Chapter 108: The Day After the Celebration.

Green Arbor slowly awakened from the previous night’s celebrations, with the remnants of the festival scattered across the market square like confetti caught on a breeze. The air was fresh, carrying the scent of morning dew and the faintest hint of wood smoke. Traders set up their stalls with tired but contented smiles, while others helped clear decorations and debris. Life returned to its usual rhythm, though the laughter and music of the night before still seemed to hum in the air.

Miko found Ava and Talon standing outside the Sentinel post, engaged in a quiet but serious conversation. Talon leaned against the wall, arms crossed, while Ava paced, her thoughts seemingly miles away.

"Morning, guys. How are the heads after last night?" Miko called, approaching them with a playful grin.

Ava stretched, feeling the tightness in her muscles but pushing it aside. "All good. Ready for whatever comes our way," she replied, though the ghost of a smile hinted that the night had taken some toll.

Talon straightened, his expression serious. "We might have a little calm now, but those raiders? They’ll be back. We should be ready."

Miko’s playful demeanor sobered. "You think it’s time to gather the militia?"

"Definitely," Talon agreed, glancing at Ava for confirmation.

"They’re willing, but they need to be trained properly—get them working as a unit," Ava said, her voice sharp with focus, as if the weight of leadership pressed just a little heavier on her shoulders.

Miko scratched his chin thoughtfully. "I hope you're not thinking of turning the marketplace into a training ground," he said, humor softening the tension.

Ava smirked. "Not quite."

"Come on, I’ll show you a place that might work," Miko said, motioning for them to follow.

As they made their way toward the North gate, Eli appeared from between two stalls, his eyes lighting up when he spotted Ava. "Morning, Ava," he said, his tone warm.

Ava glanced at him briefly, her focus elsewhere. "Morning," she replied, her attention quickly snapping back to the conversation with Talon and Miko.

Eli lingered for a moment, watching her walk past with a smile that faded into something more restrained. He sighed, shuffling his feet as he returned to his stall, the brief interaction leaving him both amused and mildly disappointed.

Miko shot Ava a sideways glance once they were out of earshot. "That was a bit cold," he remarked with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Ava asked, genuinely perplexed, looking from Miko to Talon. "I’m working."

Talon chuckled, shaking his head. "Blondie, he’s a nice guy. He’d probably walk through fire if you smiled at him properly."

Ava rolled her eyes, her lips twitching into a faint smile despite herself. "We’re on duty, Talon. Focus."

They reached the proposed training grounds, an open stretch just beyond the North gate. Miko gestured to the area with a sweep of his arm. "This should work. It's out of the way, and there’s plenty of space for drills and a range."

Talon surveyed the surroundings, already picturing the setup. "Yeah, this’ll do. We can run the range there, hand-to-hand over here."

Ava nodded in agreement. "We’ll get the militia ready tomorrow," she said, her voice steady with authority.

Miko gave a quick nod before heading off to gather the townsfolk.

Later, as Ava patrolled the marketplace, the sun warm on her back and the dust of the ground crunching beneath her boots, she spotted Eli working his vegetable stand. The memory of her earlier coldness gnawed at her. Maybe it was her habit to keep people at arm’s length, but something about the look on Eli's face gave her pause.

She walked over, her footsteps deliberate but softer than usual. "Hey," she greeted him, her voice gentler this time.

Eli looked up from sorting produce, surprise flickering across his face. "Hey," he said, a little cautiously.

"I’m sorry about earlier," Ava continued, rubbing the back of her neck, a telltale sign of her discomfort. "I was... focused."

Eli’s smile returned, easy and warm. "I get it. You’ve got a lot on your plate."

Ava hesitated, meeting his eyes for a moment before dropping her gaze. "I didn’t mean to come off as cold. I just... it’s complicated."

Eli studied her for a second, then softened. "You don’t have to explain. But just so you know, you’re not as hard to read as you think."

Ava's smile grew a little more genuine. "Good to know."

There was a moment of quiet between them, the marketplace sounds fading slightly, leaving just the two of them in a pocket of stillness. Eli took a breath and asked, "How about a drink tonight? Just to unwind?"

Ava thought about it for a beat longer than she usually would. "I can’t tonight, but soon. I promise."

"Okay, soon then," Eli said, his smile growing again, more hopeful this time.

Before anything more could be said, Talon strolled over with his usual cocky grin. "Am I interrupting something, Blondie?"

Ava shot him a glare. "Shut up, Talon."

Talon chuckled, nudging her playfully. "Come on, lover girl, let’s get to the armory."

Ava turned to Eli with a small wave. "I’ll see you soon."

As she and Talon walked away, Talon couldn't resist teasing her. "He’s a nice guy. You gonna break his heart?"

"Keep talking, and I’ll break something of yours," Ava shot back, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth as they disappeared into the heart of Green Arbor.

Chapter 109 : The Militia Begins.

The morning sun was still climbing when Miko stood before the newly-formed militia, a diverse group of townspeople lined up in neat rows. Farmers, hunters, blacksmiths, and traders—now standing shoulder-to-shoulder—awaited their first day of training, their faces a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

Behind him, Ava and Talon were locked in a fast-paced demonstration, their batons clashing rhythmically, the sharp crack of wood against wood echoing through the training field. The speed of their movements intensified with each strike, the batons whirling and spinning in their hands as they executed fluid, well-rehearsed maneuvers. It was clear to all watching that these two Sentinels had spent years honing their skills.

Miko began to address the militia, his voice carrying over the rhythmic sound of combat. "You few are the first of, hopefully, many more to come—Green Arbor’s new militia." He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. "We know raiders have visited us, and while they’re gone for now, we also know they’ll be back."

He gestured to Ava and Talon, who were still locked in their demonstration. The sound of their batons clashing filled the air, growing faster and more intense, as if punctuating Miko's words. The militia couldn’t take their eyes off them, their movements precise and calculated, each strike delivered with purpose.

"These two Sentinels," Miko continued, "will be the backbone of your training. They will teach you everything you need to defend your homes—hand-to-hand combat, weapons drills, teamwork, CQB, and more." As he spoke, the word ‘homes’ seemed to resonate with the militia, drawing a sense of duty and responsibility from the group.

At the mention of ‘homes,’ Ava and Talon locked batons one final time, their muscles tense from the demonstration. With a small nod to each other, they disengaged and turned to face the militia, their breathing steady despite the exertion. Their expressions were serious yet approachable, conveying both their readiness to teach and their understanding of what lay ahead.

Ava stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding. "We’ll start with the basics," she said, scanning the faces in front of her. "We need to build a foundation, a core. As we move forward, we’ll find your strengths and break you into teams."

Talon followed up with his own question, stepping up beside her. "Has anyone here got experience with shooting, hunting, or wilderness skills?" His tone was direct but encouraging, inviting the group to speak up.

A few hands slowly raised from the group, and Talon began counting them, his eyes moving from person to person. Eli, standing a few rows back, subtly raised his hand but made no effort to catch Ava’s eye—he knew she was busy, and this was no time for distractions.

Ava glanced at Talon and gave a small nod. "Let’s start them all on the same foot," she suggested quietly.

Miko, observing the interaction, nodded in agreement. "That’s probably best for now," he said, addressing the group again. "We’ll see who stands out as we go. For now, you all train together."

Eli shifted his weight slightly, his eyes flickering toward Ava again. He didn’t want to stand out just yet—he wanted to earn his place through effort, not attention.

"Okay, everyone," Miko called out, raising his voice to rally the group. "Let’s get ready for Day 1 of your training." He handed the group over to Ava and Talon, stepping back to observe the start of the session.

Ava and Talon moved in tandem as they led the militia through basic drills. They demonstrated proper footwork, stance, and posture, correcting form and showing the importance of balance. The once-unsteady group slowly began to mirror their instructors, their movements growing more fluid as they followed each directive. Though progress was slow, it was steady, and Ava’s sharp eye caught any misstep before it could become a habit.

As the drills continued, Talon couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Ava, admiring the ease with which she commanded the group. "You’re a natural," he muttered under his breath with a grin.

Ava smirked but kept her focus on the task at hand. "Focus, Talon. We’ve got work to do."

Talon chuckled softly, giving her a playful nudge before returning to the training.

The training days passed with a rhythm of their own, the field outside the North gate becoming a hive of activity as the town's militia began to take shape. Under the watchful eyes of Ava, Talon, and Miko, the townspeople gradually transformed from a ragtag group of volunteers into a disciplined unit, learning the fundamentals of combat and teamwork. Each session brought them closer to their goal: being prepared for the day when the raiders returned.

The militia’s movements were punctuated by the sounds of clashing sticks, grunts of exertion, and the occasional thud of someone hitting the ground as they worked on footwork, defensive stances, and the flow of combat. Talon was walking through the rows, observing the recruits and offering pointers. Ava, nearby, was doing the same, her sharp eyes catching every misstep.

As she passed Eli, she noticed him struggling with balance again. "Okay, Eli," she said, stepping up beside him, "legs wider apart, and space your hands further along the stick. It’s all about balance."

Eli nodded, adjusting his stance as she demonstrated. Her presence alone seemed to give him extra focus, and after a few attempts, he found a better footing. Ava gave him a nod of approval. "Better. Well done," she said, her tone carrying both authority and a hint of encouragement as she moved on to the next trainee.

The rhythmic sound of sticks clashing was suddenly interrupted by one of the trainees, a burly man with a skeptical scowl. "What's the point of all this? Sticks aren’t going to stop a raider with a sword or a gun," he muttered loudly, drawing a few murmurs of agreement from nearby recruits.

Miko, overhearing the comment, walked over calmly, his face neutral but his eyes sharp. "This teaches you balance and control. Without those, you’re a liability, not an asset. You want to defend your town, your family? You need control. A stick," Miko added, his voice dropping into a more serious tone, "can be just as deadly as any weapon, if you know how to use it."

The skeptical trainee shook his head dismissively, his arms crossing over his chest. "Yeah, right. A stick’s gonna save us when raiders come."

Before he could finish his sentence, Talon was on him. In one fluid motion, Talon snatched the stick from the man’s hands, used it to sweep his legs out from under him, and pinned him to the ground with the end of the stick pressed lightly against his throat. The whole exchange had taken less than a few seconds.

"How’s that stick feeling now?" Talon asked, his tone dangerously calm. "A sword or a gun doesn’t matter much when you’re on your back."

The crowd of recruits stood in stunned silence as the skeptical trainee lay there, wide-eyed, his bravado crumbled. Talon stepped back and offered the man a hand up, his expression softening slightly. "This is about more than weapons. It’s about keeping your feet and controlling the fight."

The trainee, red-faced and humbled, took Talon’s hand and stood, muttering a quiet, "Got it."

Ava, sensing the tension, stepped forward to reinforce the lesson. "We start with the basics because without them, none of this works. You need to learn how to defend yourselves, yes, but also how to work as a team. When the raiders come—and they will come—you’ll need to clear houses, defend your neighbors, protect your families." Her gaze swept over the group, her words sinking in. "You’ll have to trust each other. If you don’t get this right, someone could get killed."

Miko chimed in, his voice steady. "These two," he gestured to Ava and Talon, "have more combat experience than most Sentinels out there. They’ve seen things that would make you rethink everything you know. So listen. Learn. And survive."

The militia, now fully understanding the seriousness of their training, returned to their drills with renewed focus. The sound of clashing sticks resumed, this time with more precision and determination. Ava and Talon exchanged glances, a silent understanding passing between them—they had gotten through to the group.

As the day wound down, the recruits, exhausted but motivated, began to disperse, heading back to town for a much-needed rest. Eli, catching his breath after an intense drill, spotted Ava heading towards the gates. Summoning a bit of courage, he jogged to catch up with her.

"Hey," Eli called, falling into step beside her. "So, how much combat have you guys actually seen?"

Ava, her gaze focused ahead, shrugged slightly. "Enough," she replied, her tone terse. She wasn’t one to dwell on the past, especially not in casual conversation.

Sensing her discomfort, Eli quickly changed the subject, his tone light. "You did great today. I think the guys are starting to get the hang of it, thanks to you and Talon."

Ava glanced at him, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Thanks," she said. "You’re doing well yourself."

Eli, emboldened by her praise, asked casually, "So, what do you say to a drink at the tavern tonight?"

Ava hesitated for a moment, then responded, "I’m meeting Talon and Lucas there tonight, but you’re welcome to join us if you’d like."

Eli’s face brightened at the invitation. "Really? Sure, I’d love to."

With that, they parted ways, Eli walking with a spring in his step, and Ava heading off to find Talon.

When she reached Talon, he was leaning casually against the armory door, his arms crossed with an amused expression. "What did I just witness?" he teased.

Ava shot him a look, her lips curving into a smirk. "Shut up, Talon."

He grinned, falling into step beside her as they walked towards the tavern. "You know, he’s a nice guy," Talon added, his teasing tone still in play.

"I said shut up," Ava repeated, her tone light as she playfully punched him in the arm.

Talon laughed, the sound echoing through the quieting streets as they made their way to the tavern, their banter filled with the ease of old friends.

As they reached the tavern, they braced themselves for an evening of drinks, laughter, and possibly a little more teasing from their friends.

Chapter 110: Sentinel Cadets Can't Date.

The tavern was lively that evening, filled with the usual hum of conversation and laughter. At a corner table, Ava, Talon, and Lucas sat together, their usual playful behavior adding to the light atmosphere. The door creaked open and Eli appeared, scanning the room before spotting Ava and her friends. With a hesitant smile, he approached.

"Hey guys, hope you don't mind?" Eli said as he reached the table.

Talon, ever the teaser, chimed in with a grin. "Oh, please, take a seat. Ava, you didn't tell us you were bringing a date."

Ava rolled her eyes, a hint of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "Ignore him. I mentioned you might join us," she clarified.

Lucas joined in the teasing with a smirk. "No, I don’t remember that."

"Really, you too?" Ava shot back, playfully glaring at Lucas. Turning to Eli, she reassured him, "We're just playing; I told them you might drop by."

Eli took the offered seat, still smiling nervously. Ava, sensing his discomfort, poured him a drink to help ease him into the group.

"So, what were you guys talking about?" Eli asked, eager to join the conversation.

"Nothing much, just past tales and how many times we had to rescue Lucas here during our training years," Talon added with a laugh.

Eli, curious, leaned in. "Did you all meet at the Sentinel base then?"

"Yes," Lucas answered, his voice taking on a nostalgic tone. "We were all in Phoenix Squad through our years of training—us three, Miko, Jess, and we had another friend, Ren, who sadly isn’t with us anymore." Ava lifted her glass in a quiet salute to Ren's memory.

Eli, breaking the solemn moment, asked, "Miko’s wife was a Sentinel too?"

"Yes," Talon replied, "but she left because she was pregnant."

"Oh, that's nice," Eli commented. "So Miko and Jess were dating back then? That’s so nice."

Lucas, always the stickler for rules, added, "There’s no dating in training. If they had been found out, both Miko and Jess would have been thrown out, and we would have been reassigned to different squads. How they kept it from us all is beyond me."

"It wasn’t hard hiding anything from you," Ava and Talon laughed. "We knew in the first year they were getting closer."

Lucas looked puzzled. "That was all, wasn’t it?"

The table erupted in laughter again, Talon winking at Lucas. "Stick to your books, let us keep watch."

"I've apologized about that a hundred times," Lucas called out, referring to a mishap during their training.

"What’s this now?" Eli asked, feeling a bit left out of the joke.

Lucas explained, "I fell asleep one night on watch, and someone sneaked into our camp and stole my bag." Ava looked down, the memory sparking a mix of emotions.

Talon quickly changed the subject. "No, I mean that time I tried to steal us some extra pudding, and you let Drayton walk right up to me without even seeing him."

Ava laughed, her mind shifting to a different, lighter memory. Lucas smiled, taking a sip of his drink. "I did see him. I was just too engrossed in my book."

Everyone, including Eli, laughed at the banter. Turning the conversation to Eli, Talon asked, "So, where are you from?"

Eli shared that his family owned a farm not far from Green Arbor and that he had worked there until he was old enough to man the family stand in the market.

"So, why do you want to join the militia?" Talon inquired.

"It would be nice to help out in case of raiders or any trouble," Eli explained.

Lucas joked, "Oh, we thought you just wanted to get close to our Ava here."

Ava shot back with a playful scowl, "Oi, watch it, bookworm."

Their laughter was interrupted by the bartender approaching their table. "Sorry to interrupt you guys, but I may have a problem with one of the customers. Could you maybe lend a hand?"

The group nodded, their camaraderie briefly giving way to their duties as Sentinels as they prepared to address the issue.

The bartender, with a resigned sigh, walked back over to the troublesome customer, attempting diplomatically to settle the unpaid tab. At Ava and Talon's table, a playful debate sparked over whose turn it was to intervene.

"It's your turn; I broke up the last one," Talon remarked, smirking as he leaned back in his chair. "And may I remind you, you started that one."

Ava rolled her eyes, recalling the incident. "He grabbed my ass. That's hardly starting it."

"So, it’s your turn then," Talon concluded, a teasing grin stretching across his face as he raised his glass.

"Fine," Ava conceded, standing up with a determined stride towards the disturbance. She cracked her neck as she moved, her demeanor calm but coiled—like a spring ready to snap into action. This wasn’t her first bar scuffle, and Talon’s grin told her it wouldn’t be her last.

Eli watched her go, his brow creased with concern. "She’ll be okay, right?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

Talon poured himself another drink, barely glancing at the brewing altercation. "She'll be fine. You’ll see," he replied, his voice casual, as though this was just another part of their nightly routine.

Meanwhile, Lucas leaned towards Talon, changing the subject with ease. "Oh, Talon, are you going to Jess and Miko’s tonight?"

The two drifted into conversation, seemingly unfazed by the potential trouble, confident in Ava’s ability to handle the situation. After all, she’d handled far worse with much less fanfare.

At the troubled table, the customer's temper flared. He stood up, swaying slightly, his eyes bloodshot as he pulled out a knife, snarling, "Blonde bitch." The insult hung in the air like a storm cloud, the lively tavern suddenly growing tense, conversations halting as eyes turned toward the escalating conflict.

Eli’s heart raced as he instinctively stood up, his body halfway between bolting to Ava’s side and staying put. Talon raised his hand, stopping him with an almost amused sigh.

"Oh dear, this isn’t going to end well," Talon remarked, his tone calm, with just a trace of humor. "She *really* hates being called that."

Ava’s expression shifted instantly, her easy-going demeanor evaporating. Her eyes hardened, glinting like steel as she approached the man with deliberate steps. She didn’t flinch, didn’t blink. Her hand shot out, snatching the man’s wrist with a grip that had felled far greater threats than a drunken fool. With one sharp twist, the knife clattered to the floor.

In one fluid motion, she swept his legs from under him, sending him crashing to the floor. Before the man could even process what had happened, Ava had him pinned in an armbar, her boot pressed lightly against his chest, her weight behind it. Her voice was quiet, almost playful, but there was no mistaking the deadly seriousness beneath. "Are we going to pay our bill?" she asked, her tone deceptively light.

"Yes, yes!" the man croaked, his bravado crumbling like sand in the wind.

"And are we sorry?" she added, her voice still carrying that unnerving edge.

"Yes, yes!" he whimpered, his earlier arrogance completely gone.

Just as one of the man’s friends took a tentative step forward, thinking he might somehow salvage the situation, a knife landed at his feet with a dull thunk, halting him in his tracks. Talon’s voice cut across the room, firm and chilling, "Think about your next move, because the next one’s not going into the floor."

The friend froze, his eyes darting between Talon and Ava, weighing his options. He backed away hastily, hands raised in surrender. Ava released her hold, standing tall as the subdued man scrambled to his feet, clutching his arm. He threw some coins onto the counter and, with his friends in tow, made a swift exit, much to the relief of the bartender.

Ava returned to the table, brushing off her hands as if she had simply finished a chore. "It’s your round," she declared, raising an eyebrow at Talon, her expression already slipping back into relaxed ease.

"No way, I just saved your ass," Talon countered, leaning back in his chair with a smirk, spinning the knife playfully between his fingers.

"You threw *one* knife," Ava shot back, her lips curling into a mischievous grin.

Their banter resumed, easy and familiar, as if nothing had happened at all. But Eli, still sitting in stunned silence, couldn’t shake the image of Ava flipping the man like he was nothing more than a rag doll. He had known she was a skilled fighter—everyone knew that—but seeing it up close, witnessing the sheer precision and control... it was something else entirely. His awe was palpable, his admiration for her deepening.

Lucas chuckled softly, noticing Eli’s wide-eyed look. "Don’t worry," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "They’re always like this. Wait till you see them spar—it’s even more impressive."

Eli, still processing the ease with which Ava had handled the confrontation, managed a small laugh. "She’s... something else," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, his admiration clear.

Talon leaned in with a smirk. "You don’t know the half of it, mate," he quipped, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

The playful banter continued, the tension from the earlier altercation evaporating like mist. But as Ava sipped her drink, her gaze briefly flickered toward the door where the troublemakers had left. Though she had made short work of them, her instincts told her this wasn’t the last time they’d see that kind of threat around Green Arbor. She knew the kind—they’d slink back, waiting for the right moment.

As the evening wore on, Eli grew quieter, his curiosity giving way to thoughtful contemplation. He stood up, a hint of reluctance in his movement. "I should probably head out," he said, glancing around the table. "It’s getting late."

Ava looked up at him, her expression softening. "Thanks for joining us," she said sincerely. "We’ll see you soon?"

Eli nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Yeah, definitely."

As he turned to leave, he hesitated for a brief moment, then leaned in and kissed Ava on the cheek, his touch light and respectful. Ava blinked, caught off guard, but before she could say anything, Eli had already stepped back, his face flushed with a shy smile.

"Good night, Ava," he said softly before walking out into the night.

Ava, still feeling the warmth of his kiss, smiled to herself as she watched him go. Talon, ever the observer, raised an eyebrow. "What was that?"

"Nothing," Ava replied, a soft chuckle escaping her lips as she took a sip of her drink, hiding her smile behind the glass.

Chapter 111: Back to Training.

Over the next few weeks, the training grounds outside the North gate of Green Arbor had transformed from a patch of land into a disciplined arena, where every shout, clash, and drill carved the town's new militia into a force to be reckoned with. Ava, Talon, and Miko worked tirelessly, drilling the recruits on everything from basic hand-to-hand combat to complex strategic maneuvers.

The progress was undeniable. What had started as a group of farmers and traders with little more than raw enthusiasm now resembled a coordinated defense force. Each day brought new challenges, and each day, the trainees rose to meet them. The sessions grew more intense, and Ava’s leadership brought out the best in every recruit, pushing them to their limits while fostering resilience and tactical awareness.

Among the recruits, Eli had quickly emerged as one of the most promising. His focus and dedication had caught Ava’s eye early on, and over time, she had taken it upon herself to guide him more closely. His calm under pressure, coupled with a knack for quick decision-making, set him apart. It wasn’t long before she began tasking him with leading small teams during training exercises, a test of both his leadership and combat readiness.

Today, they were preparing for their most challenging simulation yet: a full-scale raid scenario. The recruits would be required to navigate a series of obstacles, manage casualties, and respond to ambushes—simulating the chaos of an actual attack. Eli, once again, was appointed to lead one of the teams, a responsibility he bore with a quiet but growing confidence.

Ava addressed the recruits, her voice steady but charged with intensity. "Remember, it’s not just about brute force. Communication, coordination, and strategic thinking are just as important as how well you fight. Watch each other’s backs, keep your objectives clear, and don’t hesitate. When it happens for real, hesitation will get people killed."

She turned to Eli, meeting his eyes. "You’ve got this," she said simply, but the weight of her trust in him was evident. "Lead well."

Eli gave a firm nod, the subtle tension between them unnoticed by the others. "I won’t let you down," he replied, his tone calm, but the determination in his eyes spoke volumes.

As the teams moved out into the dense forest just beyond Green Arbor, the atmosphere shifted. What had been a structured training session now felt like a real mission. The trees loomed overhead, their shadows creating a sense of foreboding. Ava hung back, observing Eli from a distance, giving him the space to make decisions but ready to step in if needed.

When the staged ambush hit, Eli’s reaction was swift. "Flank on the right! Hold this position!" he commanded, his voice cutting through the chaos. His team responded without hesitation, moving efficiently through the underbrush, using the terrain to their advantage. Eli’s tactical decisions were sharp, his leadership steady as he directed the team through the exercise, neutralizing the "enemy" with precision.

After the simulated raid, the group gathered for the debrief. The recruits were exhausted, but their eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of knowing they had performed well. Ava stood at the front, her expression unreadable as she scanned the group.

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"You handled that exceptionally well," she said, her eyes landing on Eli. There was a warmth in her voice that was rare to hear. "You’re starting to think like a Sentinel, Eli. That’s what will make the difference out there."

Eli, normally composed, couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across his face. "It’s all thanks to your guidance, Ava," he replied, the sincerity in his voice obvious. His eyes lingered on hers a moment longer than necessary, and for the first time, Ava didn’t shy away from the connection.

The walk back to Green Arbor was filled with a sense of accomplishment. The adrenaline from the exercise lingered in the air, and as Eli walked beside her, the conversation flowed easily.

"So," Eli began with a playful grin, "how often do you let your guard down like that today? Should I expect more personal coaching sessions?"

Ava chuckled, shaking her head. "Only for the most promising recruits," she teased, throwing him a sidelong glance. "Keep impressing me, and who knows?"

Eli smirked, taking the playful challenge in stride. "I’ll take that as a personal mission, then."

They walked in comfortable silence for a few moments before Eli spoke again, his tone more thoughtful. "You’ve got a lot of faith in us... in me. I hope I can live up to that."

Ava’s expression softened, the usual sharpness in her eyes giving way to something more personal. "You’ve already shown you can. It’s not just about how well you fight—it’s how you handle pressure, how you lead. You’ve got potential, Eli. Don’t doubt that."

Eli's heart swelled at her words, and despite the exhaustion from the day’s training, he felt a surge of energy. "Thanks, Ava. That means a lot, coming from you."

As they reached the gates of Green Arbor, the reality of their separate paths started to settle in. The day’s training was over, and soon, they would return to their routines. Yet, something between them felt different now—a subtle shift, a deeper connection.

Eli hesitated, his hand brushing against Ava’s arm as they slowed their pace. "Thank you for trusting me with today," he said softly, his voice filled with a sincerity that made Ava pause.

Ava turned to him, her usual guarded expression melting away as she offered him a small, genuine smile. "You earned it," she replied, her voice just as soft. The air between them seemed to hum with unspoken words, and for a moment, it felt as though they were standing on the edge of something new.

As Eli finally turned to leave, Ava found herself watching him walk away, a faint smile lingering on her lips. For all the battles and chaos in her life, this—these quiet moments of connection—felt like a new kind of challenge, one she wasn’t sure how to face, but was intrigued by nonetheless.

With the recruits’ progress on track and the day’s training behind them, the path ahead seemed uncertain yet full of possibilities—for both the militia and Ava herself.

Chapter 112: What Happened.

Ava had just finished a long day of training the new militia recruits. After de-rigging in the guest room, she walked into the cozy kitchen of Jess and Miko’s home, the warmth of the space immediately calming her. Jess was already seated at the table, a hot mug of tea in front of her, and she smiled up at Ava as she entered.

"Busy day?" Jess asked, her tone light, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity in her eyes.

Ava nodded, stretching as she took a seat across from Jess. "Yeah, the recruits are coming along. They're eager but still a bit rough around the edges," she said, reaching for the tea Jess had set out for her. The warmth seeped into her hands, soothing the lingering tension from the day's drills.

Jess studied Ava for a moment, then, with a mischievous glint in her eye, leaned forward. "So...you and Eli, huh?"

Ava paused, her hands stilling on the mug. A small, shy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth before she could stop it. "Nothing’s happening. He’s a nice guy, and we get along," she replied, trying to sound indifferent, though her smile gave her away.

"Oh, come on," Jess teased, her eyes sparkling. "You like him, don’t you?"

Ava tried to shrug it off, but the way Jess was looking at her made her defenses slip. "It’s not that simple, Jess. Once I'm done here, I’m off. You know how it is—I don’t know when I'll be back."

"But you’re here now," Jess pointed out gently. "Why not enjoy yourself? Have something for you, Ava. You can’t keep pouring everything into the Sentinels. You deserve more than just duty."

Ava sighed, her smile fading into a more thoughtful expression. "I know, but it’s complicated. I’ve lived on the road for so long, keeping my distance from everything and everyone. I’m not even sure I remember how to let someone in."

Jess reached out, taking Ava’s hand. "You’re stronger than you think, Ava. And letting someone in doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. You’ve been through hell, and you’ve kept going. But what’s the point if you don’t let yourself feel something real?"

Ava looked down, a lump forming in her throat. "I’m scared, Jess. What if I let someone in, and then I lose them? The road doesn’t leave room for anything permanent."

Jess squeezed her hand, her gaze unwavering. "You’re not on the road now. You’re here, in Green Arbor, with people who care about you. Maybe it’s time to stop running and start living. Just like I had to."

Ava’s eyes softened as she looked at Jess, her voice gentle. "What happened when you left the Sentinels?"

Jess took a deep breath, her gaze dropping to the table for a moment before she met Ava’s eyes again. "When I left, Miko came after me. He was ready to leave everything behind—to quit the Sentinels, just to be with me," she began, her voice filled with love and sorrow. "But I couldn’t let him do that. I told him if he didn’t go back and finish his training, I’d leave him."

Ava’s eyes widened, stunned by Jess’s revelation. "You really said that?"

Jess nodded, her voice trembling slightly. "Yeah. I thought it was the right thing to do. So, I walked away. It took me five days to get back to my village, and when I got there, my family didn’t even take me in."

Ava’s heart ached for her friend. "They didn’t?"

"No," Jess said, a bitter smile touching her lips. "They couldn’t afford another mouth to feed. So, I built a little shelter, just enough to get by. And that’s where Miko’s sister found me. She took me in. She was with me when I gave birth to Little Ava."

Ava reached out, wiping away the tears that slipped down Jess’s cheeks. "I’m so sorry you went through that alone."

Jess smiled weakly, her eyes soft with gratitude. "I wasn’t alone. Not really. Miko’s sister was amazing. But I was terrified. When Little Ava was born, I just... cried. I felt so lost. Not even my family came to visit, but Miko’s sister was there for me, every step of the way."

Ava leaned forward, her heart breaking for Jess. "And Miko?"

Jess chuckled softly, the memory bringing warmth to her voice. "He showed up when Little Ava was two months old. He stood there in the doorway, just staring at her, too scared to hold her. I think he thought he wasn’t good enough."

Ava smiled faintly. "And now look at him, one of the best fathers I know."

Jess nodded, wiping her tears away. "Yeah. A few weeks later, we came here to Green Arbor. Miko was stationed under the old Sentinel until he got promoted last year. Now it’s just him."

Ava sat back, her mind swirling with thoughts. "I had no idea you went through all of that."

Jess looked at her, her eyes filled with determination. "That’s why I’m telling you, Ava. You can have more than just the road. You can have what I have here. Maybe Eli is part of that, maybe not—but you have to let yourself feel something, Ava. You deserve that."

Ava hesitated, her heart torn between duty and the possibility of something more. "I’m scared, Jess."

Jess reached across the table, holding Ava’s face in her hands. "You’ve given so much to everyone else. It’s time to take something for yourself."

Before Ava could respond, the kitchen door burst open, and Miko strode in, his expression urgent but tinged with a smile. "Am I interrupting again?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jess laughed softly, wiping her eyes. "Yes, but what else is new?"

Miko chuckled, then turned to Ava. "We’ve got a situation. You’re needed."

Chapter 113: The Lost Patrol.

Ava was already strapping on her gear, each movement precise and purposeful, as Miko explained the urgent situation. "The trainees we sent out on an overnight patrol haven’t checked in. We’re not sure what’s happened, but it could be raiders… or something worse."

Ava clicked a magazine into her pistol, her brow furrowed in frustration. "It was a routine patrol. How could this have happened?"

"I don’t know, but we need to act fast," Miko said, his voice tense with concern.

As they prepared to leave, Miko leaned down to kiss Jess goodbye, who looked up at him with worry etched across her face. "Please be safe, all of you," she implored, her hands gripping his for a moment longer than usual.

"Don’t worry, I'll bring him back in one piece," Ava reassured Jess with a confident smile, trying to lighten the mood.

Heading out to the training area to meet Talon, Miko relayed all the information he had to Ava. Then, he hesitated, his voice lowering. "Ava… it’s Eli’s party out there."

Ava’s face hardened as she suppressed a rush of concern. "It doesn’t matter whose patrol it is, we just need to get them back safely."

As they reached Talon, the wind picked up, and the sky darkened, signaling the incoming storm. Talon was already there, waiting with extra rifles. He handed one to Ava. "Ready for this?" he asked, recognizing the tension in her posture.

"It's too quiet around here; I need some action," Ava responded, checking the rifle with practiced hands.

"Ava, you should hang back in case we need quick support here," Miko suggested, his concern for her safety evident.

Ava shot him a sharp look as she loaded his weapon for him. "No, you need to stay. Jess and your kids shouldn’t be left wondering what happened. We’ve trained the militia; they can hold things down here until we’re back."

Miko frowned, torn between his duty and his family. "Jess understands, Ava. She knows what this life is. It’s my job to be out there with you."

Sensing his resolve and knowing she wouldn’t change his mind, Ava handed him the loaded rifle with a firm nod. "Alright, but stay sharp out there. We’ve got no idea what we’re walking into."

The trio set off towards the last known location of the patrol, moving through the thick woods and farmlands surrounding Green Arbor. The rain began to fall in heavy sheets, soaking through their clothes and adding to the grim atmosphere.

"You know, we've been ambushed before," Talon tried to lighten the mood as they moved.

Ava managed a brief laugh. "I think you were asleep during our last ambush."

Miko joined in, shaking his head with a mix of amusement and resignation. "You two have too many stories about close calls."

"Yeah," they both responded in unison, sharing a moment of camaraderie despite the dire circumstances.

As they ventured deeper into the woods, the rain turned into a downpour, but their determination didn't waver. Each step was heavy with purpose, their readiness evident, prepared for whatever lay ahead in their quest to bring their people home.

The terrain became more challenging as they pushed through the thickening mud. The wind howled through the trees, making communication difficult as they moved in silence, their senses heightened by the storm.

Talon raised his hand, signaling the others to halt. He pointed to the ground, where a set of tracks had been partially washed away by the rain. "Looks like they came through here, but something’s off," he muttered, kneeling down to inspect the prints more closely.

Ava crouched beside him, her eyes narrowing as she studied the pattern. "They're running," she noted, her voice tight. "Something spooked them."

Miko, scanning the surrounding area with his rifle at the ready, nodded. "Raiders?"

"Could be. Or something worse," Talon responded, standing up. "We need to move fast."

The trio pressed forward, their pace quickening despite the treacherous conditions. As they crested a small hill, a flash of movement caught Ava’s eye. She raised her hand, motioning for silence. They dropped low, advancing cautiously.

In the distance, they saw the remains of a hastily abandoned camp. It was clear that a struggle had taken place. Tents were torn, supplies scattered, and the smell of smoke lingered in the air. Ava’s heart sank. "This was them."

Talon moved ahead, rifle at the ready. "There's no sign of bodies. That’s a good thing, right?"

"Could be," Miko replied, his voice tense. "Or it means they were taken."

Ava scanned the horizon, her instincts kicking in. "We need to find their trail. If they were taken, they’ll be moving slow with prisoners. We can catch up."

They spread out, searching for any clue that would lead them to the missing trainees. After a tense few minutes, Talon whistled sharply, signaling he’d found something. Ava and Miko hurried over to find him kneeling beside a patch of blood-soaked ground.

"Looks like someone was wounded," Talon said grimly. "But it’s fresh. They're not far."

Ava's jaw tightened as she rose to her feet. "We move now. Quietly. We don’t want to alert whoever has them."

They moved through the rain-slicked woods, their senses on high alert. Every sound was amplified in the oppressive silence, the only noise the squelching of their boots in the mud and the steady patter of rain on their gear.

As they neared a dense cluster of trees, Ava motioned for them to halt again. She crouched, peering through the undergrowth. In the clearing ahead, she could make out figures—raiders, heavily armed and guarding a small group of captives.

Ava’s heart raced as she recognized one of the captives: Eli. He was bruised but alive, tied up with the other trainees.

"We take them out, fast and quiet," Ava whispered to Miko and Talon, her voice barely audible over the rain.

Talon nodded, already moving into position. Miko gripped his rifle, his jaw set in determination.

Ava readied her weapon, her focus narrowing to the task at hand. This was it—the moment to bring their people home.

The storm intensified, the relentless rain merging with the grim shadows of dawn as Ava, Talon, and Miko neared the raider encampment. The wind howled through the trees, the ground slick and treacherous underfoot. In the distance, Miko peered through his binoculars, spotting the trainees—disheveled, bound, and at the mercy of their captors. His gut churned at the sight of one raider kicking a downed recruit, while others jeered and shouted.

"They're beating them," Miko reported over the radio, his voice strained with urgency as he scrambled into an overwatch position atop a small ridge. "Setting up cover now. This doesn’t look good."

Ava was already locking her gear into place, her expression hard as stone, eyes blazing with a cold fury. "Cover me," she hissed, already moving before Miko could fully settle in. Her body was a shadow slipping through the trees, as silent as the wind, deadly as a knife.

"Dammit, Ava, wait!" Talon cursed, sprinting after her, concern etched on his face. But beneath the worry, there was a glimmer of admiration. Ava always moved like this in combat—fearless, unyielding. It was why they followed her without question.

Miko, now in position, steadied his rifle. He watched her ghost through the rain-soaked landscape, his breath catching slightly. "She moves like a ghost," he muttered to himself, impressed despite the situation. He hadn’t seen Ava in full action since their cadet days, and back then, she’d been relentless. But now… now she was something else entirely. His scope lined up with a raider who was scanning the tree line, and with a soft breath, Miko squeezed the trigger—one down.

Ava exploded from the treeline, a whirlwind of lethal grace. Her sword flashed in the dull light, her pistol barked with sharp cracks. She was a force of nature, slicing through the raiders with precise, brutal efficiency. Each move was calculated, deadly. One raider’s head snapped back from a shot, another collapsed, clutching his throat where Ava’s blade had found purchase.

Talon was struggling to keep pace as Ava tore through the enemy ranks. "Ava, slow down!" he shouted, but he knew full well she wouldn’t. Talon was there for support, to make sure her fury didn’t get her killed in the heat of battle. He cut down a raider that rushed towards Ava, spinning to fire at another that had drawn his weapon.

Miko, from his overwatch, watched in awe. Ava was no longer the raw talent she’d been during their cadet years. Now, she was pure instinct—deadly, graceful, and terrifying. He picked off raiders attempting to flank her, each shot dropping them before they could get close. He’d never seen anyone fight with such purpose.

Ava reached the raider towering over a young trainee, his knife raised to strike. With a swift, brutal motion, she knocked the blade from his hand and drove her sword into his chest, twisting to send him crashing to the ground. The look of terror on the trainee’s face told Ava everything—these recruits weren’t ready for this level of violence.

Just then, Ava spotted Eli, locked in a desperate struggle with a larger raider. Without hesitation, she sprinted towards them, her heart hammering in her chest. A raider swung a club at her, but she dodged, sliding under his strike and firing two quick shots into his side. The sound of the gun echoed through the storm.

A bullet whizzed by, grazing her arm, but she didn’t flinch. Her eyes remained locked on Eli. The raider had him pinned, the knife descending. With a fierce cry, Ava lunged forward, knocking the raider off balance. The knife clattered to the ground as Ava shoved Eli back with one hand and delivered a crushing blow to the raider’s throat with the other.

"Get behind me!" Ava commanded, her voice a snarl cutting through the rain. Eli, wide-eyed and breathing heavily, nodded and stumbled back, his life saved in the nick of time.

"You’re hit," Talon observed as he finally caught up, his gaze flicking to her bleeding arm.

"Just a scratch," Ava replied dismissively, her breath heavy, her eyes scanning for the next threat. "Let’s finish this."

They continued to clear the area, the intensity of the storm mirroring the ferocity of their fight. Miko’s shots rang out with precision, dropping any raiders who attempted to escape or retaliate. With the immediate threat subdued, they began to free the captives, the trainees still shaken but alive.

Ava moved swiftly, her hand still bleeding but her focus unwavering. She cut the ropes binding Eli, her gaze softening slightly as she freed him. "You did well, Eli," she said quietly.

Eli, still catching his breath, looked at her with a mixture of awe and concern. "We need to get that looked at," he insisted, motioning to her arm.

"After everyone else is safe," Ava replied firmly, though there was a softness in her tone now that the battle had passed.

Eli’s eyes never left her as she moved to free the other recruits. "Thank you for saving me," he added quietly, his voice filled with sincerity.

Ava glanced back at him, her lips curving into a small smile. "Always."

As they led the group back through the rain-soaked woods and farmlands towards Green Arbor, Miko walked beside Ava, his expression thoughtful. "I forgot what you were like in the field," he admitted, his voice tinged with admiration. "You’ve become… something else, Ava."

Ava shrugged, her eyes scanning the horizon, always on alert. "Same as before, just better at hiding the bruises."

Miko chuckled softly, but there was a serious edge to his voice. "No, you're more than that. You lead like no one else. It's no wonder these kids look up to you."

Talon, walking slightly behind them, grinned as he overheard the exchange. "Told you she’s a force to be reckoned with," he said, his voice filled with brotherly pride.

The rain continued to fall, but amidst the cold and exhaustion, there was a sense of victory. They had brought their people home. And though Ava felt the sting of her wound, the warmth of the bond forged in battle was undeniable. It was a reminder that, even in the darkest of times, they were never truly alone.

Chapter 114: Don’t Let Her Stitch That.

As the group made their way back into Green Arbor, the tension slowly ebbed, replaced by the warmth of relief. Trainees stumbled into the town square, greeted by relieved family members and friends, who rushed to offer hugs and hastily administered medical aid. The energy of the town shifted, the urgency of battle receding into the background as love and gratitude took its place.

A few steps behind the trainees, Ava, Talon, and Miko trudged along, their boots squelching in the mud. The weight of the fight still clung to their damp clothes, their bodies battered but spirits unbowed. Miko cast a sidelong glance at Ava, shaking his head in quiet amazement.

"I can see the appeal of what you do," he remarked, his lips curling into a playful smile. "But you, Ava… The way you moved out there. It was like watching a ghost carve her way through a nightmare."

Ava gave a nonchalant shrug, wiping some of the dried mud from her sleeve. "Still got one in the arm," she muttered, the casualness in her tone contrasting with the blood trickling down her arm.

Talon leaned in to get a better look at the wound. His grin widened, clearly unfazed. "Blondie, you got lucky this time. Clean shot, nothing vital. A few stitches, and you’ll be good as new. Though I’m pretty sure you’ll give the medic nightmares if you handle it yourself again."

Ava’s brow arched, throwing him a sarcastic glance. "I can manage," she said, though the sluggish bleed from her arm told a different story. Both of them were still caked in a cocktail of rain, mud, and blood, their faces streaked with grime from the long night.

Before Ava could brush off the wound any further, Eli hurried over, his face painted with concern. He had been watching her since they returned, waiting for the right moment. "Ava, that looks pretty bad. Let me check it out," he urged, holding out a first aid kit like it was an olive branch.

Ava sighed, shaking her head. "I’m fine, Eli. I’ll get to it. It’s just a scratch."

Talon, always ready to stir the pot, grinned and added, "Oh, she’s fine. She’ll patch it up herself and end up with some new 'artwork.' You should see the scar she gave me—looks like a lightning bolt down my side."

Ava groaned, rolling her eyes. "You deserved that one, Talon. Next time don’t pick a fight with a berserker while I’m busy."

Eli, not so easily deterred, stood his ground. His eyes were filled with stubborn concern. "Please, let the medic take care of it. You can’t just keep going like this, Ava."

Ava, ever the lone wolf, waved the approaching medic away with an authoritative flick of her hand. "I’ve got it. Go help someone who actually needs it," she said firmly, though there was a note of weariness creeping into her voice. Turning back to Eli, she added, "It’s not my first rodeo. I’ve dealt with worse."

Talon, sensing a prime opportunity to keep the banter going, chuckled. "Eli’s right. Don’t let her stitch it up herself—last time she stitched me up, I looked like I was struck by lightning. The medic took one look and almost fainted."

Ava huffed, crossing her arms, though the effect was lost as her arm throbbed with pain. "I’ve stitched you up plenty of times, Talon, and you’re still alive, aren’t you?"

"Yeah, but I’ve got more scars from you than from actual enemies!" Talon quipped, laughing as he nudged Miko. "She’s dangerous with a needle. Like she’s trying to recreate the battlefield on my skin."

Miko grinned, joining in on the teasing. "Better get that sorted before you bleed all over Jess’s kitchen floor. You know how she gets when things aren’t clean."

Ava shot them both a glare, but there was no venom in it. They were like family, and their ribbing was a comforting constant amidst the chaos. Still, she muttered under her breath, "I’m never stitching either of you up again."

With the crowd dispersing and the adrenaline fading, Talon and Miko turned toward Jess’s place, leaving Ava and Eli standing in the growing quiet. Eli, seeing his chance, stepped in closer. "Okay, will you let me stitch you up? I promise, I’m decent with a needle," he offered, his tone soft but insistent.

Ava looked at him, her eyes narrowing slightly. She was used to people backing down when she brushed them off. But Eli… he stood firm. And she couldn’t help but appreciate that.

"Alright, fine," she relented, her voice tinged with exhaustion. "But if you mess it up, you’re the one explaining it to Jess."

Eli smiled, not missing a beat. "Deal. I won’t let you down."

They made their way to Ava’s quarters, the silence between them filled with a strange warmth—an unspoken acknowledgment of the trust she was offering. Eli couldn’t help but notice the slight shift in Ava’s demeanor. As tough and unbreakable as she was, there was a vulnerability to her now, one that she rarely showed anyone.

When they reached her room, Ava tossed her gear aside then headed to the bathroom, Eli paced slightly as he waited in Ava’s spartan room, the space echoing the disciplined, solitary life she lived. The room was functional, no signs of luxury or excess. A small, weathered book lay on the nightstand—well-read, its edges frayed— a medal and a simple childlike drawing of a stick figure holding a sword was tacked to the wall. It was one of the few personal items she allowed herself, a faint glimpse of the warmth hidden behind her stoic exterior.

When Ava entered, she moved with purpose, her steps deliberate and controlled, though the exhaustion from the day’s events weighed on her. She wore a temporary bandage on her arm, blood staining the fabric. With a resigned sigh, she sat on the edge of the bed, laying a first aid kit beside her. “Let’s get this over with,” she muttered, her voice edged with fatigue, though her steel remained.

Eli hesitated. The wound looked worse up close. He met her eyes, his gaze soft with concern. “You might need to take your top off, or at least get your arm out of the sleeve,” he suggested, his tone cautious, understanding the delicate boundary they stood on.

Without hesitation or the slightest flicker of embarrassment, Ava stripped off her top, leaving only a thin undershirt, the muscles of her back and arms rippling beneath skin marred by countless scars—each one a story, each one a piece of her past carved into flesh. “Is that easier?” she asked, her voice betraying nothing, as though the moment required no more thought than tightening a strap or buckling a belt.

Eli swallowed, focusing on the task. “Much, thank you,” he replied, his fingers steady as he carefully peeled away the soiled bandage. The wound was deep, angry, a reminder of the life Ava lived and the dangers she faced every day. “Sorry if this hurts,” he murmured, his fingers working with careful precision as he cleaned the wound.

Ava didn’t flinch, her eyes distant, staring at something unseen. “I’ve had worse,” she said, her tone flat, as though pain was an old acquaintance.

Eli glanced at the scars that crisscrossed her back—evidence of battles fought, losses endured. His hand brushed against one unintentionally, his fingers lingering on the raised, jagged line. “All these marks...you’ve been through so much. How do you manage?” he asked, his voice soft, filled with both awe and concern.

Ava chuckled, a sound devoid of humor, more a defense mechanism than anything. “Didn’t realize I was keeping score,” she replied, her eyes briefly meeting his, though there was no light in them—only shadows of past battles.

Eli’s fingers continued their work, carefully stitching the wound, but the weight of his touch changed. It became reverent, like he was tracing the lines of a map—one that detailed the hardships and resilience of a woman who had survived more than he could imagine. “You joke about it,” he observed, tying off the last stitch, “but I can see the weight you carry.”

Ava stiffened slightly, unused to this kind of scrutiny. She usually masked everything beneath layers of sarcasm or indifference. Vulnerability wasn’t something she allowed herself. “We all carry something,” she said quietly, brushing off his comment, though the truth of it lingered in the air between them.

When Eli’s fingers inadvertently brushed against another scar, something inside her shifted. For once, instead of retreating behind her walls, she allowed herself to remain present, to feel the warmth of another person’s touch without the reflexive urge to pull away.

Eli finished bandaging her arm and glanced up, meeting her eyes, the space between them filled with unspoken words. Slowly, tentatively, he leaned forward and placed a kiss on her neck, a gentle brush of lips against her skin, testing the boundaries of their connection. “All done,” he whispered, his voice soft and filled with meaning beyond the physical care he had just given.

Ava felt a stirring in her chest—something unfamiliar, something dangerous. She had kept her guard up for so long, living behind walls so high that she had forgotten what it felt like to let someone in. But now, with Eli here, so close, her defenses began to crumble. She turned to face him, their eyes locking, the air thick with tension—not the kind born of battle, but of the kind that came with opening oneself to the possibility of something more.

Eli’s gaze was full of questions, searching her face for a sign, for permission.

Ava answered without words. She leaned in, closing the gap between them, her lips meeting his in a kiss that was both hesitant and urgent, like a door long bolted shut being pried open for the first time. Her hands, once so accustomed to wielding weapons, found a different kind of comfort in the warmth of his skin, the softness of his touch.

The kiss deepened, the space between them dissolving as they allowed themselves to be swept up in the moment. Eli’s hands roamed her back, tracing the stories written in her scars, but with a tenderness that acknowledged her pain without judgment. Ava, for the first time in years, let herself feel. Each kiss, each touch was a quiet surrender, a letting go of the need to be unbreakable.

As they moved together onto the bed, Eli’s touch became both grounding and liberating, offering her a sanctuary she hadn’t realized she needed. He didn’t push, didn’t rush—he simply existed in the moment with her, allowing her the space to let her walls fall in her own time.

For Ava, this was more than just a fleeting connection. It was an act of courage—letting someone see her not as the unyielding Sentinel, but as a woman who carried the weight of loss, fear, and desire. Eli didn’t just see her; he accepted her.

In the quiet of the night, as the rain pattered softly against the window, Ava let herself breathe. For the first time in what felt like forever, she allowed herself to feel something other than the sharp edge of survival. Wrapped in Eli’s arms, she found a small pocket of peace, a reminder that even in a life filled with danger and uncertainty, there was still room for moments of connection, of warmth, of love.

And though she knew this moment might not last, Ava held onto it, savoring it like the rarest of treasures—because for tonight, she was more than just a warrior. She was simply a woman, letting her guard down, and that was enough.

Chapter 115: Morning Revelations.

The first light of dawn crept through the curtains, casting a soft, golden hue over the room. Ava stirred, the warmth of another body beside her an unfamiliar, yet strangely comforting sensation. Eli's arm rested gently over her waist, his breathing deep and steady. For a fleeting moment, Ava let herself stay in that peaceful stillness—something she wasn’t used to allowing herself to enjoy.

She glanced around her sparse room, the bare walls and minimal decorations mirroring the solitude she had come to embrace over the years. Yet here, for the first time in what felt like forever, she wasn’t alone. She allowed herself a small smile, savoring the moment before reality inevitably intruded.

Of course, reality came in the form of a knock at the door. A firm, impatient knock that could only belong to one person.

"Blondie, you up?" Talon’s familiar voice echoed through the wooden door, tinged with his usual mix of impatience and amusement.

Ava’s eyes flew open, panic momentarily seizing her. She nudged Eli urgently. "Quick, under the bed," she hissed in a hurried whisper, her voice tight with alarm.

Eli, still groggy from sleep, blinked at her, confused. "What? Why—"

"Under. The. Bed!" Ava repeated with more urgency, practically shoving him out of bed. Eli, now understanding the situation, clumsily rolled off the mattress and crawled underneath just as Ava pulled a blanket over the side to conceal him better.

She ran a hand through her messy hair, quickly pulling on a shirt and straightening it before crossing the room to the door. She took a deep breath, plastering on her most casual expression before opening it.

Talon stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a mischievous smirk already in place. "Morning, Ava. You look... refreshed," he remarked, his smirk widening as his eyes flicked over her.

Ava fought to keep her expression neutral, though she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "Long night, that’s all. You know how it is," she said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her.

Talon’s smirk didn’t falter. "Right. Just a long night," he repeated with a knowing chuckle. He glanced past her into the room, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Well, training starts in 30 minutes. We’ve got drills to go over from yesterday."

"Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute," Ava replied, trying to sound casual, but she could feel the tension radiating off her. She needed Talon to leave—fast.

But, of course, Talon was Talon. His gaze shifted again, and then he spotted it. His grin stretched wider. "Morning, Eli!" he called out cheerfully, his voice carrying just enough volume to reach under the bed.

Ava groaned inwardly. Eli, muffled from beneath the bed, replied sheepishly, "Uh, morning, Talon."

Talon leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms, clearly enjoying the moment. "You know, Blondie, you should really invest in a bigger bed if you’re going to have guests over. Poor Eli’s probably getting cramped down there."

Ava rolled her eyes, but her lips betrayed her, curving into a reluctant smile. "Are you done?" she asked, her voice laced with mock irritation, though there was a clear hint of amusement.

Talon shrugged, feigning innocence. "What? I’m just concerned for Eli’s comfort. That floor’s gotta be hard."

Ava stepped forward, narrowing her eyes at him. "Get out, Talon."

"Alright, alright, I’m going." He pushed off the doorframe, but before leaving, he turned back with a wink. "Don’t be late, and, uh, you might want to let Eli out of hiding before he suffocates."

Ava shook her head as Talon strolled down the hallway, still chuckling to himself. She let out a long, exasperated sigh and closed the door behind her. For a moment, she stood with her back against it, trying to suppress the mix of embarrassment and laughter bubbling up inside her.

Eli crawled out from under the bed, his face red from both the awkwardness and the tight quarters. "Well, that was... eventful," he muttered, brushing the dust off his clothes as he stood.

Ava looked at him, the tension easing into a soft laugh. "I’m never going to hear the end of this, you know that, right?"

Eli smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. Should’ve been quieter under there."

Ava shook her head, her laughter quieting but her smile lingering. "No, you were fine. It’s just Talon being Talon."

They stood there for a moment, an easy silence settling between them. Eli’s eyes softened as he looked at her, the morning light catching the edges of her face, making her seem almost... peaceful. "Thanks for not kicking me out last night," he said quietly, his voice sincere.

Ava’s usual guard faltered slightly. She looked at him, really looked at him, and something inside her shifted. "Thank you for staying," she replied softly, her words carrying more weight than either of them expected.

Eli’s smile grew warmer. "Anytime."

With that, the moment passed, and Ava cleared her throat, her usual brisk tone returning. "Come on, we’ve got training to get to."

"Right behind you," Eli replied, his grin lingering as they both grabbed their gear and prepared to face the day. The brief respite of the morning was over, but it had left a lasting warmth between them—a connection that neither of them would soon forget.

Chapter 116 : The Calm Before the Storm.

The morning sun cast a deceptive calm over Green Arbor as the militia recruits clumsily worked through their drills under Ava's watchful eye. Wooden swords clashed awkwardly as farmers, shopkeepers, and townsfolk tried their best to embody the warriors they needed to become. Ava stood with her arms crossed, her sharp eyes catching every mistake, her mind already racing ahead to how she could improve their form.

Among them, Eli moved with surprising precision, his improvements from weeks of training clear. Ava couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride mixed with concern—it was good progress, but was it enough?

Miko approached her, chuckling lightly. "They're getting there. Well, most of them, anyway," he said, his voice lighthearted, though the undertone of worry was impossible to miss.

Ava smirked, her gaze flicking to Eli for a brief second before she replied. "They're not ready," she said bluntly. "But it's what we have."

Miko leaned in, a playful glint in his eye. "Speaking of ‘what we have,’ I heard Eli was quite supportive this morning. Or should I say early morning?"

Ava’s cheeks warmed slightly, her usual cool demeanor momentarily disrupted by the embarrassment of Miko’s teasing. "I’m going to kill Talon for spreading that," she muttered, shooting Miko a mock glare.

Miko chuckled, raising his hands in defense. "Hey, I’m just the messenger. But seriously, Ava, if he makes you happy..." His voice softened as he let the rest of his sentiment hang in the air, knowing she wasn’t one for heart-to-heart conversations.

Before Ava could respond, Talon appeared from the direction of the gates, his usual swagger replaced by an urgent stride. "Listen up," Ava called out, her voice cutting through the clamor of the training. The recruits immediately halted their movements, turning to face her.

Talon joined them, his tone all business. "We’ve got trouble. Scouts just came in—raiders are moving this way. They’re a few days out, but they’re gathering numbers."

A ripple of unease moved through the recruits, their faces a mixture of confusion and fear. Ava, reading the room instantly, stepped forward, her voice clear and commanding. "Listen up. This is what we’ve been training for. Not just drills—real defense of your homes."

Her words seemed to ground the group, the authority in her voice dispelling some of their doubt. Talon continued, stepping into the moment, his voice steady and unwavering. "You’ll all be put into your groups. Some of you will be in the fray with myself and Sentinel Ava. The rest will handle overwatch, fallback defense, and supply lines under Sentinel Miko. Every job is as dangerous and important as the other."

The recruits nodded, their faces set with newfound determination.

Talon clapped his hands together. "We may be a little short-handed after yesterday, but every one of you is a testament to the strength it takes to protect your homes. And don’t worry—before this is over, we’ll all be up close and personal with that raider force."

The weight of his words hung in the air as the recruits stood straighter, some even gripping their practice weapons tighter, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"Now get into your teams. Patrols and defenses need to be set up immediately," Talon ordered, clapping again as the group began to disperse, the urgency in the air pushing them into action.

As the recruits moved into their teams, Miko stayed behind for a moment, his usual confidence visibly shaken. He looked to Ava and Talon, his voice quieter now, laced with concern. "Do you really think we can do this?"

Ava and Talon exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with a mixture of calm confidence and that familiar spark of adrenaline that came with the prospect of battle. "We’ve faced worse with less," Ava replied, her lips curving into a slight smile. "We’ve got this."

Talon grinned, his voice playful despite the seriousness of the situation. "Trust us. This is what we live for."

Miko, catching their playful banter, couldn’t help but wonder if these two were actually looking forward to the fight. He shook his head slightly, trying to suppress his nerves as he watched them move off to assist the recruits. **Are they enjoying this?** he thought, marveling at how they seemed to thrive in the face of chaos.

With a deep breath, Miko pushed his worries aside and rejoined the groups, mentally preparing himself for the task ahead. He couldn’t afford to let fear take root—not now, not when the stakes were so high.

Miko, clipboard in hand, began assigning duties with the no-nonsense efficiency of a man who understood the gravity of the situation. "We need strong points on the north and south ends. Barriers and sandbags up within the hour," he ordered, his voice firm. "Teams will take shifts reinforcing those points, and I need you on it now."

Talon strode over from his post, where he'd been coordinating with the scouts. He joined Ava at the front, his expression serious but tinged with his usual wry humor. "Perimeter’s going to be crucial," he said quietly, but his voice carried weight. "We need patrols watching the water post and the eastern ridge. If I were them, I'd probe there first."

Ava, her gaze sharp and calculating, took in the faces of the militia. Some were resolved, jaws set with the determination of people ready to fight for their homes. Others bore the weight of fear and uncertainty, their expressions tight. She stepped forward, her voice clear and unwavering. “Alright, listen up! This isn’t just another drill. This is what you’ve been training for—defending not just yourselves, but your families, your homes, your community."

She paused, her eyes locking with each of them, one by one. "We stand united. Green Arbor stands united. Let's show these raiders exactly who they’re up against."

A quiet but palpable wave of resolve swept through the group. Shoulders squared, heads nodded, and with a sense of purpose, they began to disperse, moving to their designated tasks.

As they did, Eli stepped forward, his posture straight, his expression earnest. “Where do you need me?”

Ava regarded him for a moment, her usual guarded expression softened by the intensity of the moment and the events of the previous night. Without overthinking it, she leaned in and gave him a quick peck on the cheek, a rare show of affection. "Perimeter patrol," she instructed, her voice steady, though her eyes lingered on his. "Stay sharp out there."

For a split second, Eli looked surprised, but then his face settled into determination, the weight of her trust resting on him. "You can count on me," he promised, his voice firm.

As he turned to go, Talon, standing just beside Ava, raised an eyebrow, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, that’s not something you see every day," he teased, his tone light but amused.

Ava shot him a mock glare, though a smile played on her lips. "No point hiding it now, big mouth," she retorted, her voice teasing but laced with affection for her friend.

Talon chuckled, his eyes still sparkling with mischief. "Hey, I'm just saying, Blondie, love in a time of war—that’s something poets write about."

Ava groaned, but there was no bite in it. "You and your poetry," she muttered. "How about you focus on the perimeter and leave the romance to me?"

"Fair enough," Talon quipped, flashing her a grin as they both turned back to the task at hand.

The reality of the looming threat returned quickly as they surveyed the preparations being made around them. The sound of sandbags being dropped, wood being hammered into place, and hushed but urgent voices filled the air. Green Arbor was bracing itself for a fight, and the atmosphere grew tense with each passing moment.

As they moved to oversee the fortifications, Ava’s mind shifted back into tactical mode. "We’ll need eyes on the ridge constantly," she murmured to Talon. "And I want the fallback defense to be tight. No gaps."

Talon nodded, his face serious once more. "Don’t worry, we’ve got this. They won’t know what hit them."

The quiet confidence in his voice was mirrored by Ava’s steady gaze. The two of them had been through enough battles to know that victory wasn’t just about strength—it was about preparation, unity, and outthinking the enemy. And as the rain began to drizzle down, adding a chill to the air, Ava knew one thing for certain: Green Arbor was ready for whatever came next.

Miko, having watched the interaction between Ava and Talon, couldn’t help but notice something else—something almost playful in their demeanor, as if they thrived on the challenge ahead. He let out a soft chuckle, though it was tinged with nervous energy. "Are they actually looking forward to this?" he thought to himself. The tension in his own chest was hard to shake, but seeing them so composed—and maybe even a little too at ease—helped to calm his nerves.

Shaking off the doubt, Miko rejoined the groups, steeling himself. "Let’s get these defenses in place!" he called, his voice carrying through the camp as he began to assign the final orders. He wasn't quite sure what the next few days would bring, but as he glanced at Ava and Talon one more time, something inside him whispered that they had faced worse, and somehow, they would face this too.