Slugterran Saviours

Chapter 1

Author's note: sO THIS IS THE EDITED VERSION!! SORRY I WAS GONE FOR SO LONG!! BUT ENJOY!!

September 5th

Lancaster's POV

It's been two years.

Two years since she left us. Two years since our leader sucuumbed to the darkness. Two years ever since we last spoke to her, two years ever since she fell down the abyss. Two years ever since she sacrificed herself for all of us.

And ever since she fell, we started falling apart.

Two years of worrying, searching, trying, following leads gone cold. Two years of endless questioning, wild theories, the constant fear looming above us all, the idea no one wanted to voice out loud, but considered. Two years ever since we saw Allyson Venne Hèroe. As the three of us, Tiffany, Cyan, and I, gathered around the slightly cracked, stained, glass coffee table, thoughts, worries, theories ran into my mind as we all gathered around the same, portable corkboard on the table. Strings attached to pins kept the story in pace, the theories, the evidence, all trying desperately to answer one question: Where is Allyson?

"Guys, what if we're wasting our time looking for Ally?" Tiffy suddenly erupted, standing up abruptly from her seat around the table. The question rang in the air, cutting through the thick tension with a red hot knife. My head whipped upwards from studying the board, glaring at Tiffy, Cyan completely ignoring her. Or trying to.

"Tiffany, we're not wasting our time. What if we stopped, and she was in danger this whole time and we gave up on her?" I retorted back as I glared at Tiffy in a challenging sort of way. I looked at the corkboard once again, my fingers drumming on the coffee table. Tension has been high among the three of us ever since Ally disappeared, her level headed nature and her ferocity enough to keep all three of us in line and in check when she was here. Tempers skyrocketed and tensions thickened between the three of us, held together by threads pulled so tightly they were at the verge of snapping into two. The only thing that's keeping us together is why we formed together in the first place: to protect Slugterra.

"Guys, we have to consider the fact she could be dead! It's been two fucking years, for slug's sake! Every single lead we've had went cold!" She yelled angrily at the both of us, snarling as she tried to get her point across, and mt anger burned in my chest as I snapped back,

"She isn't dead, Tiffy, she's Ally! That girl's fucking invincible!"

"She wasn't invincible when he took over her! She wasn't fucking invincible when he destroyed towns, entire caverns, homes!! She wasn't invincible enough to stop Ataro from killing millions!!"

"He was stopped! We defeated him!

"Yeah, but at what cost?! And where the hell did she go after that?! Tell me- oh wait, you don't know!"

"Guys." Cyan growled, her anger rising, surging in her veins, evident in her voice.

"She isn't dead, Tiffy, she's somewhere out there!"

"Somewhere in your fucking dreams!"

"Guys!" She exclaimed, suppressing her anger.

"SHE ISN'T DEAD, TIFFANY!"

"YES, SHE IS!"

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT UP!" Cyan yelled, slamming her hands on the table, silence ringing through the room as her voice reverberated off the walls, echoing in the building. One second passed, two seconds passed, in complete silence. A new crack was made on the coffee table with the amount of force Cyan used.

"Dead or alive, Ally would have wanted us to defend the caverns! She would have wanted us to keep the peace instead of chasing after cold leads looking for her! So let's actually fricking do that!" Cyan scolded, putting the corkboard tracking down Ally aside, Tiffy and my focus on her. She took in a deep breath, before continuing.