The Boy from the Bunker - Season 3

Episode One, Part 1:

Episode One, Part 1:
P r o p h e c y

Is the man inside alive and unchained? 
Are you home? Are you home?

Bas dodged another one of Dreea's attempts to nip his skin, hitting her sword away from him. So far, he had escaped almost every one of her pursuits, and barely had a scratch to show that he had been training with her. 

"I think you've taught me too well." Bas chuffed, pleased with himself. "Even you're struggling to keep up. I've outgrown your teaching." 

Dreea kept a neutral expression in the face of his confidence, Bas laughing at the joke he had made, and she found that when he let his guard down, she was able to raise her sword and graze the skin along his arm. 

As Bas looked down in realization of what had just happened, a smirk crept onto Dreea's lips as she tucked her sword into her waistband, signalling the end of training. 

"You're right about one thing: I have taught you well." She began, chucking her towel over at Bas so he could wipe away the sweat from his forehead. "But I haven't taught you everything..." She contemplated. "Correction: I won't teach you everything." 

"Two people up ahead." An unknown voice interrupted their conversation. 

Bas and Dreea looked around, trying to distinguish who the voice came from. They had their weapons at the ready and suddenly, all of Bas' former confidence melted away, as if he had idea how to defend them against the unknown. 

"Stay where you are!" The voice announced, sounding closer this time. 

"You don't tell me what to do." Dreea muttered under her breath, squinting her eyes as she tried to focus on her surroundings. After a moment of searching, she looked over at Bas, getting his attention. 

"Come on. Let's go." 

Bas didn't have time to argue, barely registering what she had said before he was running after her into the forest, scouting for a place to hide. Dreea had perched herself up high up by the beginning of the woods - where it sloped up slightly and offered whoever was there a chance to overlook whatever was close by. 

Bas joined her on the edge, trying to hold in his heavy breathing until they passed. 

"Who are they?" He whispered, not daring to take his eyes away from the strangers below. 

"I don't know." Dreea admitted. "But they're not from Riders, and they're sure as hell not Basilisk." 

As Bas watched on carefully, counting the people as they walked past, there was something that caught his eyes - a vision he couldn't shake from his mind. He tried to stand up, moving away from Dreea to get a closer look, but was refrained by her hold on the hood of his jumper. 

"What do you think you're doing?" The anger in her voice was loud, despite her whisper. 

But Bas couldn't find the words to answer, instead, only managing to creep further along the edge until the man he was looking at disappeared from sight. 

"Bas-" Dreea demanded his attention, cutting herself short by the frozen look of perplexity on his face. "What is it?" 

"It's Kane." He answered without a beat. "Ares, Wynn, Quill and Elara's dad... He's alive." 

//

Sol leaned back against the table with her arms folded, trying to figure out what the news meant. If Kane was alive all this time, where had he been? And who were the people that Bas and Dreea had seem him with? There were so many questions that she wanted answers to, answers she knew Wynn would need when he found out.