After entering the room, Tucker stared at the old wooden table and chair. Admiring the reflection of the moon that shined on the polished surface. He carefully placed the book Charles recommended to the side, noticing something new on his desk. On the very surface of the table was a small page, with only a few lines written on the surface.

  To: Tucker Welford,

  Mission Details: Departure to the Stafford Bastion City and reinforce the garrison with fellow watchmen. Leave within fourteen days from X.

  From,

  Administrators Of The Order

  “How typical of them… always straight to the point.” Tucker took the letter in his hands and threw it in the trash. His stomach turned at the sight of the word Welford, but there was nothing he could do.

  He had left his family long ago and thought he would finally be freed from their control. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t change his surname. His family never cared about him, and he was nothing more than a bird trapped in a cage in their household. A prisoner with no will of his own, and it was only after joining the Order that he was given a chance at freedom. The goal was to climb the ranks and build his merits to the point where he could stand on his own, but reality was often different.

  Tucker removed his cloak and armor, tossing it to the side as a heavy thud echoed in the room. He plopped down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. “Did I make the right decision?”

  That one question caused his heart to sink. Even though he was asking this for himself, no one was there to answer. Yet for a moment, he felt the spirit essence within his chest flutter, and soon, a swirl of energy emerged before him. The spirit stretched its wings as it gently landed on the bedside with a gaze that focused on its contractor.

  “Gale? What are you doing here? I didn’t call for you.”

  Gale seemed to release a small exhale followed by a deadpan gaze before hopping over to Tucker and landing on his chest. The spirit raised its beak and brought it down with all its might on the rookie’s head, causing him to squirm and roll in pain.

  “You damn bastard! You think I won’t hurt you 'cause you’re a bird!” Tucker rose from the bed and quickly swiped his hands through the air, trying to grab Gale by the feathers but nearly missing each time. After several more futile attempts, he reluctantly resigned and fell back onto the bed. “You’re lucky I’m exhausted; if I was in my peak condition, you wouldn’t be able to escape me.”

  Tucker took short, ragged breaths but soon felt something heavy press down on his chest. He looked up and saw Gale resting there, peacefully sitting there as a cool spring breeze filled the room and brushed his hair. It was the first time Gale had ever done such a thing, but Tucker knew that his companion was trying to comfort him.

  “I guess we’ve both had a rough time, huh?”

  Gale gently pecked Tucker once more and soon closed its eyes. Resting on the young watchman’s chest without a care in the world and seeing this, Tucker couldn’t help but realize how much had changed. When he started, he saw Gale as nothing more than a tool to meet ends, but now his companion was all that remained of his team. Alex and Blaire had gone their separate ways and were off to god knows where. While he was off to another location entirely.

  He once chased the rank of a Nightfall Ranger, but now that urge wasn’t there. There wasn’t a need to rush, and Alex, his mentor, was right to engrain such a belief in his head. Opportunities will always be there. He just had to make the most of it. If he told his friends about the missions he’s been on, no one would believe him. Not in the slightest without proof. After all, he had uncovered the Empire’s plan for war before anyone else with Alex. They had fought a demon and saved their comrades from the depths of sewers. And finally, they saved Adira from the Emerald Towers' cruel experiments. It didn’t matter that his records were sealed and to be forgotten once he died since the ones who needed to know already did. That was all the credit he needed.

  Yet the only thing that bothered him was his chess game with Blaire. Winning or losing didn’t concern him, but in the end, he had no choice but to sacrifice his queen for victory. Something that was against his beliefs and part of why he didn’t want to be a leader. The concept of sacrificing the lives of others to achieve a goal didn’t sit well with him. However, Tucker knew that if there was no other choice and he had to give something. It would be his own life. The king was their home, their nation, and the queen represented him because there was nothing more precious after his nation than his own life.

  It didn’t matter if others shunned him once they discovered he had a scarlet seal. Many didn’t like him to begin with, except for a selected few. Tucker quietly chuckled and closed his eyes. There was little time left to think, but for now, he needed rest. Such thoughts could be set aside for now since all that he wanted to do was make sure that Adira would be fine once he left.

  13 Days Before Departure

  “So you’re telling me, this entire time, there were different ways we could use these threads? I never knew I could pluck them to change the intensity of the spells or tighten them to strengthen the effects!” Tucker said while flipping through the pages of “Elementary Wind Techniques For Simpletons.”

  “Well, that’s correct. I don’t see why this is such a surprise now. Such things change depending on one’s elements, though their applications are usually the same,” Charles replied.

  “Alex and Blaire never said anything about this!” Tucker snapped back.

  “I mean, Alex probably doesn’t know because he can’t create threads of essence, but Blaire should have said something.”

  “Blaire? I mean… I guess I never really had the chance to talk to him, so that’s why he didn’t tell me anything…” Tucker cleared his throat and forced a smile.

  “Those are social skills you need to work on my dear chap! But I wouldn’t worry so much about it. There’ll be plenty of opportunities in the future.” Charles felt a tug on his robe and warmly gazed down at Adira, who offered a small black biscuit. “Oh my! Another goodie? Please offer some to Uncle Tucker. He would be delighted to try some.”

  Adira carefully waddled closer to Tucker while holding the plate of biscuits. She happily held up the treats for Tucker and patiently waited for him to try it.

  “Ah, thank you.” Tucker grabbed one of the biscuits and threw it in his mouth without a second thought while skimming through the book. The bitter and burnt taste hit him right in the guts as he nearly threw up but somehow swallowed the biscuit of doom. “These are awful!”

  Hearing this, Adira stared at Tucker with watery eyes as tiny beads formed. She tried to mask her snuffles before running off.

  “My point exactly…” Charles rubbed his eyes and then glared at Tucker. “Go.”

  Tucker hurriedly chased after Adira, following her through the numerous bookshelves within the scholar’s chambers before finally finding her behind a pile of books. He let out a sigh of relief, knowing that she wasn’t hurt, and sat down beside her. “Sorry about that Adira, I overreacted.”

  Adira clenched her hands into tiny fists and rubbed her eyes. “No… it’s okay I won’t make anymore biscuits. I can’t do anything right anyways…”

  “Hey, don’t say that. They were bad but much better than when I first tried baking.” Tucker revealed a bright and comforting smile as she looked up. He handed her the end of his cloak. “I’m sure you’ll make something delicious if you keep trying.”

  “Really?” Adira took his cloak and blew her nose.

  “I’m sure of it.”

  “Then… will you try my biscuits again?”

  “Always.”

  Adira dropped the cloak and tightly wrapped her arms around Tucker. Hugging the young watchman while burying her head into his shoulder. Even though he was taken aback as it was the first time someone had ever hugged him, Tucker sighed. Such a thing wasn’t bad every so often, and he returned the gesture with his arms. Carrying the tired girl back to the main area of the scholar’s chamber.

  10 Days Before Departure

  “Are we sure this is a good idea?” Tucker asked while watching Daniela and Charles remove Adira’s mana-draining cuffs. He could smell the old scent of the books in the scholar’s chambers and instinctively knew this was a bad idea.

  “Sure? Not so much, but we won’t know until we try.” Daniela smirked, beaming with interest while taking out a small translucent orb that was used to illuminate light from the magic lanterns. “Doesn’t this make your heart race at the thought of discovering something new?”

  “Uh… no.” Tucker quickly shot down the idea. “In fact, the only reason my heart is racing is because of stress.”

  “Oh relax Tucker, we’re in one of the greatest research facilities within the Kingdom!” Charles tapped the rookie’s shoulder and passed him the mana-draining handcuffs from Daniela. “Hold on to these. If something goes wrong, you can just put it back on her.”

  “No, wait, that’s not the—”

  Before Tucker could finish his sentence, Charles passed the small magic orb to Adira. Her small hands held onto the orb and the moment she made contact. It gleamed with a blinding light that pierced every corner of the room. Followed by a noise the rookie had never heard before. Tucker narrowed his eyes and instantly dashed forth, grabbing the orb out of Adira’s palm and hurling it across the chamber. His arms wrapped around Adira, shielding her as a deafening explosion erupted behind them.

  The room violently trembled as a section of the bookcases collapsed, sending wooden debris in all directions. Charles and Daniela both rose from the rubble along with the dust, patting their shoulders and laps clean.

  “Adira! Are you okay?” Tucker did a quick scan of Adira while his hands spun her around. “Does anywhere hurt? Are you in shock? God dammit, what do we do when someone is in shock?! I normally just hit them, but I’ve never hit a kid before!”

  “I’m—I’m okay, but the room…” Adira's lips trembled. She gazed at the destroyed section of the chamber while holding her hands before her chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

  “It’s okay Adira, as long as you weren’t hurt.” Tucker patted her head and turned to Charles and Daniela, who agreed.

  “That’s right, we can always fix the section with restoration magic.” Charles nodded and stroked his beard. Merrily chuckling with his lips curled upwards.

  “Yeah, besides, we can’t let one minor setback like this hold us back!” Daniela adjusted her robe and pulled another larger orb from her sleeve. “Now let’s try with this one—”

  Before Daniela could finish her sentence, the sound of footsteps storming through the corridors entered their ears. In an instant, the steel doors slammed open, smashing into the walls as Oliver marched in with the other custodians.

  “Who the hell is causing such a ruckus!” His golden eyes frantically darted around the room, examining every bit of information he could see until finally landing on Tucker’s hands. “You again! How many times must we teach you this lesson, you damn brat!”

  “Huh?” Tucker stared at the custodians, who were seething with rage. “Wait, this time it wasn’t me—”

  “Enough of your excuses! Boys, get him!” Oliver’s golden hair seemed to dance in the air as his aura radiated a teal glow. His weathered face filled with rage as the other custodians charged upon his call.

  And seeing this, Charles and Daniela both pulled Adira away from the commotion and scurried away, taking shelter behind a flipped-over desk.

  “We’ll let Tucker deal with that,” Charles whispered, covering Adira’s ears.

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  “Indeed, teacher. I’ll never forget Tucker’s valiant sacrifice.” Daniela covered Adira’s eyes while peeking over the table, watching as the custodian viciously beat Tucker with whatever broken furniture they could find. Until finally, tossing Tucker into the air as Oliver leaped from the top of the bookshelf and body-slammed the young rookie through a table. “We… should probably get a priest as well.”

  8 Days Before Departure

  Tucker slowly opened his eyes and felt the soft white fabric of the medical facility’s bed. He glanced around the room, noticing Mary, who was reading a children’s book to the side. Her pale, smooth skin and almond-shaped violet eyes caught his gaze. When their eyes met, she smiled.

  “Seems like Mr. Sleepyhead is awake now.” Mary placed the book on the bedside. “I was quite surprised to see you so soon after our last encounter. Considering how you were thrown through the window, I thought your little demon hunt went poorly.”

  “How long have I been out?” Tucker asked.

  “Not one for small talk, I see.” Mary stood up from her chair and sighed. “It’s been a day since you’ve been out.”

  “Sorry… I just have a lot to do before I leave.” Tucker forced himself out of bed but soon fell back down.

  “You watchman always push yourselves too far.”

  “It’s not to train. I have to go back to the scholar’s chamber. There’s someone I’m taking care of.”

  “Ah…” Mary pondered for a second but soon smiled. “That child? She’s an interesting one, that’s for sure.” She held out her hand as a golden light formed several centimeters away from her palm and soon cast a prayer. The wounds on Tucker’s body slowly closed, and he could feel the pain fade away. “I didn’t want to fully heal you since I thought you would just run off and get yourself hurt. But now that I see you aren’t going to train, I’ll let you go.”

  “Thanks!” Tucker jumped out of bed, catching Mary off guard, and soon darted out of the room.

  She stared at the watchman, bewildered, but her gaze soon softened. Even though Tucker couldn’t hear her, she could see the remnants of his soul glow brightly in the dim corridors. “You’ve grown stronger.”

  5 Days Before Departure

  “Wow… you can bake?” Daniela asked, twirling her long black hair between her fingertips. She hovered behind Tucker and Adira as they worked on the kitchen table. “I didn’t know you had a knack for these things.”

  Tucker patted the dough several times and rolled one end over the other. His long brown hair was tied back, and his amber eyes focused on the pastry before him. The apron he wore was covered in flour, but not a speck of it was on his brown pants or white collared shirt. “It’s just something I picked up when I was at school. Adira, is the baking sheet prepared?”

  “Mhm!” Adira held the metal tray over her head with the translucent sheet of paper carefully placed on top. She then lowered it beside Tucker. Brushing the white apron that covered her light blue dress. “It’s right here.”

  “Good.” Tucker kept his sleeves rolled back, took out a circular biscuit cutter from the kitchen’s drawer, and held it in his hands. “We can use this to help mold our biscuits, keeping them all nice and uniform. What I like to do is put some flour on the edge of the cutters and press it into the dough so that we don’t seal the edges.”

  ”Don’t seal the edges?” Adira tilted her head in confusion and watched Tucker carefully place the flour-covered cutter into the dough and then pull it out. Her eyes glistened in amazement as a perfectly shaped dough came out with multiple layers of butter and dough mixed together like pages. “Wow… can I try?”

  “Of course, feel free to do it for the rest. Just make sure to clean the edges of the cutter and then cover it with flour again.” Tucker handed Adira the dull dough cutter and stepped back. Crossing his arms while leaning against a table to the side.

  “You know, I never pictured someone like you to enjoy baking,” Daniela smirked and stood beside him. Her light blue dress matched Adira’s and was simple in design. But unlike Adira, she didn’t wear an apron since she wasn’t any good at baking. “Was there a reason you picked this up?”

  “It’s nothing noble like you think. I just thought that if I learned to bake back during my academy days, it would help me with my romance life.”

  “Did it?”

  ”Not at all.” Tucker watched Adira happily cut the dough with a smile on her face. “Instead, I somehow got a squadron of knight trainees whose sleeves were ripped off their uniform as my personal escort.”

  Daniela burst out into a fit of laughter and held her stomach. Barely able to stop the tears of joy from falling. “No way, you’re telling me you took up baking to court woman and instead picked up a bunch of guys!”

  “Yeah… Thanks to them, I had no problems during my academy days, but having a group of six-foot-tall guys escort you around deterred all the ladies from wanting to talk with me.”

  “I could see it.” Daniela grinned and gazed at Tucker. “You don’t strike me as a romantic type of guy.”

  “Perhaps, but everyone wants to be loved once in their life. The same goes for me.”

  “Do you still want to be loved?” Daniela quietly asked.

  “No, not anymore. Now I just want to know… that once I leave for my next mission, you’ll take good care of Adira.” Tucker met Daniela’s gaze and, for a moment. She seemed to have a better understanding of the man before her. A kind-hearted but dim-witted man who didn’t realize that those around him already loved him.

  “We will. I promise.”

  “Thanks, that’s all I needed to hear.” Tucker nodded at her words and focused back on Adira, who seemed to be oblivious to the world around her. He tightly clenched his hands, pulling on the fabric of his sleeves. For once in his life, he wanted to cherish this moment for a bit longer but knew it wouldn’t be possible, and soon it would all come to an end.

  2 Days Before Departure

  “You’re… leaving…?” Adira’s lips trembled once Tucker told her the news. A bitter taste filled her mouth as her eyes met Charles and Daniela’s; their expressions were heavy and worn. They had known from the start. All of them knew except for her. “W-what did I do wrong? I… I don’t get it. I thought I did good! I thought I was behaving!”

  “Adira, it’s not your fault. I was bound to leave eventually for my next mission—”

  “Lies! I hate you! I hate how you tricked me into thinking that you would stay by my side!” Adira blocked out Tucker’s voice with her hands, with tears streaming down her cheeks. She turned and ran. Each step hit the wooden planks as her flowery yellow dress fluttered in the wind and her light blue slippers tapped on the ground.

  The three of them stood there quietly with the weight of the world pulling on their hearts. It was the first time they had ever dealt with such a situation and typically children weren’t allowed within the premise of the Order. Adira was a special case that had been overlooked.

  Charles scratched the back of his head and took a deep breath. “I’ll try to calm her down, Tucker. I’m sure you have a lot of things to do before you leave, so make sure you don’t forget anything.”

  “No, it’s okay Charles. Let me handle this.” Tucker patted Charles's shoulder and glanced at the troubled Daniela. Tears were forming near the end of her eyes as well. She had known for a few days now, but that didn’t make the news any easier to digest.

  Their blue robes with golden accents that usually seemed powerful and upright were a fragment of their former self, and seeing this, Tucker knew from their posture that they were just as conflicted. There was nothing the two could do, and this was something he had to discuss with Adira himself. He carefully followed the muffled sobbing sounds and stopped before a door with a wooden sign hanging on the door. Adira’s name was neatly written on the surface, and with a deep breath. Tucker lightly tapped on the wooden surface.

  “Adira? Can I come in?” Tucker forced his voice to leave his lips. It felt suffocating. No matter how many times he played the scenario out in his head. He knew he couldn’t get it right.

  “No! Go away! I don’t want to talk to you right now!” Adira screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Tucker to let out a slow exhale.

  He pressed his palms against the surface and rested his forehead against the door. “I know you’re angry, and I wish I could stay… but I can’t. I can’t go against this order.”

  “Lies! I know you’re used to breaking orders!” Adira snapped back. “I couldn’t move, but I knew you stood against that man when he wanted to kill me. I remember everything! I remember everything…”

  The muffled shuffle coming from the other side, followed by the quiet sobbing, tore into Tucker’s heart. A heartbeat of silence was between them, and he didn’t know that she was aware of what happened between him and Blaire. Yet she knew this entire time when he thought she was asleep, and knowing this, the accusation gutted him.

  He expected there to be some sort of resistance. Some kind of defiance, but not this. Tucker shut his eyes and inhaled slowly. It was pointless to force his way into her room. Words were the only way to convince her. To make her feel safe. “I promise you, I’ll come back, alright?”

  “No! You’re lying just like those mages that tried to help us!” her voice shook as if each word was on the verge of breaking. “You’re going to die out there and leave me all alone, just like the others, and I don’t want to sit here believing that you’ll come back!”

  Tucker could feel his throat tighten, and the weight of her words press down against his shoulders. He had no right to make that promise and shouldn’t have, not after hearing what she had been through.

  “Why… why do you have to go?” Adira asked.

  “I have to… I’ve been called, and I must answer.”

  “Can’t you just stay here? With Charles, Daniela, and I?” Adira wiped her tears from behind the door. “It’s not fair. I thought I could finally be happy here… why can’t I just be happy?”

  Tucker kept his hands on the door while taking a step back. Trying to keep his voice calm. “I’m fighting so that you can continue to be happy, and that’s why I have to go. I promised you I would find your friends and save them, but I can’t do that here…”

  He stayed still and listened to her sobs, to the brief gasps between them, and finally to the sound of the grief of a child who was still too young to understand why people leave. “I don’t mean to hurt you, but… even if I’m gone—” Tucker stopped himself. She was safe with the custodians, with the other watchmen, with Charles and Daniela, but that wasn’t what she wanted to hear. There were no words to fix this. No words that would make his absence hurt less.

  So Tucker did the only thing he could do—he stayed. Pressing his back against the door and falling down to the bottom while leaning against the surface. Listening to her heartache and sounds of grief.

  “I’ll make sure that there’ll always be a place for you to call home,” Tucker whispered.

  Adira didn’t answer, but there was no need. She just needed to hear his words, and for now, that was enough.

  0 Days Before Departure

  “So, today’s the big day, huh?” Oliver rolled up the dark green sleeves of his robe and extended his hand. “I’ll be honest; I’ll miss the bullshit you pull every day.”

  “Haha, don’t worry. I’m sure the other rookies will keep you busy.” Tucker grabbed onto Oliver’s hand and shook it. Unlike their standard attire, that was a mix of leather and iron. His current armor was all made of iron and reinforced with the latest magic engravings for protection. The equipment he wore now forfeited the classic appearance of the watchman that was suited for stealth and instead was more like a knight, with interlocking chain mail and the Order’s sigil on the shoulder pads.

  “Ha… I swear you bastards are all the same.” Oliver rolled his eyes and smacked Tucker’s back. The green cape draped over his left shoulder fluttered momentarily as the rookie stumbled.

  “What the—” Tucker regained his balance and looked at Oliver, only to see the custodian pointing to the side. His gaze drifted to where Adira stood with Charles and Daniela, her hands tightly clenched on the fabric of her white dress. But what drew his attention the most was that the mana-draining cuffs were no longer around her wrist. The only adornment was a small pendant on a fine silver chain resting against her skin. Charles let out a small cough and lightly pushed Adira forward.

  “I—um made these for you.” Adira held out the biscuits in front of her.

  Tucker stared at the bag of treats and smiled. He could see the bandaids on her fingers and knew that she tried her best to prepare something for him. “Thanks, I’ll try to savor them, but who knows? I might just eat it all on the first day.”

  “They might not taste good…”

  “That’s fine. I’m sure you’ll make better ones for me when I return.” Tucker gazed at the pendant. “That’s a nice pendant. Did Charles and Daniela make that for you?”

  “Mhm.” Adira nodded.

  “I guess they beat me to it, but I also have something to give you.” He reached into his leather pouch strapped to the side of his belt, on the opposite side of his sword, and pulled out an iron medallion with a wind pattern engraved on the surface. Tucker held it by the green ribbon attached to the end and gently placed it within her palms. “It’s not much, but this will reassure you that I’ll always be by your side.”

  Adira held onto the medallion, and as her fingers tightly held onto it. A cool spring breeze flowed around her, gently brushing his hair as it swayed in the wind. “This…”

  “I’m a wind contractor, so I figured something like this would be nice.” Tucker placed the bag of treats into his pouch and smirked. “Though I don’t think it’ll be as priceless as having our princess bake me some treats.”

  “No… it’s perfect.” Adira kept the medallion close to her chest. “Charles… told me about the nature of how the watchman works and… I know I said some mean things yesterday, but I didn’t mean it—”

  “I know, Adira; you don’t have to beat yourself over it.” Tucker’s voice was soft. He gently patted her head. “I’ll never hold it against you.”

  Adira kept her head down, holding back her tears, and mumbled. “Could you tell me your wish?”

  “My wish?” Tucker tilted his head and stared at Charles and Daniela, who had no clue what she meant.

  “Mhm, like something you want to do.”

  “Why?”

  “Because… in case you don’t make it back… I can fulfill your wish for you.”

  Tucker’s lips curled upward in a wide arc as he chuckled. His gaze shifted to Oliver. “Do you have a piece of paper and some string?”

  “One moment.” Oliver shuffled behind his desk and pulled out a stack of pages, writing utensils, and string. “Yep, it’s all here.”

  “Thanks.” Tucker walked over to the desk as the other watchmen in the area watched over their conversation. He carefully wrote something on one side of the paper, then folded it in half and wrote his name. The rookie made a small hole with the pencil, just large enough for the string to go through. Creating a simple loop, and hung the note high on one of the potted trees. “There we go.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” Adira pouted.

  “I know, but I can’t make it that easy now, can I?” Tucker grinned. “If I don’t make it back after the war, you can take the note down and fulfill my wish. But if I do come back, then I’ll fulfill it myself. Sounds fair?”

  Adira's eyes glistened at his words, and she quickly nodded.

  “Good.” Tucker looked over to Charles and Daniela, but before he could say anything. He felt a gentle tap on his shoulder.

  “Uh… sorry. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, and I was wondering if it was alright if I also wrote a note and put it on the tree, too.” The young watchman awkwardly scratched his head. “It’s okay if it’s not.”

  “Go for it. Everything’s on the desk.” Tucker patted their shoulder, and soon, a delightful smile emerged. One by one, watchmen from all over the room came to the desk and wrote out their wishes and names. Some folded it like Tucker’s, while others made small cranes and shapes. Soon, countless watchmen covered the entire tree with dozens of their handcrafted wishes. In the shadows of the gothic arches of the Order, a single tree beaming with the dreams of those within the Order rested.

  Adira couldn’t help but stare in amazement at the beautiful tree before her. She never expected such a thing to happen, and even the scholars and custodians took part. Her eyes watered once more as small beads formed, but Tucker soon wiped them away.

  “I have to get going now.” Tucker glanced over at Oliver, who sadly nodded. He then stared at Charles and Daniela. “I trust you two will look after her?”

  “Of course,” Charles replied.

  “Don’t worry about her. We’ll make sure to protect her,” Daniela answered.

  “Thanks.” Tucker gave Adira one last hug and then stepped onto the teleportation platform. The device hummed as mana filled the engravings.

  “We’ll make sure no one bullies her,” Oliver said.

  “Thanks, I appreciate it.” Tucker turned to Adira, Charles, and Daniela. He placed two fingers on his temple and gave a simple salute. “I’ll see you later.”

  The End Of Book One