The Girl from the Ground - Season 1

Episode Four, Part 1:

Episode Four, Part 1: 
A Boy Named Theo 

Myles trudged through the forest, his body aching from the weight of carrying his belongings with him. Every few steps, he had to readjust the strap over his shoulder to stop his bag from slipping and each time, it soured his mood a little more.

But after what felt like hours of walking in the dark - not so much as a torch to help him navigate himself - the flickering glow of a distant light peaked through the trees.

Myles pushed on, no longer bothered by his bag or the tightness across his shoulder blades as he followed the glow, stumbling out into the clearing to then rest his hands on his knees as a deep breath escaped him. After a moment, he reached for a device stuffed deep into his pocket pulling out a radio that had never belonged to Basilisk...

"It's Myles. The guy you're about to see approach camp in a second is me. So don't shoot."

He waited for a reply - expecting it to come almost immediately and when it didn't, he started worrying that no one was awake and he would have to spend the rest of the night cold and hungry; it wouldn't have been the worst thing to have ever happened, but after getting publicly exiled from his former clan, it wasn't a favourable way for him to spend his night.

But then his radio hummed in his hand and a man's voice replied, "heard. We'll let you in."

Myles smiled to himself and made his way up to the entrance of the campgounds, relieved to see his abettors doing the same and giving a guard the instruction to open up the gate.

"Myles," the man said his name, his tone authoritative and stern. 

"Zach," Myles addressed him then, turning to the woman at his side, "Maya."

"Hurry in," Maya said. "It's cold and I'm tired. Get to the tent."

Myles nodded, knowing not to get on the wrong side of her, and walked the familiar path up to the meeting tent where he had already spent many hours in.

He dropped his bag on the ground and picked up the first flask he could find, not caring whose it was, and only that it was full of water.

"I see you've lost your manners since being back at Basilisk," Maya said, snatching her flask back from him.

"Sorry," Myles apologised, wiping his mouth with his sleeve. "I didn't have any water with me."

"Then why didn't you take some?" Zach asked.

The urge to roll his eyes was there, but Myles held it in. He couldn't afford to irritate Zach with the news he knew he would have to reveal. "I was in a rush to leave."

"Yeah, what are you doing here so late, anyway?" Maya asked. "We weren't expecting you until tomorrow."

"And what's with the bag?" Zach added, beginning to reach for the zipper when Myles grabbed onto it himself, pulling it close to his chest.

Zach frowned, his eyebrows arched down in suspicion as he shared a communicative look with Maya. There was no getting out of it.

"They kicked me out."

"Who?" Maya folded her arms and narrowed her eyes, though she already knew the answer.

"Basilisk. Their Noble Sovereign. She banished me."

"So what you're telling us is that you're not a member of Basilisk anymore? You're not allowed in their campgrounds?" Zach asked.

Myles nodded sheepishly.