, there was always something worth protecting—something worth fighting for.

Chapter 100: Each One is a Story.

The warmth of Jess and Miko's home was a stark contrast to the gritty marketplace Ava had just left behind. Toys littered the floor, and colorful drawings were taped haphazardly to the fridge, creating an atmosphere of comfortable chaos. The room was alive with the sounds of family—little Ava's excited chatter, the clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen, and the soft hum of conversation. It was a world away from the order and discipline of the Sentinel post.

As soon as Ava stepped through the door, she was greeted by the high-pitched, gleeful shout of "Auntie Ava!" Little Ava dashed across the room, flinging herself into her aunt’s legs, her small arms squeezing tightly in a warm embrace.

Ava couldn’t help but grin, lifting the child into the air with ease. "That’s right, kiddo, but let’s leave the sword-swinging to me, okay?" she teased, giving her niece a gentle tickle that elicited a burst of giggles.

Jess, watching the scene unfold from the doorway, chuckled. "You should probably de-rig in the guest room before you start any sword lessons. You know how she gets around sharp objects."

Ava shot Jess a playful wink. "Wouldn't want to leave the little one with any battle scars of her own," she quipped, setting her niece down gently before making her way to the bedroom to stow her gear.

Inside the guest room, Ava placed her sword and vest on the bed with practiced precision. As she peeled off her protective layers, revealing the crisscrossing tapestry of scars that decorated her back and torso, the door creaked open slightly.

Jess stepped in, her eyes widening as she took in the sight of Ava's battle-worn body. "Jesus, Ava," she whispered, her voice filled with both awe and a deep, quiet concern. "I didn’t realize just how many…"

Each scar told a story, some long healed, others still faintly pink, etched with the memories of battles fought and lives saved. Ava ran a finger absentmindedly over a jagged scar on her arm, one of many that had become a part of her over the years.

"This one?" Ava said, breaking the silence. "Got it while covering Talon’s back. Close call."

Jess moved closer, her fingertips lightly tracing one of the deeper marks across Ava's side. "It looks... painful."

Ava nodded, her voice quiet yet steady. "It was. But they all serve as reminders of what we're fighting for. Every one of them tells a story—of comrades, of victories, and of sacrifices."

Jess's gaze lingered on the scars for a moment longer before meeting Ava's eyes, filled with admiration and sadness. "I wish you didn’t have so many stories to tell."

Ava smiled softly, pulling her shirt back on. "It's part of the job, Jess. We all carry our marks, whether they're visible or not."

Jess gave a small nod, her expression softening. "Well, come on, before little Ava sends a search party after us. She thinks we’ve disappeared."

Together, they rejoined the family in the kitchen, where the warm, comforting smells of dinner hung in the air, mixing with the sounds of clinking plates and Miko’s lighthearted banter. Little Ava ran circles around the table, pretending to be a Sentinel on patrol, much to everyone's amusement.

Ava, taking in the scene, felt a rare moment of peace settle over her. This—this was why she fought. For the families, for the laughter, for the simple joy of sitting around a dinner table, safe from the dangers of the outside world.

The warmth of the evening wrapped itself around the dinner table, where the sounds of laughter and soft music blended with the clinking of silverware. Baby Talon, nestled in Miko's arms, cooed softly, while little Ava continued her usual bustling around, showing off her latest drawings to anyone willing to pay attention.

Jess, seated beside Ava, gently squeezed her hand. "You know we all worry about you, right?" Her voice was soft but laced with deep concern, the kind of worry only someone who loved you like family could express.

Ava gave a reassuring smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "There’s no need. I’m good, Jess. I’m safe." But even as she said it, her gaze drifted toward the window, as if some part of her remained miles away, wandering the roads she had spent years walking alone.

Miko chuckled, but the look he gave Ava was weighted with the same unspoken concern. "I never told Jess the details of your missions because, if I had, she would’ve jumped on a horse and tracked you down," Miko teased gently, but the slight tremble in Jess’s smile told a different story—one of nights spent worrying, waiting for news.

Ava’s face softened, a rare moment of vulnerability flickering across her features. "Seeing your life here, Jess... what you and Miko have built... it’s good. This is your best life." She glanced around the room, her gaze lingering on baby Talon, whose little fingers were wrapped around Miko’s shirt. "That life out there, the constant moving, it’s not for you."

Jess smiled wistfully, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and sorrow. "It wasn't for me. But it’s all you know now, isn’t it?"

Ava, her face cast in the flickering light of the fire, paused. "Before Ethan found me, before the Sentinels, I lived in a tiny village. We didn’t know anything about the Wastes or the world outside. It was as if nothing else existed." Ava’s voice held a distant quality, her mind clearly far from the cozy dinner table.

Jess leaned in closer, listening intently. Ava rarely opened up about her life before becoming a Sentinel. "What made you leave?" she asked gently, sensing Ava was on the edge of something long buried.

Ava took a deep breath, her gaze shifting momentarily to little Ava, who was now snuggled up on her mother’s lap, drifting off to sleep. "I left because I couldn’t stay. My village... they saw the world differently. I wanted more, something beyond the boundaries I was born into. And Ethan—he gave me that." Her voice grew quieter. "But there are days when I wonder what it would have been like if I’d stayed. If I’d never known what the world really was."

Jess reached out and covered Ava's hand with hers. "It’s okay. Thank you for sharing that, Ava. I know it’s hard for you to talk about the past."

Ava smiled sadly. "Some parts, yeah. But I’ve made my peace with it. Still, seeing you here, seeing this family..." She trailed off, glancing at baby Talon who now slept peacefully against Miko’s chest. "It makes me think."

Miko gently stood up, carefully carrying baby Talon to his crib. He sat back down, watching Ava with a look of soft understanding. "We worry about you, Ava. The Ronin life suits you because you don’t have to stop. You don’t have to stay long enough to make friends, or..." He hesitated, but Jess finished for him.

"Or to find someone," Jess said quietly, her eyes filled with compassion.

Ava chuckled, though the sound was more melancholic than humorous. "The Ronin life isn’t exactly built for settling down. Can you imagine me dragging little Ava or this little one across the Wastes?" she asked, gesturing to baby Talon with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Jess grinned, but there was a tenderness in her gaze. "No, but I can imagine you here, with us. We’d make room for you. You’ll always have a home here, Ava. Always."

Ava’s throat tightened, and for a moment, she couldn’t find the words. She turned to little Ava, now fast asleep on Jess’s lap, her tiny fingers curled around a blanket. "I’ve got you guys," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You’re my family, Jess. I don’t need more than that."

Jess’s hand squeezed hers gently. "This will always be your home, Ava. And you’ll always be welcome here. But I need you to promise me something," she said, her voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Promise me that one day, you’ll leave the ghosts behind. That you’ll stop wandering those roads alone and come home."

Ava tried to laugh it off, but the weight of Jess’s words settled heavily in the room. "You’re starting to sound a lot like Lucas," she said, though her voice lacked its usual teasing lilt.

Jess smiled, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "We just love you, Ava. And this little one?" She glanced at littleAva, now nestled comfortably in her lap. "She needs her Auntie Ava around. Not just dropping by every few months. She needs to know you’ll always come back."

Ava’s throat tightened further, and she nodded, though her voice was thick with emotion. "I can’t promise that," she admitted quietly, her heart aching with the truth of her own wandering soul. "But I’ll try. I’ll try."

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, the warmth of the room wrapping around them like a protective cocoon. For the first time in a long while, Ava felt something stir inside her—something that felt a little like hope, a little like home.

As the night grew late, Jess stood, gently placing little Ava in her bed, tucking her in with a tender kiss.

Ava watched them, the family she had been a part of, yet separate from for so long. Jess returned to the table, her eyes meeting Ava’s. "This is your family too, Ava. Always has been, always will be."

Ava smiled softly, a tear finally slipping down her cheek. "I know, Jess. I know."

And for the first time in years, as she sat in the warmth of their home, Ava felt like maybe—just maybe—she had a place where she could stop running.

Chapter 101:

Several days passed since the raider scouts were driven out of Green Arbor, and life slowly returned to its usual rhythm. Every morning, the market buzzed with the familiar sounds of traders hawking their goods and the clatter of carts as hunters and travelers passed through the gates. With Lucas now in Green Arbor, the children attended school regularly, eagerly soaking up lessons about the basics, as well as their rich history.

Talon had just returned from a scouting mission to the raiders' camp near Green Arbor. He brought back reassuring news: the raiders seemed to be moving on, at least for now. During a morning meeting with Ava and Talon, Miko breathed a sigh of relief but reminded them that they couldn’t afford to let their guard down. "We may have dodged a bullet this time, but we need to stay sharp," he said, the lines of concern on his face softened by a momentary smile. He added a few new members to the militia, ensuring the town’s defenses would be reinforced. Meanwhile, the focus shifted towards preparations for the annual community celebration.

Ava, who had taken to sitting on her familiar perch of crates in the market during her patrols, became a fixture in the town. People regularly stopped by to chat, offer meals, or simply share a laugh with her. Even Eli, who had recently joined the militia, would offer her a shy smile as he passed by, still awestruck by the presence of the Sentinel who had quickly earned the community's respect.

As dusk settled over Green Arbor, casting long shadows over Jess and Miko’s home, the friends gathered around the dinner table. The scent of home-cooked food filled the air, mingling with laughter and the sound of playful banter. Talon, Ava, and the rest of the group were settled comfortably, reminiscing about old stories and future plans. Little Ava giggled from her spot on her mother’s lap, while baby Talon babbled from Miko’s arms, a joyful addition to the warmth of the room.

Talon, his usual mischievous glint in his eye, leaned forward with an exaggeratedly curious look. "So, what’s this celebration all about, then? Is it just an excuse to make me dance again?" he teased.

Miko and Jess exchanged a knowing glance before Jess grinned. "It’s more than that," she explained. "It’s our community's annual celebration. We lock the gates, light up the square, and everyone comes together. There’s music, dancing, games… a time for everyone to let loose a little."

Talon feigned shock. "Games? As long as it’s not singing, I’m in," he quipped, winking at Ava.

Before Ava could reply, little Ava perked up, her eyes wide with innocent curiosity. "Auntie Ava, can you sing?" she asked, her voice full of wonder.

Ava smiled, ruffling the young girl's hair. "No singing tonight, little one," she said with a chuckle. "Besides, Uncle Talon doesn’t want to hear me sing."

The table erupted into laughter, Talon playfully dodging the blame. "It’s not that! I’m just worried you’d put the rest of us to shame," he joked, earning another round of laughs.

As the conversation drifted to lighter topics, Lucas leaned over to little Ava, a smile on his face. "So, how’s school going? You like learning from your Uncle Lucas?"

Little Ava nodded excitedly, her face lighting up. "Yes! I’m learning a lot! But I really like it when Auntie Ava and Uncle Talon teach me fighting!" she exclaimed with enthusiasm.

Ava exchanged an amused glance with Talon, trying not to laugh. "You’ll be a Sentinel in no time, little one," Ava said proudly.

Miko, overhearing the comment from the kitchen, chuckled. "You two are worse than the kids," he teased, placing a kiss on Jess’s forehead as he passed by.

"Better us than someone else," Talon joked, grinning as he reached over to poke little Ava, causing her to squeal with delight. "I’ll have her teaching me tricks soon enough."

Jess, pretending to be shocked, shot Ava a playful glare. "I can’t believe you let her in on your secrets already," she teased.

"I told you, no bad words!" Miko called from the kitchen, laughing as he overheard the exchange.

Lucas, shaking his head with a smile, chimed in, "If we’re not careful, we’re going to have two sword-wielding hunters running around this village in no time."

Ava grinned mischievously. "Well, she’s got good teachers," she said, ruffling little Ava’s hair as the young girl beamed up at her.

As the evening grew darker, the atmosphere mellowed into a comfortable hum of contentment. Jess, Talon, and Ava leaned back in their chairs, their plates empty but their hearts full. Little Ava, now exhausted, snuggled into Ava lap, her eyelids growing heavy as baby Talon slept soundly in his crib.

"So, when’s this celebration?" Talon asked, his curiosity piqued again. "I need to know when to get my dancing boots out."

Jess laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Tomorrow night. And yes, there will be dancing, games, and a chance for everyone to have some fun. Even you, Talon."

Ava leaned back in her chair, a smile playing on her lips as she watched her friends. For the first time in a while, she felt a sense of peace—a moment where the weight of her responsibilities didn’t press down so heavily on her shoulders.

As the night wound down, Ava and Talon bid their friends goodnight. Their voices and laughter echoed through the streets as they left Jess and Miko’s home, the warmth of family and friendship following them into the cool night air.

Chapter 102: The Day of the Celebration.

The morning sun bathed Green Arbor in a golden hue, casting long shadows across the marketplace, which buzzed with more excitement than usual. Unlike the practical hustle of regular market days, today the air was alive with anticipation. Stalls that usually held vegetables and tools were instead overflowing with brightly colored decorations, handcrafted trinkets, and mouthwatering treats. The rich scent of spiced meats grilling on open fires mingled with the sweet aroma of freshly baked goods, while laughter and chatter echoed through the air. Workers were assembling a stage at the far end of the square, their voices calling out directions as they secured beams and tested the sound system for the band set to play later that evening.

Ava stood at the entrance to the marketplace, her arms crossed as she surveyed the scene, her sharp eyes taking in every detail. The sense of festivity was contagious, and though she tried to maintain her usual stoic demeanor, she couldn’t help but feel a flicker of warmth at the sight of the community coming together. It was a far cry from the chaos she was used to—a welcome change, though unfamiliar in its peacefulness.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of familiar footsteps. Miko and Lucas approached, both wearing matching grins that told Ava they were more than ready for the day’s festivities.

“All the gates will be locked down within the next hour,” Miko reported, his gaze sweeping over the scene, the lines of responsibility evident on his face, even amidst the excitement. “The guys at the hydro plant said we’ll have enough power to keep the lights on all night—and maybe even extra, if we’re lucky.”

Lucas chuckled, nudging Miko with his elbow. “Seriously, Miko, at this point, why not just run for mayor? You’re practically running the whole town.”

Miko shrugged, but a content smile tugged at his lips as he glanced around at the lively scene. “I’m happy being a Sentinel. Protecting Jess, the kids, and this town? That’s a full-time job already.”

Ava nodded, her eyes following the movement of children darting between the stalls, their laughter ringing out like music. “You’ve built something good here,” she remarked quietly, her tone uncharacteristically soft.

Shifting the mood, Miko turned to Ava with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Speaking of Jess, she wanted me to ask if you have something to wear tonight. If not, she’s got a few things you could borrow.”

Ava, dressed in her usual sturdy Sentinel garb—Sentinel issue boots, tactical trousers, fitted jacket and rig—raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “You mean… wear this?” she gestured at herself, clearly unimpressed at the thought of anything else.

Miko and Lucas burst into laughter at the same time. “Even we get tonight off, Ava!” Lucas said, still chuckling. “Ava in a dress—that’s something I’d pay to see.”

Ava crossed her arms, her brow furrowing as she shot them both a glare. “And what happens if something goes wrong? If I need my gear?” she asked, her voice tight with practicality.

Miko waved her off, still smiling. “You can keep something on hand, just not your sword or pistol. The whole point of tonight is to let go for a little while.”

Lucas grinned, leaning in conspiratorially. “Don’t worry. We’ll make sure you’re armed with… what, a butter knife?”

Ava rolled her eyes, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I’m really not liking this idea,” she muttered under her breath.

They continued walking through the marketplace, their footsteps mingling with the sounds of laughter, clinking glasses, and merchants calling out their wares. The vibrant colors of the festival decorations glimmered in the morning sun, casting a surreal beauty over the town Ava had come to protect. Children ran by, weaving through the stalls, their joy contagious. Ava’s unease began to melt away, softened by the light-hearted banter of her friends and the sense of community that enveloped her.

For just one night, maybe she could set aside the weight of her responsibilities. After all, even the strongest protectors deserved a moment to breathe, to laugh, and to remember what it was they were fighting for.

Chapter 103:

A few hours later over at Jess and Miko’s house, Jess practically dragged Ava into the bedroom, eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh god, I’ve waited *years* to get you into something other than combats and tactical gear!" she exclaimed, unable to hide her excitement.

Ava sighed, already unbuckling her kit with a familiar motion, though the reluctance was clear in her tone. "Do I have to? I could just strip my kit down, like I do at dinner."

"Come on, de-rig and get all that equipment off. Tonight, no excuses!" Jess insisted, her grin broadening as she pulled out several dresses and hung them up on display.

Ava muttered under her breath as she tossed her vest onto the bed. "I haven’t worn a dress since I was twelve."

Just then, Little Ava, all wide eyes and curiosity, tugged at her aunt's leg. "You don’t think Auntie Ava needs to put on a dress, do you?"

With a cheeky grin, Ava knelt to eye level with her niece, hoping for backup. "Well? Do you think I need one?"

Little Ava’s response was immediate. "Yes! You will look *so pretty!*" The smile on the young girl's face was so bright that Ava’s resolve crumbled in an instant.

"Fine," Ava groaned, her voice laced with reluctant defeat. She pulled off her top and threw it onto the growing pile of gear on the bed.

Jess, unable to contain her laughter, shook her head as she pulled a dress from the rack. "I’ll never get used to seeing all that," she said softly, her eyes momentarily lingering on the crisscrossing scars that decorated Ava’s back.

Little Ava, ever curious, pointed to the jagged lines with wide-eyed wonder. "Auntie Ava, what are those marks?"

Ava grinned and growled playfully, scooping Little Ava up. "Oh, these? That’s where your Uncle Talon and I had to fight a pack of bears because we wanted to sleep in their cave."

Little Ava’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping in awe. "Wow!"

With a wink, Ava set her niece down and took the dress Jess handed her. "Didn't you ever play dress-up?" Jess asked, watching as Ava awkwardly inspected the soft fabric.

"Me and Talon swap kit sometimes, and I steal his coat—that’s the extent of it," Ava said, exhaling sharply as she slipped into the dress. She stared at herself in the mirror, a frown tugging at the corners of her mouth. *Who is this?* she thought, barely recognizing the reflection. "I feel stupid," she muttered.

Jess and Little Ava were not to be deterred. They clapped their hands, beaming with approval. "You look beautiful!" they exclaimed, their enthusiasm infectious.

"Now, we need to do your hair," Jess announced with a grin, already reaching for the hairbrush.

"Not the hair too..." Ava groaned, dragging her hand down her face as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders.

In the kitchen, Jess skillfully brushed and trimmed Ava’s hair, her expression fond. "I’ve always loved your hair," she mused, carefully snipping the ends. "So thick and healthy... even after all the rough-and-tumble life you’ve led."

Ava couldn’t help but chuckle. "All part of the Sentinel maintenance package, right?"

Just then, Miko walked in, and the sight stopped him dead in his tracks. Ava, in a dress, her hair done up... *what world had he just stepped into?* "Oh, hey wo—" His face flushed a deep red, and he quickly turned around, stammering. "Uh… sorry!"

Jess laughed, throwing a towel over Ava’s chest. "Relax, Miko. She’s got a bra on!"

Ava raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You act like you haven’t seen worse in the field."

Miko, still embarrassed, mumbled something about looking for Talon, and with a sheepish grin, he hurried out of the room.

"They’re as bad as each other," Jess said, shaking her head with a fond smile as she continued styling Ava’s hair.

Later, Ava stepped out of the room, her dress flowing as she moved. She felt out of place, but the smiles on Jess and Little Ava's faces reassured her.

"Oh my god, look at you!" Jess squealed, rushing over to adjust the hem.

Ava sighed, tugging at the dress. "Yeah, the shoes didn’t fit," she said, glancing down at her well-worn Sentinel boots.

"And where do I keep the knife?" she asked seriously, holding up a throwing knife, completely unfazed by the occasion.

Jess laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "Of course you’d ask that. Leave it to you to need a concealed weapon at a celebration."

Ava grinned, slipping the knife into her boot with practiced ease. "You never know."

For the first time in a long while, Ava allowed herself to relax, the warmth of her family and friends making her feel, if only for a night, like more than just a Sentinel.

Chapter 104: The Celebration Begins.

The night sky over Green Arbor twinkled with stars, nearly hidden by the vibrant strings of colorful lights crisscrossing the market square. The entire town had come alive, the buzz of laughter and music swirling through the air as the celebration kicked into full swing. Children ran between the legs of adults, darting through the crowd like fireflies, while stalls overflowed with spiced meats, warm sweets, and brightly colored crafts.

Ava, feeling uncharacteristically out of place in her dress, trailed slightly behind Jess, Miko, and the children, her gaze darting between the revelers. Even as her friends laughed and chatted, she couldn’t shake the awareness that tonight, she wasn’t in her usual Sentinel gear. The dress, while beautiful, felt like a costume—foreign on her skin. Her usual confidence was swapped for an unfamiliar vulnerability, and her Sentinel instincts stayed sharp, scanning the crowd for anything that might go wrong.

The music changed tempo, a more lively tune filling the night air. Just then, Talon and Lucas appeared, weaving through the crowd with mischievous grins. Talon, draped in Miko’s jacket and bouncing baby Talon in his arms, couldn’t resist. "Who's your friend? Nice boots," he teased, eyes gleaming as they landed on Ava’s sturdy Sentinel issue footwear that clashed with her elegant dress.

Ava rolled her eyes, raising her hand as if to smack him, but Talon was already backpedaling, grinning as he used the baby as a shield. "I’ve got the baby! You wouldn’t hit a man holding a baby, would you?" he called, laughter ringing out as he sidestepped her playful swat.

Little Ava had already spotted some friends and darted away, her giggles trailing behind her. Jess called after her, “Stay where I can see you!” but there was no real worry in her tone—the celebration felt like a safe bubble for once, where no threat lurked behind every corner.

Lucas, ever the quiet observer, approached Ava with a warm smile. "Wow," he said softly, his voice carrying a rare note of sincerity. "You look—"

"Stupid," Ava interrupted, her hands self-consciously smoothing the fabric of her dress.

Lucas chuckled, shaking his head. "No. You look different. But good different. It suits you."

Ava allowed herself a faint smile, though she wasn’t entirely convinced. The comfort of her usual armor was gone, leaving her feeling exposed in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

As they moved further into the celebration, Talon, his eyes lighting up, suddenly spotted a knife-throwing booth. Without a second thought, he started walking briskly toward it. Jess, watching him go, leaned toward Miko, her voice amused yet filled with concern. "You know he’s still got the baby, right?"

Miko's eyes widened as he groaned, already imagining the worst. "Oh god," he muttered, rubbing his face, "he's probably going to make the baby hold the targets." With a sigh of exasperation, he quickly jogged after Talon, calling out, "Talon! Don’t you dare!"

Ava and Jess dissolved into laughter, the light-heartedness of the moment washing away the tension of earlier. Jess, shaking her head, leaned toward Ava. "You see what I have to deal with?"

Ava, still chuckling, replied, "Honestly, I think it’s a miracle baby Talon hasn’t already been trained to throw knives."

The conversation was briefly interrupted by a man approaching with a smile. "May I add this flower to the prettiest girl here?" Before Ava could react, her Sentinel instincts flared. In one swift move, she grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and had him on his knees in seconds.

"Ava!" Jess exclaimed through laughter, realizing it was Eli.

Ava’s eyes widened in realization. "Oh my god, Eli, I’m so sorry!" she gasped, quickly helping him back to his feet.

Rubbing his arm but still smiling, Eli chuckled, "Note to self: never sneak up on you again."

Jess, clearly entertained, shook her head with a grin. "What a way to introduce yourself."

Eli, ever the good sport, held up the flower he'd intended to give her. "I was just trying to be nice. I didn’t expect an arm-twisting lesson."

Ava laughed awkwardly, her cheeks flushed. "Well, you know... reflexes. Comes with the job."

Eli, eyes twinkling with amusement, replied, "I’ll have to be more careful next time. You’re lethal."

Their exchange eased into friendly banter, the earlier tension dissolving into shared laughter. Seeing this, Jess decided to make her exit. "I’m going to find Miko and make sure Talon hasn’t set up a knife-throwing baby training camp. You two enjoy yourselves."

Ava barely had time to protest as Jess winked at Eli and disappeared into the crowd. Left alone in the festive swirl of people, Ava and Eli exchanged a glance, their earlier mishap now a funny memory. The air around them felt lighter, the celebration taking on a new meaning as they began to relax into each other's company.

Chapter 105:

The night air thrummed with life as the celebration continued in full swing. Music filled the space between bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses. Ava and Eli stood slightly apart from the bustling crowd, the energy around them infectious but still foreign to Ava in her dress.

Eli, emboldened by the festive atmosphere, turned to Ava with a playful glint in his eye. "So, do you dance?"

Ava’s hesitation was immediate, her usual confidence wavering slightly. "Oh, no, I don’t dance. Jess spent nearly ten years just trying to get me into a dress," she said, brushing off the idea with a self-deprecating chuckle.

"Ten years?" Eli echoed, raising his eyebrows. "Well, it was definitely worth the wait to see it," he added with a grin.

Ava, unused to such compliments, felt a rare warmth creeping up her neck. She allowed herself a small smile. "Thanks."

"Come on, just one dance?" Eli tried again, the hopeful look in his eyes hard to ignore.

But before Ava could fumble for another excuse, a tiny hand tugged at hers. "Auntie Ava! You have to come see this! Mummy says!" Little Ava’s voice broke through the moment, her urgency leaving no room for refusal.

"Saved by the bell," Ava chuckled, grateful for the interruption as she took Little Ava’s hand. "Lead the way, kiddo," she said, gesturing for Eli to follow.

They weaved through the crowd, the hum of conversation and laughter swirling around them like a comforting blanket. As they neared the booth, Ava could hear cheers and gasps of amazement. Rounding the corner, she spotted Talon at the knife-throwing stall, basking in the attention of the onlookers.

"Pick a number!" Talon called to the crowd, twirling a knife in his hand with exaggerated flair. Shouts of various numbers rang out, and Talon’s knives hit their marks each time, earning him applause with every perfect throw.

Ava crossed her arms, calling out teasingly, "Winning teddy bears again, Talon?"

Jess and Miko, standing nearby with their arms full of stuffed animals, both shouted back in unison, "No, no more!"

The booth owner, clearly enjoying the spectacle, grinned and raised the stakes. "Alright, folks! If anyone can beat this man, I’ll buy you a bottle of the finest wine!"

A murmur of excitement spread through the crowd. It wasn’t long before a familiar voice rang out confidently, "I’ll take that bet."

Heads turned, and Ava couldn’t help but smirk as Lucas stepped forward, looking as unassuming as ever, yet with a glint of mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, this’ll be fun," Talon grinned, rolling up his sleeves. "Alright, bookworm, I’ll even use my left hand and only two knives."

Talon’s throws were fast and fluid, his knives sticking into the target with precision. The crowd gasped in appreciation as the booth tender announced, "Ten points!"

Talon turned to Lucas with a wink. "Your turn, professor."

Lucas smiled, unfazed by the challenge. "It’s all in the wrist, right?" he said, taking his time with each throw. One, two, three—each knife hit dead center, the blades quivering as the crowd erupted in applause.

"Twelve points!" the booth tender shouted, wide-eyed with surprise.

Talon, ever the good sport, pulled Lucas into a hug. "Not bad, not bad. I’m glad you remembered what I taught you," he said with a laugh.

Lucas grinned. "Don’t worry. I’ll share the wine with you."

As the crowd cheered, Eli turned to Ava, eyes wide with amazement. "How does he know how to do that? He’s a teacher!"

Ava shrugged, her usual cool demeanor slipping into something more playful. "Sentinel training. Knife-throwing is basic stuff. Everyone learns it."

Just then, Little Ava tugged at her aunt’s dress. "Auntie Ava, will Uncle Talon teach me too?" she asked, her big eyes full of hope.

Ava knelt down to her level, giving her a conspiratorial wink. "Sure thing, but don’t tell your mummy."

Little Ava giggled, her hands covering her mouth in delight. Jess, who had overheard the exchange, shot Ava a playful glare from across the way. "I heard that!" she called out, shaking her head with mock disapproval.

Eli, watching the scene unfold, couldn’t help but laugh. "Talon teaching the kids, huh? I guess I’ll have to get in line."

Ava glanced at him, her guard slipping just a bit more. "Stick around long enough, and maybe I’ll teach you a thing or two," she said, her tone light but her words carrying an undercurrent of genuine warmth.

The moment hung between them, filled with the soft buzz of celebration and the laughter of the people they cared about. As Eli smiled back at her, Ava couldn’t help but feel that, for once, she was exactly where she needed to be.

Chapter 106:

The festival at Green Arbor was in full swing, a tapestry of warmth and joy woven into the very air. Strings of vibrant lanterns bathed the square in a soft, golden glow, highlighting the smiling faces of villagers as they moved between food stalls, challenge booths, and the dance floor. The mingling scents of roasted meats and blooming night flowers filled the air, while the music—a perfect blend of guitar strums and fiddle notes—set a charming, rustic backdrop.

As dusk settled, the Mayor stepped onto the stage, casting a calming hush over the crowd. His voice, steady and proud, carried across the square. "Thank you all for coming together to celebrate Green Arbor," he began, his smile wide and warm. "This past year brought its challenges, but also so much growth. And let’s not forget the new lives that have joined our family. We are a community that stands together, and tonight, we celebrate that strength."

The crowd cheered softly, and the mayor gave a nod to Lucas, who stepped forward to recount the town’s history. His voice, though calm, carried an underlying sense of pride and nostalgia. "From a small, vulnerable outpost to the thriving community we are today," Lucas narrated, his words painting a vivid picture of Green Arbor’s past resilience. "We’ve built something to be proud of, and it’s because we protect each other."

While Lucas spoke, Ava and Eli found themselves drifting away from the main crowd, their steps taking them to a quieter corner beneath the twinkling lights. Eli tentatively placed his hand on Ava’s back, but sensing her immediate stiffness, he quickly pulled away. Ava flashed him a soft smile, accompanied by an apologetic whisper. "Sorry, I’m not used to all this."

Eli’s grin returned, understanding clear in his eyes. "No worries, Ava. I get it," he said, his tone easy and warm. They settled into a comfortable rhythm of conversation, the music and chatter from the festival a soft hum in the background. Ava found herself laughing softly at one of his comments, the moment feeling strangely... right.

Not far from them, Jess, Miko, and Talon sat around a rustic wooden table, their faces glowing under the lantern light. Jess cradled a sleeping Little Ava in her arms, while Baby Talon snoozed peacefully in Miko’s lap. The air around them was relaxed, but there was an unspoken thread of concern lingering in their shared glances.

Jess looked toward Ava and Eli, a small smile on her lips. "It’s nice to see her like that," she murmured, her voice low. "But I can’t help worrying. It always feels like she’s on the verge of leaving again."

Talon, sipping from his drink, followed Jess’s gaze toward Ava, his brow furrowing slightly. "Yeah," he said quietly. "Ava’s strong, but... I think she’s uncomfortable in peace. Like she’s spent so long fighting, she doesn’t know how to live without it. I get that, sometimes. The quiet, it makes me restless too."

Jess sighed, her gaze softening. "I know, but... where does it end? For both of you? Isn’t there a point where the fighting stops, and you just... live?"

Talon’s voice was thoughtful, tinged with a kind of quiet resignation. "That’s the thing, Jess. I don’t think Ava sees an end to the fighting. It’s like... she needs it, like it’s all she knows how to do. But when I see you and Miko, with the kids, building a life here... it gives me hope. Maybe one day, we will find peace too."

Jess squeezed Talon’s hand, her voice filled with quiet determination. "You both have a home here, Talon. No matter where you go, how far you wander, or how often Ava looks towards the gates... Green Arbor will always welcome you back."

Talon’s smile was faint but genuine. "Thanks, Jess."

Chapter 107:

As the night wore on and the celebration continued, the conversations became softer, the laughter more subdued. The festival, now cloaked in a gentle warmth, began to wind down. Miko, glancing at the sleeping children in Jess’s arms, gave her a nod. "Time to head home, I think," he said quietly, gathering their things.

Before they left, Jess leaned in to give Ava a quick hug, whispering in her ear, "Eli seems nice, you know. Take a chance, for once." Ava felt the heat rise to her cheeks, though she played it off with a quick roll of her eyes.

Eli, sensing it was time to part, stepped closer, giving Ava a soft, almost hesitant kiss on her cheek before saying goodnight. "I’ll see you around, Ava," he said, his voice carrying a note of hope.

Ava, taken off guard, simply nodded, watching him walk away before she joined Talon at the table. They sat in a companionable silence, each sipping their drinks, the soft clinking of glasses and the distant hum of the crowd filling the space between them.

Talon broke the silence with a grin. "So... Eli, huh?"

Ava groaned, shaking her head. "Don’t start."

Talon chuckled, lifting his glass in a mock toast. "Here’s to new beginnings, then."

Ava smiled despite herself, clinking her glass lightly against his. "We’ll see," she replied, her tone light but her gaze thoughtful.

Their conversation shifted into the familiar banter that only old friends shared, laughter mingling with the sounds of the festival as they reflected on the night. Across the square, Lucas, still clutching his prize bottle of wine from earlier, had fallen asleep on a bench, his soft snores barely audible above the fading music.

Ava pointed at him, a soft laugh escaping her. "Look at him, knocked out already."

Talon shook his head, chuckling. "I'm never live that down."

As the festival slowly began to wind down, Ava looked out over the square, her heart surprisingly light. For the first time in a long while, she felt... still. At peace, even if just for tonight.

Ava and Talon sat on a weathered bench, a comfortable silence between them as they watched families gather around the last of the festival games. The sound of laughter echoed faintly through the square, but Ava’s mind was elsewhere—drifting to battles fought, lives lost, and roads she had yet to walk.

Talon leaned back, stretching out his legs as he glanced toward where Eli had disappeared earlier. His lips curved into a knowing smirk, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "So... Eli, huh?"

Ava rolled her eyes, though a slight smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Don’t start," she warned, but there was no heat in her voice.

"He seems nice," Talon continued, undeterred. "The kind of guy who doesn’t get knocked out on his first day," he teased, nudging her with his elbow.

Ava let out a soft laugh, pushing him back playfully. "Please, he can barely make eye contact without stumbling over his words. He’s no match for me."

"Well, that’s obvious. But, I’ve seen the way he looks at you, Ava. Like he’s in awe or something," Talon added, his voice softer now, as if trying to tell her something she wasn’t ready to hear.

She scoffed, brushing off the thought, though the warmth in her cheeks betrayed her. "I’m not exactly easy to awe," she muttered, glancing down at the drink in her hands.

Talon’s smirk faded, replaced by something deeper, more thoughtful. "Jess got me thinking," he began, his voice quieter, more serious now. "About where this ends for us. I mean... do you ever see yourself settling down? Like Jess and Miko?"

Ava’s brow furrowed, her gaze drifting toward the flickering lights strung around the square. The thought of settling down had always felt... distant. Like something for other people. People who hadn’t lived with a sword at their side. "I don’t know," she admitted, her voice almost a whisper. "Part of me wants that—a place to call home. But every time I think about it, it’s like there’s always another mission. Another fight."

Talon nodded, understanding all too well. "Yeah, I get that. Being in one place for too long... it feels like a cage, doesn’t it?" His voice carried the weight of someone who had walked too many roads, seen too many battles, and wasn’t sure where they ended.

Ava chuckled softly, shaking her head. "You and me? Town Sentinels? Can you even imagine?" she teased, though the thought lingered longer than she expected.

Talon laughed too, but there was a sadness in his eyes. "Yeah... maybe in another life. But seeing Jess and Miko... it makes you wonder if we’re missing something, doesn’t it?"

Ava’s smile faded as her gaze drifted back to the families enjoying the festival. "I think about it sometimes. But the truth is, I’m not sure I know how to stop. Fighting... it’s all I’ve ever known."

Talon’s expression softened. "You know, back at Castellan Ridge... when you got hit, I thought you were gone. I thought that was it." His voice trembled slightly, the memory still raw despite the years that had passed. "I made a promise to myself then. I told myself if you woke up, I’d get us out of this life. I’d build us a house, we’d grow old, and we’d never have to fight again."

Ava’s eyes widened, caught off guard by his confession. "You never told me that," she said quietly, the weight of his words settling in her chest.

Talon shrugged, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Well, I didn’t get the chance. The second you woke up, you shot two enemies and joked about not wanting CPR from me."

Ava let out a breathy laugh, though her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "That sounds like me."

Talon’s grin returned, though it was softer now. "That’s when I knew," he continued, his voice steady. "As long as you were with me, we could make it through anything. You’re the strongest person I know, Ava."

Ava blinked rapidly, her throat tight with emotion. "I couldn’t have made it this far without you, Talon. You’re my brother. The only one who ever really understood."

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of their bond pressing down on them like an unspoken vow. Talon broke the quiet with a playful nudge. "You’re not getting rid of me anytime soon, you know."

Ava laughed, wiping a tear from the corner of her eye. "I wouldn’t dream of it."

Talon leaned back again, gazing up at the stars just starting to peek through the sky. "If I ever fall in battle, promise me one thing."

Ava glanced at him, her expression serious. "What’s that?"

"Don’t let them put me in the ground. Plant a tree where I fall. Something that’ll keep growing," Talon said, his voice laced with humor but underpinned by a quiet sincerity.

Ava smiled, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Only if you promise the same for me."

Talon looked at her, his expression softening. "Deal. But you’re going to outlive us all, blondie."

She chuckled, the heaviness of the conversation lifting ever so slightly. "Maybe," she said, leaning back beside him, their shoulders just brushing. "But at least we’ll have each other until the end."

They sat there together, watching the lanterns sway gently in the night breeze, the festival continuing around them but feeling miles away. It wasn’t peace, not yet, but for the moment, it was enough.