Peter had no idea how long he’d been out for. Could have been hours, days, months even. He checked his coms again, still no signal. He looked around for footprints, anything that could tell him where the rest of the team went, nothing.
As Dancing Crow followed his brother into town he could barely contain his excitement, for they were going to be the first from the tribe to see the Iron Beast that screams smoke.
Finally a place where he could think clearly.
The dandelions tickled her bare legs, the salt air kissed her face. It had taken four months but when she finally reached the sea, it was clear she’d made the right decision in leaving.
When the earth was young and wild.
Champ loved the days Edward came out to visit him. Once in awhile he’d go down and get the fish for him but most days he’d wait patiently while Edward cast a line in the water.
Just a few more blocks she told him. A few more block and they’d be home. He never even saw it coming.
The flag would fly in front of the capitol for another week before it was ripped down and replaced by the ever growing rebel faction.
He’d made sure to get an early start for soon the rest of them would awake and give chase.
She’d followed the clues around the world and ended up here alone.
Wandering amongst the ruins of Rivendell
Edward couldn’t believe his eyes. What the hell was a human doing in space?
Liberty was dead, but he would live to fight another day.
He never even saw it coming.
It rained with purpose that day, as if to wash away all that had transpired.
