Amidst the backdrop of a secluded, candlelit room, bathed in warm, flickering light, Norman and Ninelie engaged in a heartfelt conversation with the others. The room was adorned with remnants of a forgotten world, as they recounted the events that had transpired during the arduous one-and-a-half years they had spent apart from their family. A worn-out map of the Promised Forest lay spread across the wooden table, bearing witness to the secrets they were about to unveil.
"So, that's what happened..." Ninelie, her curiosity piqued, couldn't help but steal a fleeting glance at the amulet nestled around Emma's neck.
"Phil and the rest are still at the House," Norman said, "But you did well, everyone. We're also happy that we can meet everyone from Grand Valley. From the bottom of our hearts."
Ninelie sighed, her remorse weighing on her. "I'm sorry. If I had known the location of the shelter sooner, or if I had foreseen the enemies' impending raid,"
The girl with a beanie and Alicia shook their heads, "The only bad people here are the Ratri Clan!"
"And also, where were you guys at? You said something about a particular farm but..." Gilda spoke up.
Norman unbuttoned his shirt halfway, revealing the Lambda's enigmatic ID mark etched onto his left upper chest. The group collectively gazed in awe, "We were at Λ7214. A place to experiment on cattle children." Norman said.
Yvette swiveled around, her eyes widening as she exclaimed, "That mark! It's the same as Adam's!"
"A new plantation at the western-most end..."
"Then those three were on the same farm?"
A chorus of voices filled the room, speculating about the possibility of all three of them having been imprisoned on the same farm.
"So," Ray began, "How did you get out of there?"
"We broke free," Norman replied.
Ninelie nodded, "We found an accomplice. And borrowed the help of one of Minerva's supporters. He called himself Smee. He was the person who gave the pen to Sister Krone. Although, he's been killed by now..."
"Thanks to a purge ordered by the head, Peter Ratri, the supporters lurking behind the scenes were wiped out. But before he was the last go, we inherited some information as well as his network." Norman elaborated.
"Then, this hideout too?" Emma asked.
He nodded, "Yeah, it's a part of Smee's network. That's how we can have such a large settlement."
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Aonaran ⚜ A TPN Fanfiction
FanfictionAfter their successful prison escape, Ray, Emma, and the other Grace Field children above the age of five venture out into the new world that they know nothing about. ✦ What will they possibly encounter in this world ruled by demons - and demons alo...