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The Fifty-Third Sheska

Volume #9, Chapter 34, Page 25, Panel 1.

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FINALLY! Oh my goodness, we’re finally here. I’m gonna try to get back on track, although we’re nearly halfway through the year so I think I’m more than a hundred pages down (oops O_o). NEVERTHELESS, I had a burst of inspiration and some free time today, so I’ve made a new start on this thing. If you’re new to this, or it’s been a while and you need to read from the beginning, start here. Otherwise, let’s continue from where we left off:

Gabriel stared with a mixture of amusement and relief as Nyala seemed to straight-up reject the next few iterations who walked up to her. After the fourth failure, Abaddon sighed and returned to her normal form, sitting opposite Gabriel and clutching a pint hard enough to worry the glass.

'Not her type, not her type, not her type!' Abaddon hissed. 'Ugh, I though she was into girls!'

Gabriel said nothing as Abaddon continued to rant.

'And to think, I spent all this time coming up with a new plan just so I wouldn't have to massacre an entire bar! Hellfire and Damnation, I was so sure it was going to w... she's flirting with that guy!'

Gabriel turned and tried not to grin too much as she watched the interplay between Nyala and the guy from Bristol University; he was on the men's rugby team, by the look of his jersey, and Nyala's eyes kept wandering over his body as she smiled at him.

'She's practically undressing him with her eyes!' Abaddon cried, indignant. 'I know she's into girls; why is she flirting with that guy?' Now Gabriel turned to her and flashed a smile.

'Maybe she fancies something different tonight,' she said, returning to the bar. She watched from a distance while Abaddon fumed silently.

Nyala approached the bar and ordered, but faltered when she caught Gabriel's eye. She took her drink and approached her.

'What are you doing here?' Gabriel said nothing for a moment, checking her over with an angel's sight to make sure she was okay.

'Nice work with that demon,' she said eventually. 'Your magic is really coming along, but it's still risky doing something like that. Illusions work in more ways than one.'

'Did you really come all the way out here to tell me that?' Nyala pressed. Gabriel grimaced.

'There's a lot I can't tell you,' she said. 'But the angel you dodged on the way out of the stadium – that was Uriel, the Watcher. He's not going to stop, and neither is that demon. When you get back, learn how to attack.' Nyala sighed.

'We tried that before,' she said. 'it-'

'Try again,' Gabriel warned. 'Try harder.'

'Gabriel, what's up?' Nyala asked. 'There's something else, I can tell; you're usually so much more calm than this. What's going on?'

'It's... not something I can talk about,' Gabriel said. 'Your date's coming over, enjoy your night.'

Nyala turned and smiled at the guy in the jersey. He grinned back; when Nyala turned to speak to Gabriel one last time, she was gone.

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Malphas knew exactly where Nyala had gone, but he had no interest in chasing her. As far as he was concerned, she would return. They wouldn't kill her, not tonight. Of that he was confident.

Well, mostly confident.

A squelching and rippling distracted him from his reading, hiding as he was from Forneus and Astaroth in his own small room at a bed and breakfast on the seafront. These were not the usual sea sounds, though; he clapped his book shut and turned to the doorway.

Something slimy was trying to get underneath it.

'I say,' he said aloud. 'You're not going to eat me if I let you in, are you? I recognise that form, Demogorgon!'

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“You don’t remember anything? A name, how old you are?”

The girl shook her head, taking a handful of reddish hair and running it through her hands.

Riffin and Elyn traded a look and sighed almost in unison.

The group had spent the last three days going through Ne’Run, trying to find family and coming up empty-handed. They’d decided that the girl would stay with them, and were trying to work through her apparent amnesia to find something—anything—out about her.

“Well the girl needs a name. Do you have any ideas, kid? It’s going to be your name, after all,” Jamas said, walking into the room.

Shrugging, the girl looked between the three of them with wide eyes.

Elyn sighed quietly, leaning back. “I don’t think we’re going to get anything out of her, boys. Looks like her name and everything is up to us.”

After a long deliberation, they decided upon the name Ineora Sayturi—“she seems to like you the most, Elyn; we’d might as well give her your last name,”—and that this was to be her birthday—“say she just turned seven. That’s about how old she looks.”

They sent the child off to amuse herself nearby while they tried to figure out just what to do with her.

“A child is far from thief material,” Leony pointed out. “Especially one so naïve.”

Dinan rolled his eyes. “A child with no memory of the past several years is practically expected to be naïve. She doesn’t know how bad the world is, doesn’t remember general human kindness or cruelty.”

Runa watched the girl for a few seconds before saying anything. “She may be more perceptive than we’re giving her credit for.” When faced with six questioning looks—and one understanding from Riffin—she motioned at their huddle. “No matter how naïve one is, who would willingly come with a group of people that look like us? We clearly don’t look the part of heroes that save amnesiac children, and we’re made up of primarily older people. Of course we know we don’t go around killing people or some shit, but others don’t. Most kids would have run the other way or just outright refused.”

“Her future is almost entirely up to us. Has anyone here ever actually raised a kid before?” Endin asked, his green eyes gazing over each of them.

Runa shrugged. “After my parents died I basically raised my three younger brothers. They turned out alright—except for Ferris . . .” She trailed off, lips pursed. “Morgan and Soren are fine, though.”

Chuckling quietly, Dinan leaned forward. “My wife and I had a few kids before everything. You could say I’ve had a bit of experience.”

“See, Endin, this kid isn’t entirely fucked.” Adar grinned. “Maybe a little if we leave it all to Runa, but for the most part this kid should be fine.”

Most of the afternoon was spent discussing just what Ineora’s future would most likely consist of, until they eventually came to an agreement. Of course they knew nothing was set in stone; that the girl would change over the years and that they’d have to adjust a lot of it as time went on, but just having something resembling a plan gave them some peace of mind.

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Students’ purses during final exams last week.

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