Heart Attack

Treat you better

We were all working based on the model Damian had proposed. It seemed that back in our earth a president of the United States had decided to do something similar after a great war. But, according to what Tim had said, who was checking under an illusion disguise, the systems were constantly almost hacked. He, as well as the inventors down in Mantle, were doing their best to always be modifying it to frustrate whoever was there and smoke them out. What was worse was that the word of our existence had leaked to Salem. Not only that — I was the most noticeable of the four of us.

As for what has been happening with Jason, we were told he had managed to sway the Faunus in Adam's control, and the people who were left in Vale — that he was going to rebuild everything. And, to our surprise, they listened to him. Jason has always had a way with words. We needed to then conquer the other two kingdoms and turn the communications tower — or Amity tower — into our castle for the four seasons.

My little brother had been getting better at attacking and defending. He, along with Bart, Penny, and Whitley, created a team training now under the Atlas Academy. And their name is adorable. It is pronounced Boop! BWOP! I giggled slightly.

I sighed contently, quietly drinking my beverage. It was nice to have a small time to rest while helping and supervising the building of the Amity tower.

"I see you are having fun, Amyrti."

I looked to my side. Altair stood there, posture immaculate even in casual moments, carefully sitting next to me.

"Greetings!" I said. "Would you like a drink?"

He shook his head, hands folding neatly on the table as he gazed at the sparring students. "It has been a while since I have seen the academy this… alive."

"Really?"

He inclined his head. "The novices adapt quickly. It is… reassuring." His sigh followed — barely audible, but heavy enough to settle in my chest.

"Has something occurred?" I asked. Altair was one of the few I could never hear unless he allowed me to.

"No. Not yet." His golden eyes closed briefly. "But something might. Thanks to you — children of the seasons — we have begun to fight for peace. You taught us to believe in miracles, in the impossible. But…"

I waited. His pause felt endless.

"The heart is different. Volatile. Influential. Blinding. Just as is magic."

"What do you mean by this?"

"I fear it."

"Oh…" My throat tightened. Did he fear me? My existence? Was it because I could be emotional? My powers were under more control than Damian’s and Jason’s. "Is it me?"

"In part. Yes. But it may be resolved — if you wish it so."

"Of course I do!" I smiled despite the knot forming in my chest, standing as I tossed my cup away and floated beside him. "Please, tell me what to do?"

"Let me speak. Do not judge me. And do not interrupt until the time is right."

I nodded, falling in step with him as we carried supplies toward the tower.

"This man, Greyson, as our King calls him… he made you cry."

"Yes…" I looked away.

"Are you well?" His voice softened — rare for him. "Answer me sincerely. Speak all that burdens your heart."

"Well… I felt alone," I admitted quietly. Dick’s face still haunted me. "And even though he can’t hurt me here… I miss him."

We entered Amity’s hollow halls — quiet, echoing. Somehow, with him here, it didn’t feel cold.