#eXpanded Interceptive Guardians

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The ladies of XIG (eXpanded Interceptive Guardians), EYES (Elite Young Expert Squad), and HEART (Hi-tech Earth Alert and Rescue Team).

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I’m in Ruins, but it’s What I Wanted All Along (The Red Room pt.2) | Sakura is desperate for Kakashi to see that you’re not a threat, but you’re not making it very easy for him to believe her. Still, as much as he distrusts you, he trusts Sakura more. (Marvel AU) – spotify playlist | read on ao3

Pairings | Kakashi Hatake x Black Widow!Reader + Sakura Haruno, Sasuke Uchiha, Naturo Uzumaki, Orochimaru, Dosu Kinuta, Hinata Hyuga, Kabuto Yakushi (mentioned)

Warnings | Descriptions of scars, threats of death, allusions to torture, abuse, choking (non-sexual), violence, discussion of themes present in Black Widow

Word count | 6.1k

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Before he took over, Orochimaru had never imagined that HYDRA’s little pet project would grow into such a success.

The idea behind the Red Room was simple: women were less likely to be suspected of espionage than men. Women were more often thrown to the side, left with nothing and no one to care for them. The Red Room was created to solve this problem.

Orochimaru took all of his girls in when they were infants. Before him, they were unwanted—trash that he raised to be something important. Without him, they were nothing. After he took them in, they changed the world.

He gave them everything.

He took over for his senile predecessor when the program was expanding. Hundreds of girls were given to him by families who didn’t have the means to care for them. They believed in their country, and they believed in him as a guardian for their daughters.

Girls were an infinite resource. He was simply giving them a purpose.

And through them, he was creating an empire.

4 years ago, HYDRA Outpost

“Who is this?”

The room was a frenzy of flashing red lights and white-clad bodies. They shuffled past one another in their rush to collect anything classified and hurry out of the building. Orochimaru couldn’t say that he felt the same sense of urgency. What really interested him at the moment was the pink-haired girl who had just been carried in, unconscious and much older than his usual recruits. He wondered if he had been brought another defect and filed the thought away along with a reminder to kill whoever decided it would be a good idea to waste his time.

“Sakura Haruno, sir. We were moving her here, but we were intercepted. We thought we’d gotten rid of the threat, but it seems that we were followed.”

“Hm,” Orochimaru smiled, finally turning towards Kinuta. The boy was holding Sakura over his shoulder, fear-filled eyes wide as Orochimaru stared him down, “and tell me, how is it that you allowed yourself to be followed, compromising not one, but two of our bases?”

“S-sir, it’s Kakashi Hatake. She’s his student.”

Oh. That certainly changed things. He finally took a moment to look at the girl. She couldn’t have been younger than twelve, but he supposed that she would do fine. He could work with used materials.

“Hatake is here?”

The man was, for lack of a better descriptor, one of SHIELD’s most important assets. In his earlier years, he had completed missions with near-inhumane efficiency at a rate that not even seasoned agents had been able to match. However, he’d become less active as a field agent, and one of the primary reasons for that inactivity was being handed to him on a silver platter. 

“Yes sir, he came with a team of agents and another one of his students. They’ve already breached the building,” Kinuta swallowed, glancing back at the thick metal door separating them from the rest of the base. He could hear the familiar echo of bullets hitting steel walls, “should we let her go?”

“No,” Orochimaru grinned, ignoring the chaos outside and taking the girl from Kinuta. “I’ll see that she’s relocated. Go join the others, but do not tell them about the girl. Signal for evacuation, and call for a code black. We’re abandoning this place.”

“Sir–”

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?” Orochimaru looked up from where he’d been staring down at Sakura, eyes bright with something between fury and ecstasy. “Go.”

Kinuta scrambled through the door, and for a moment Orochimaru could clearly hear his men dying at the hands of SHIELD’s dogs before the door slammed shut. When he looked back at Sakura, an involuntary laugh escaped his parted lips. She was delicate—almost fragile in his arms. By the time most of his girls were her age, they already had some muscle to compliment their immense skill. He needed to tell Kabuto to accelerate her training.

He imagined that Kakashi was about halfway through the compound by now. It would be a headache dealing with the death count as a result of this misstep, but he couldn’t bring himself to care at the moment. He was too wrapped up in his buzzing thoughts; this opportunity had dropped itself into his lap like a gift from the gods, and he wasn’t going to let it go to waste.

“Now then,” he sighed, listening carefully as the gunshots got closer, “let’s get you home.”

Present day, SHIELD Compound

When you woke up in a cell, your immediate assumption was that everything you remembered had been a dream. It had happened enough times that the thought was easy enough to accept, but disappointment still ate at you. You tried to swallow it down, but all it did was leave a leave a sour taste in your throat.

You were so close. If that man and his little sidekick hadn’t interfered, you and Sakura would have gotten out. You would’ve been free–

It was a dream, you reminded yourself. It had to have been a dream. If it wasn’t, that meant you’d failed to save Sakura. It meant that she was still in the Red Room, likely being subjected to some kind of punishment for the escape attempt. The image of her at the hands of the Headmaster made bile rise in your throat. It was just a dream. It wasn’t real. She’s fine. She’s still on her mission, away from the Headmaster. Away from the tests and the pain and the–

“Hey...are you awake?” 

You twitched at the unfamiliar voice. It sounded young—certainly younger than any of the HYDRA agents you were familiar with

Whoever it was shuffled towards the bars, close enough that their shoes scuffed against the metal.

Just a little closer...

You could hear him breathing now, as if he was peeking through the bars to try and get a closer look at you. When you opened your eyes, you searched his face for a split second before you shot up and grabbed his collar, yanking him forward with enough force that his head slammed against the metal. His eyes widened, one hand flying to his hip on instinct. You saw the slightest glint of a knife slipping from its sheath around his waist. With grit teeth and growing frustration, you kicked through the space between the bars, pinning his left hand to the concrete floor. His knife skid to the opposite side of the room, and you took slight satisfaction in his shocked expression. His surprise gave you enough time to grab his right arm, which was frozen in a defensive position. You trapped it against one of the bars and pressed his wrist back far enough that he understood it as warning. He winced, eyes wide as you ground harder into the hand trapped under your heel. 

“Is Sakura here?” you asked carefully. His panicked breaths quickened each second that he was restrained, but his eyes didn’t hold the fear that you expected to find in them.

“Y-yeah,” he nodded, quick and nervous, “She’s here, alright? She’s fine! I just wanted to–”

“What are you doing to her?” you said through clenched teeth, hesitation forgotten. Fear swallowed you at his confirmation—you were right. Sakura wasn’t on her mission. It was all a trap, and you didn’t get her out quick enough. “You have five seconds to answer me before I break your wrist.”

“Nothing! I’d never hurt her!”

“Liar.” 

This time, terror lit up his expression, but you only caught a glimpse of the it before he was gone—replaced by the man who was responsible for your capture. For Sakura’s capture. 

“You,” you snarled, throwing yourself at the man and clawing desperately at the space between you, “you took her! I’ll kill you if you did anything to her!”

You kept your face pressed against the bars, fingertips barely brushing the material of his jacket. It was a humiliating admittance of your fear, but that didn’t matter now. Sakura was still in the Red Room. She was probably being tortured right now, and you were trapped. You had no way of reaching her unless you got out of this cell.

“Sakura is fine. I’m not your enemy, although I will be if you hurt one of my students again,” he said, calm voice juxtaposed by his tightening fists and harsh glare. You paused, and when you met his eyes, they hardened in silent warning, “you’re here because Sakura wouldn’t come with me unless I brought you too, which means that you get to stay on a strict set of conditions.” 

You pressed your head against the bars, gripping them in white-knuckled fists. The man stayed silent for another moment, letting your panting breaths fill the space between you.

“Since you just broke the first condition, you get to stay in your cell a bit longer before I consider a probation. The second condition: you don’t speak to Sakura unless I allow you to. On the off chance that I do allow it, I will be present for any interactions. The third: if I suspect that you intend to harm any of my students, I will not hesitate to kill you. Understand?”

“Where am I?”

“The fourth: you don’t get to ask questions.”

“You’re full of shit.”

The man smiled, crinkling the corners of his eyes above his black mask. You couldn’t see the outline of his mouth through the fabric, but you could practically feel his smugness. It infuriated you to no end that the expression was justified—you were the one behind bars. 

He took calculated steps to the edge of the cell, watching your hands carefully as they tightened around the bars. After a few moments, he knelt down in front of you, eyes alight with anger. 

You imagined that your eyes held the same fury. You were itching to lunge for him and wring his neck until he let you see Sakura.

He was close enough now that you could reach him. You weren’t sure what your endgame was, but you couldn’t stop yourself from shooting an arm aimed for his throat through the bars. 

“Kakashi-sensei!”

Your back was pressed against the cold metal before you could so much as touch him. You had barely registered his movement, but now he was holding your neck against the bars with one arm as the other encircled your wrists, grip tight as iron. Your hip throbbed, but you ignored it and focused instead on the unbearable feeling of someone holding you down by the throat. 

“Don’t–” you gasped, wincing when the pressure on your neck tightened. You tried to force yourself to stay present, to keep yourself from being consumed by memories, but you still felt phantom hands holding your shoulders to keep you pinned down. You shook your head to dissipate the nonexistent touch, but unwanted memories still threatened to break to the surface, “don’t hurt her. I’ll stop fighting if you promise that Sakura won’t be hurt. You can do whatever you want to me, just...just prove that she’s safe.” 

“I don’t know why you think you have any power to make demands, but you’re going to have to do better than empty words if you want to see Sakura. You just attacked me and my student completely unprovoked.”

“Unprovoked?” you spit, clenching your fists and prying them from his grip. He released his hold on you, but didn’t move from his position in front of the bars. Gasping, you backed away from the bars and involuntarily reached towards your neck. “You kidnapped me. You put me in a cell, and now you’re telling me that you can’t show me proof that Sakura is alive.” 

He just stared at you, eyes empty and expression bored.

“Maybe I’ll be more understanding if you start being more useful,” he said casually. “Tell me about the Red Room.”

You remembered the first time you’d been interrogated as a training exercise. If you so much as said a word in response to your “captors’” questions, you were punished. Anything more than silence only led to pain. Even if you wanted to answer the man’s questions, it was conditioning rather than choice that kept your lips sealed shut. 

“You know, for how desperate you are to see Sakura, you sure aren’t being very cooperative.” 

You wanted to laugh. You’d gained your bearings now, and oriented yourself to the reality of your situation: you hadn’t escaped the Red Room, and you had to avoid any injury at the hands of this man, HYDRA or otherwise. Changing his to imitate someone that Sakura trusted was child’s play for Orochimaru. And if he really was the one sitting in front of you now, answering these questions would end in punishment. You were already injured, and any further damage would not allow for a successful escape, and that was still your goal. These attempts at manipulation wouldn’t so easily sway you now.

“I’ll let you see her if you answer my questions.”

You had been raised to tell lies, and a liar knew a liar when they saw one. He had no intention of letting you see Sakura any time soon. If all he had to offer was an exchange of information for proof of life, you weren’t interested. It was proof or silence.

“Hm,” he gave you a once over, resting his chin on his arm and keeping his expression flat and unimpressed, “maybe you’re not as interested in Sakura’s safety as you want me to believe.”

Your eye twitched. After a final moment of watching one another, the man stood and led his student through the metal door. It slammed shut, and it was only your heavy, uncontrolled breathing that filled the silence once the echo had stopped.

“You’re being cruel!”

“I’m only doing what’s necessary to keep you and the others safe. As far as I’m concerned, she is a threat until proven otherwise.”

“I told you, she just wants to make sure I’m safe! She probably thinks that I’m being tortured, or...or worse! She’s just scared!”

“She hurt Naruto.” 

“Naruto’s fine! He was the one poking around her cell.”

Kakashi and Sakura had been going back and forth for nearly an hour. Kakashi was sitting calmly at a desk chair while Sakura stood over him, arms crossed and face as menacing as she could manage. Kakashi could admit that she had become a bit more intimidating since her capture, but he could still see her old habits from before. Her bottom lip jutted out when she was upset, she balled her hands into fists to keep them from shaking, and she never broke eye contact.

“It’s not as simple as you want it to be,” Kakashi told her carefully. “I haven’t even conducted a formal interrogation. There are procedures I need to follow before I allow any interaction–” 

“Procedures?” Sakura looked close to breaking into a fit of laughter. “Since when have you cared about procedures? I’m sure kidnapping her and keeping her locked up isn’t in your procedure!”

“If it were up to me, she wouldn’t be here,” he narrowed his eyes, “and as far as SHIELD is concerned, she’s the enemy.”

“Oh, please. You’ve been going over SHIELD’s head for years! They don’t care what you do when you’re not on missions!”

In all honesty, Kakashi couldn’t find it in him to truly engage with this conflict right now. He was just happy that Sakura was safe, and he wasn’t sure he could risk that safety no matter how much she vouched for you. 

Sasuke and Naruto were sitting on the far side of the room, doing their very best to pretend that they weren’t listening.

“Sensei.”

It had been two days since Sakura’s rescue. Two days of either petulant silence or arguments like this one. And in all of those interactions, this was the first time that she had addressed him like she used to. He leaned back in his seat, eyes burning.

“I’m grateful that you saved me. Really, and I couldn’t be happier to be back. I missed you more than anything, but...” 

Naruto and Sasuke turned when they heard the break in Sakura’s voice. She hadn’t told them anything about the four years that she was gone. Two days of safety, and she was still forcing herself to put on a brave face. Kakashi knew from the deep bags under her eyes that the effort was exhausting.

“You weren’t there,” she whispered, shoulders shaking with days worth of pent up emotion. Probably years worth. “You weren’t there, and I don’t blame you for any of it...but she was.”

Kakashi blinked.

“I know you don’t trust her, and I understand why. She attacked you and Naruto, yes, but she’s been in the Red Room her whole life. And they...they gave us these tests where they would act like they were giving us a chance to escape. If we believed them and tried, we’d be punished for disloyalty. That’s why she doesn’t trust you. She thinks you’re testing her, and she thinks you’ll hurt me if she caves and believes that you’re really going to help us.”

Sakura was breathing hard, wiping at her face when she couldn’t bear to look at Kakashi any longer.

“She was there when you couldn’t be. She knows, and she...she understands. She kept me alive, sensei! Doesn’t that mean anything?”

Sakura was crying now, tears landing at her feet in her first real show of emotion since her rescue. Kakashi sat straighter, arms held halfway between them. He was at a loss. Nothing seemed right anymore, and he didn’t know if his old ways of comforting her would still have the same effect. 

“They made me do things that I will never forget. Things that I’ll never be able to take back. But somehow, it was all okay because I wasn’t alone. She protected me. She hurt and bled for me. She made sure that I didn’t have to go through the same things that she did. She reminded me of you. Can’t you...will you just give her one chance?”

Kakashi wanted to say no. Now that he had gotten her back, he wanted to keep Sakura from any and all potential threats. But that wasn’t what he had been training her for, and it wasn’t going to do her any good now. He’d already failed to protect her once, and she was going to have to live with the consequences of his failure for the rest of her life.

She protected me. She reminded me of you.

One chance. He could manage that.

The second time Kakashi came to you alone, you tried not to let it confirm your suspicions.

He knelt in front of the bars, leaning one arm against them and pulling a sleek silver card out of his back pocket. You eyed it, unmoving against the opposite wall of the cell. You did your best to appear unconcerned by his presence despite the itch to leap forward and throttle him.

“Sakura tells me that you protected her.”

He’s lying. She didn’t tell him anything. Orochimaru is feeding you lies.

You knew that he was baiting you into some kind of trap, but you sat straighter at the mention of Sakura. Kakashi saw the change in your demeanor, and you hated him for it.

“I want to believe her when she tells me that you’re not a threat,” he continued, “but you’re not doing much to back up that claim.”

You clenched your teeth, jaw tensing as you stared him down. To his credit, he met your gaze unfazed and unblinking. There was nothing about him that seemed deceptive, but you knew that letting your guard down was exactly what he was waiting for. HYDRA was patient with their tests, but you had endured them before. This was nothing new, and nothing that you couldn’t handle. 

“I’m not sure what you want me to do from here,” you bit back.

“If you push your luck, you won’t be doing anything.”

Kakashi swiped the silver card through the scanner connected to the lock on the door. With a flash of green and an high-pitched beep, the lock clicked, and Kakashi opened the cell with only a moment of hesitation. You stilled, observing his movements carefully. He did the same, and you both waited for the other’s approach. 

The silence that followed was deafening. You held your breath in anticipation of movement, but none came. The expectation of immediate violence hadn’t been met on either end, and the stalemate that followed filled you with so much tension that your hip began to ache again. You rested your hands on the cool concrete floor, ready to push yourself forward at the first sign of movement from the man in front of you. 

“If you think I’ll fall for some kind of trick,” you breathed, every movement of your lips carefully localized. Kakashi’s eyes darted towards them in the only outward sign of tension that you could see, “you’re going to be disappointed.”

More silence followed, though the tension in the room grew with each passing second. Was he waiting for you to look away? Waiting to attack? Was this all to test your reflexes? 

“Come in,” Kakashi shouted over his shoulder towards the main door. As it opened behind him, his eyes narrowed at you. “If I’m making a mistake in indulging you, I promise that you’re going to regret it.” 

Your lips were sealed shut. You weren’t going to give him anything; whatever you said would be weaponized and used against you. 

“Y/N!”

The familiar voice startled you from your thoughts. It was the voice that you’d been waiting to hear since you woke up separated from Sakura, but you found yourself backing up a step when she opened the door. She looked the same, and she was relatively unharmed, but you couldn’t help the doubt that flooded you. 

She’s okay. How is she okay? How is she unharmed after the escape attempt? After you were recaptured?

“Sakura...” you muttered. Kakashi narrowed his eyes at your reaction. It was the first time he’d seen any emotion on your face other than rage. 

He hadn’t expected to see fear.

Sakura didn’t notice your hesitation. She rushed past Kakashi and into the cell before he could tell her to wait.

“Stop,” you held a hand out in front of you, and Kakashi was surprised to see that it was shaking. He took a step forward, searching for any hostile movements or intent in your expression, but you just took another step back. Sakura froze, eyes wide and devastated, “how do I know it’s really you?” 

“It is,” she whispered, voice breaking, “I promise.” 

“I’m sorry,” you shook your head, as if shaking away an illusion, “I have to be sure. Tell me something that only the real Sakura would know.” 

Sakura stood straighter, face falling into something more calculated. Kakashi wasn’t sure if this doubt was something she had experienced, but he couldn’t help the prick of guilt that crept its way into his conscience as you watched Sakura like she was a time bomb.

“There’s something hiding in our closet,” Sakura whispered, barely loud enough for Kakashi to hear. His brow furrowed, but the words seemed to have the desired effect on you. You stood straighter, eyes wide as you watched Sakura, “but you’re gone, and I have to be strong enough to keep it inside.”

The silence that followed Sakura’s words was thick. It dripped down the walls, creeping past Kakashi and into the cell where you stood frozen. He thought he may have been able to see it pooling at your feet if he looked carefully. 

Sakura took a tentative step forward, but stopped when your raised hand twitched.

“It’s me,” she repeated, holding her hands in front of her carefully, palms up and relaxed, “you’re safe. We got out. This isn’t a trick.”

Kakashi tensed when you launched yourself at Sakura, but held himself back when she laughed and wrapped her arms around you. You were trembling, face buried in Sakura’s shoulder and arms tight around her shoulders. Your breathing was ragged, and Kakashi wondered if you’d been holding it since you first heard Sakura’s voice.

The girl was crying, shoulders shaking as she buried herself in your arms. Kakashi couldn’t help the flare of jealousy that he felt at the sight. Sakura hadn’t been nearly this happy to see him and Sasuke. Somehow, seeing you made her happier than being saved from the Red Room.

He supposed he should’ve known better than to compare himself to you. There was something different about bonds formed in crisis situations, and if Kakashi’s assumptions were correct, the past four years of Sakura’s life had been one drawn-out crisis.

“Sakura,” he put a careful hand on her shoulder. She peeked past you and looked at him. There was no contempt in her eyes anymore. Just pure relief. He smiled.

“Thank you,” she whispered, grabbing his hand and pressing it against her cheek. She ducked back into your neck, keeping Kakashi close enough that she could have you both in arms reach. She looked so much younger than she really was. If he wanted, he could’ve pretended that she had never been taken. But he saw the scars on her knuckles and the muscle that she’d lacked before. He saw the toll that four years in the Red Room had taken on her.

“Sakura,” you grabbed her shoulders, pulling her back and cupping her face. You looked between her eyes, studying them with a steady, careful gaze. You glanced at Kakashi briefly, suspicion still clouding your gaze and making you hesitant to speak freely, “did you get out in time?”

When Sakura nodded, all of the tension melted from your shoulders. A weary smile lifted your face, pulling at the broken skin on your jaw.

Was this really all you wanted?

Kakashi had a hard time believing that. He just had to wait you out, see what else you wanted, and then get you out. If you stayed, there was every possibility that HYDRA would track you here, and he knew that he couldn’t protect his students against a large-scale ambush. There were too many unknowns to allow you to stay. It went against everything he’d been taught. If you were important enough for them to try and find you, everything that Kakashi had built for himself and his students would come crashing down. 

His pity didn’t extend so far that he would risk Sakura’s recapture. Harsh as it was, that was the world that they lived in. 

“Sakura,” he placed a hesitant hand on the girl’s shoulder. Despite feeling somewhat assured that you weren’t hostile anymore, you still hadn’t reacted well the last time he’d tried to touch her, “would you give us a few minutes?”

“Can she come out now?” Sakura asked, ignoring the request and looking up at Kakashi, eyes wide and pleading, “there’s an extra room, right? She could use that for now, and then–”

“I can’t stay here, Sakura.”

Your words were a shock, both to Sakura and Kakashi. After the fight you’d been putting up to get to her, you were becoming surprisingly compliant now that you’d gotten your wish. 

Sakura looked horrified. She began shaking her head when you pulled away, giving her a sad smile and pushing her hair back where it had fallen into her eyes. 

“What?” she breathed. “Of course you can! Where else would you go?” 

“I don’t know. But they’re going to be coming after us. If I give them a lead, I can take some of a heat off of you. Distract them for a while so you stay off of their radar.” 

“No!” 

There was so much ferocity in Sakura’s voice that even Kakashi startled, barely recognizing the girl he knew in the person she had become.

“You promised, Y/N,” she spat fiercely, “you said that we would stay together. You said you would stay with me after we got out!” 

“I promised that I would protect you,” you corrected, voice low, “this is how I can do that.”

“By giving yourself back to them?”

“Sakura–”

“I don’t want to hear it,” she spit venomously. “Things are different now. I’m back here with Kakashi and the others, and I’m stronger now. We can both be safe here. Things aren’t the same as when they took me!” 

“I know,” you smiled, sad and understanding, “you’re one of the strongest people I know, Sakura. But you have people you care about here, don’t you?”

Sakura didn’t acknowledge the question. She just stood with crossed arms and narrowed eyes.

“I know you want to protect them. If I go, they’ll be safe.” 

“I want you to be safe too. Why can’t you just accept that things are okay now? You can let yourself be happy.”

“She’s right, Sakura,” Kakashi finally interjected. Everything about the conversation had felt too personal before. He felt like an intruder in a world that he wasn’t supposed to be seeing, but now you were talking about a bigger picture. This was a picture that he was a part of. 

“What?” Sakura turned on her heel and glared angrily at Kakashi. “You...I thought you of all people would be on my side! Isn’t our job to protect people?”

“Sakura, look at me,” you pleaded. Sakura glared at the floor, “please.” 

When she finally turned towards you, you tried to smile, but it wasn’t convincing. Kakashi knew you wanted to give in. He could see it in your eyes. It was clear that you would do just about anything for Sakura, but this wasn’t about what she wanted. It was about what needed to be done. Kakashi had learned what that meant over years of experience with loss. He guessed that you had too.

“You’re going to leave again,” Sakura muttered as tears begin to gather at the corners of her eyes. She tried to hold herself together, but it was hard when she was watching you slip through her fingers. It was the second time, and she was just letting it happen. “Last time you left...” 

“Last time I left, we were both still prisoners. That’s never going to be the case again.”

Sakura felt a tear escape, but she didn’t stop its descent down her cheek.

“We’re free. We have choices now, and this is what I’m choosing. I choose to protect you and your friends.” 

You glanced at Kakashi as you said this. He held your gaze, still and blank.

“Please don’t go,” Sakura pleaded, desperate for you to understand. But there was finality in your eyes. You had already decided. 

Something like respect bloomed in Kakashi’s chest. This was what he would’ve done. 

“I’m sorry.”

Sakura shook her head, turning on her heel and storming towards the door with a sound between a scoff and a sob. You watched her go with a frown, then glared at Kakashi. He stared back at you with that same, infuriatingly blank expression.

“You change up quick,” he raised a brow. “Just ten minutes ago you looked ready to strangle me.” 

“I told you,” you scowled, “I only wanted to make sure that she was safe here. I don’t care what happens to me now.”

“Well, it seems like you’ve already made up your mind,” Kakashi stepped back from the cell, opening up your path to the door. “And I’m more than happy to accommodate your departure. Stay the night if you want. You should leave in the morning, but I’d like some information first.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, taking a tentative step forward and watching for a reaction. 

“Just like that?”

“Sure,” he shrugged. He seemed like a completely different person now than when he’d stepped into the room. You supposed that your interaction with Sakura had done enough to convince him of your good intentions, but the change was still dizzying. “But don’t think that you’re off the hook for attacking Naruto. I still don’t trust you, but I won’t make you stay in a cell. You’ll need your strength if you’re going to be a fugitive.”

“How kind.” 

Sakura was waiting outside when you trailed Kakashi through the door. He glanced back at you for a moment, and you saw that previous distrust creeping back into his expression. However, when he shifted his gaze to Sakura, it softened, and he turned the corner swiftly. 

His footsteps stopped at the end of the hall, but you didn’t hear the sound of a door opening. Within shouting distance, should Sakura need him. 

Sakura was fuming, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and her brows knit together. She looked like she was trying to decide whether she wanted to cry or scream at you. You wouldn’t have been surprised if you got both.

“I’m staying here tonight,” you told her quietly, “and I’ll leave in the morning.”

“Why?” Sakura turned on you, taking your hand and holding it tightly. “Why do you have to go? Shouldn’t we stay together?”

You felt like you were going in circles with her, and you knew that having this conversation again wouldn’t do any good. There was too much risk involved in staying. It didn’t matter how you felt or how much she begged. That fact wouldn’t change, so neither would your plan. 

“Sakura,” you croaked, covering her hand with your own, “I don’t know if they have trackers on me. They’ve had enough opportunities that they could’ve put them under my skin. You know what kind of technology they have. Honestly, they might already know where I am.” 

“Then they would have put trackers on me too! Then it won’t matter if you’re gone!” 

“You were there for four years,” you silenced her, “I’ve been there my whole life. They could’ve done anything to me when I was younger knowing that I wouldn’t remember any pain from a procedure. The scar from the incision would’ve faded by now. I’m in more danger of being found. You know that.”

Sakura just glared at you. Her eyes were swimming with tears, but she was fighting hard to keep them at bay. You brought a hand to her cheek and held it carefully, just like you would do when she was younger and had that same look on her face. 

Sakura was the only person you had who you could call your family. You would protect her at any cost, even if it meant leaving her again.

Hinata was dying. 

You’d already driven a knife into her side, and you could see the blood leaking from the corner of her mouth, but she still had the strength to pin you to the ground with her hips, hands wrapping around your throat and squeezing until you couldn’t take in any air. 

Her eyes were pained; she looked seconds away from keeling over, but her hands remained tight around your throat. She was putting all of her weight into choking you. She was trying to kill you before she could bleed out. You could see in her eyes that she would do everything in her power to win this match. 

Her hair was in front of her face, falling into her eyes. Purple hair...

Pink hair.

You gasped awake, choking on your breath and struggling to inhale. It took you a few seconds to pull yourself from your disorientation, but when you did, you still felt the chill of cold fingers around your throat. When you looked up, Sakura was hovering over you, teeth grit and eyes determined. She looked poised to kill.

“Sa–Sa...ku...ra,” you rasped, wide eyes searching hers for any explanation, but you barely recognized her. She looked devoid of everything but pure anger and hatred.

You’d seen that look many times before. You’d seen it in the eyes of countless girls who’d been convinced that you and the others in the Red Room were enemies rather than allies. Girls who had been forced to kill one another as a test of strength and courage. But this was different. This was the first time you’d seen that look in Sakura’s eyes.

Black spots began to cloud your vision and, at an instinctual level, you knew that if you let yourself fall into unconsciousness, Sakura would kill you. 

You gathered your remaining strength and channeled it into your arms, rocking to the side and using the momentum to jab her throat. She gasped, coughing and releasing her iron hold on your throat. When she met your eyes again, there was a foreign determination in them that sent a chill down your spine.

“Sakura, stop!”

Sakura’s lips split into a smile when she heard the deep rasp in your voice. The smile held something sinister. You could see the intent to kill in her eyes; she wanted to see you bleed. 

Then, as if a switch had been flipped, she collapsed to the ground. You watched in frozen shock as her eyes rolled back and she fell, and you barely shook yourself from your paralysis in time to cushion her head from the hard floor. Once she landed, the only sounds filling the silence were your wheezing exhales.

Sakura’s face had settled back into one that you recognized, but you couldn’t erase the image of her smile from your mind. It was crooked and slim, just like Orochimaru’s. It was almost an exact replica of the expression that you still remembered so clearly. 

“What did he do to you?”

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Author’s note | title is from “The Bomb” by Florence + the Machine

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Bethan McKernan, Emma Graham-Harrison, Julian Borger, and Peter Beaumont at The Guardian:

Iran launched more than 300 drones and missiles at Israel on Saturday night, in the Islamic Republic’s first ever direct attack on the Jewish state, bringing a years-long shadow war into the open and threatening to draw the region into a broader conflagration. Israel, with the help of key western allies including the US, UK and Jordan, claimed to have intercepted some 99% of the launches during the mass strike, but added that some ballistic missiles had reached Israel, damaging the key Nevatim air base in southern Israel which remained operational. As the UN security council prepared to convene an emergency session, the Israel Defense Forces (IDF) said more than 350 missiles were launched during the attack from Iran, Lebanon, Syria and Yemen, and called the interception rate a “significant strategic success”.

Commenting on Israel’s response to the attack, Israel’s prime minister, Benjamin Netanyahu, posted on X: “We intercepted, we repelled, together we shall win.” “The Iranian attack was foiled,” Israeli military spokesman Rear Admiral Daniel Hagari said in a televised statement adding that no drones or cruise missiles that had entered Israeli territory, and “only a few” ballistic missiles reached Israel. Although Israel moved to reopen its air space, officials said the incident was not yet over. As of Sunday morning, Israeli officials indicated no decision had been made about an Israeli response to the Iranian attack, as an official said any potential response would be discussed at the war cabinet meeting. Israeli war planes, however, were reported to be bombing Hezbollah positions in southern Lebanon. On the Gaza front of the fast expanding regional war, Netanyahu said Hamas had rejected a ceasefire proposal and that Israel would continue pursue its conflict there with “full force”.

On Saturday, Iran launched retaliatory drone strikes against Israel.

[wipverse]

random facts edition #2

what is their relationship like?

Star Sanses Edition

Ink+Dream

Ink and Dream met shortly after Dream is freed from his stone-y prison. They're allies first, united in their shared goal to protect the multiverse, and over time they become friends.

While they love each other, their relationship is not perfect, and there are still secrets and sore spots they struggle with.

Dream feels like Ink wouldn't understand the more somber, self-destructive angst-y parts of himself, choosing to hide them. While deep down he knows Ink is not the type to judge him for it, he can't make himself share his struggles after a lifetime of keeping up the Forever Steadfast and True Guardian of Positivity mask.

His escapes from obligation come in the form on cigarettes, people who don't know(or care) who he is and indulging in the only piece of his real brother he has left: his books(or, more accurately, what Dream remembers him reading)

Zero's apparent betrayal is another heavy hit on his conscience, and following it he throws himself into helping Core with building the Omega timeline and finding quicker ways to intercept Nightmare and Error's attacks.

Ink feels that his job, besides being the Protector of the Multiverse, is being the comic relief, along with downplaying his genuine fear at being so forgetful at times as just being quirky and somewhat of a klutz.

His coping mechanisms include, besides clowning himself, painting his favorite things, moments and people, helping Core build what needs to be built for the Omega Timeline(most often to his own detriment) and seeking out adrenaline inducing experiences(strong emotional reactions help vivid memories take root).

He struggles a lot with his memory, and how awful forgetting makes him feel, attempting to hide his emotions from Dream by only drinking positive paints, unless the situation calls for him not to, but it ultimately doesn't help his anxiety.

Ink+Blue

Ink meets Blue while fighting (alongside Dream) against Nightmare, Killer and Dust. Blue insists on defending his home and takes on Dust, freeing Ink from the barrage of attacks. Ink, Dream and Blue win the battle, and Blue expresses his desire to be part of their team and save others.

Ink accepts Blue into the team readily, but Dream is far more reticent to. Ink helps Blue argue his case to the Guardian, and he relents at last.

Ink and Blue's friendship is immediate, and Ink shows his new friend the Center just a few weeks later(which Dream disapproves of).

Blue is able to see underneath the layer of masks Ink wears and help him open up, and in turn the Protector offers Blue support in his journey to emancipate from his limited role in his au and expand his magic ability to include multiversal travel

Blue is the one to come up with the name "Star Sanses", inspired from an au occupant they saved, claiming that the group was " a little light in all the darkness surrounding us".

Dream+Blue

When Blue first asked to join him and Ink, Dream almost said yes on instinct. He'd been so tired, he hadn't slept the night before and he'd known they needed a new teammate for some time.

But this was a mortal. Moreover, a mortal from a perfectly whole au. He had everything to lose and nothing to gain. He couldn't let the pressure build on the shoulders of someone whose light didn't NEED to be dimmed.

Eventually, he relented. It's a choice he regrets every time Blue gets hurt.

But he does like Blue. He has a vibe to him, as if he just Knows things... and he does.

A few months into being proper friends, Blue manages to get the Guardian talking about it. The pressure, the expectations... the ways he forgets about it.

Blue reciprocates. He tells Dream about his childhood, taking care of Papyrus alone, feeling the weight of the world and faking a smile until it didn't have to feel fake anymore.

They often have "team dates", where they go lay on the soft grass of the Center while playing board games, or, after particularly hard days, just sit in silence, cuddled up under the tree.

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The courtyard was surrounded by walls adorned with statues bearing the Egyptian crook and flail crossed over their chests. Presumably, these statues depicted the king who built this particular section, as the temple had been expanded over many years by several Pharaohs.

   The group moved forward, appreciating the grandeur of the temple despite its deteriorated state. They passed the ruins of a small building, their eyes drawn to the row of statues on either side of the courtyard.   

   Suddenly, the eyes of the statues glowed with a ghostly pale blue-green light, mirroring the sphinxes they encountered earlier.

   The statues uncrossed their arms and descended from their pedestals, their movements defying the nature of stone. With a haunting grace, the statues uncrossed their arms and descended from their pedestals, stepping into the path of the heroes with determined purpose. The courtyard, a majestic ruin with fragments of its former glory, became a stage for this supernatural encounter.

  “Just what we needed,” Sadie muttered, her staff poised for action. 

   Piper, her dagger at the ready, added a dry remark, “This day just keeps getting better, doesn’t it?”

   Rayla tightened her grip on her Butterfly Blades, a hint of determination in her violet eyes, “We can handle this. Stay close.”

   The statues, now animated, moved with an unnatural fluidity. Jason unsheathed his gladius, casting a wary glance at the encroaching statues, “Anyone got a plan for these guys?”

   Carter, his khopesh in hand, responded, “Well, they seem like shabti—statues or figurines that can be activated to serve who activated them or protect something.” he clarified before anyone could raise a question.

   As the statues closed in, the heroes prepared to face this new challenge, their weapons at the ready. The courtyard echoed with an eerie silence, broken only by the rhythmic steps of the stone guardians.

   They continued to draw nearer, closing in. Gradually, they loomed over the heroes, their towering presence casting a formidable shadow.

  Carter narrowed his eyes, focusing on a particular statue in front of him. Uttering the Divine Words, “Ha-wi!” a massive invisible force struck the statue, sending it crashing into another behind it.

   And it was then, that the fight began.

   Sadie targeted her own statue, and with a “Ha-di!” it exploded into rubble.

   Callum, drawing a rune, cast “Pluviam Praesidium!” creating a protective shield that guarded him and Rayla from the aftermath of the blast, relinquishing it moments later.

  Another statue swung its crook at Piper, but Jason intercepted the attack, straining against the giant’s strength, his shoes slipping in the sand.

   “Jason!” Callum called out, “Watch out!”

   Heeding the warning, Jason backed up, just in time for Callum to cast his spell, “Fulminis!” a bolt of lightning arced out from his hand and lashed at the statue, breaking off almost the entirety of its right side.

   Carter, once again invoking the Divine Words, “Ha-wi!”, finished off the damaged statue. The team turned their attention to the remaining statues, which continued their relentless approach.

   Callum, drawing another rune, cast “Aspiro Frigis!”, swinging his staff to create a low, curved wall of ice that temporarily trapped the statues closest to them. It was a brief respite, but the battle was far from over. 

   He was only buying them time.

   “How many of them are there?” asked Piper.

   Carter racked his brain, and winced, “Probably close to 35.”

   As if on cue, they were interrupted by cracking noises, as the statues burst from their icy bounds, once more ready to attack.

    “What now?” Jason asked.

   Callum exchanged a determined glance with Rayla, hefting his staff before him, “We fight.”

   And with that, they fought, together.

   Carter and Rayla, along with Piper and Jason combined their combat skills, with Rayla and Piper drawing the attacks from the statues and Jason flying in the air to further distract them so Carter could attack with his combat magic.

   Callum and Sadie covered the team with their magic, alternately attacking and blocking to provide support when needed.

   Their assailants kept coming, but they kept fighting back.

   Callum looked over just as a statue was about to slam down his crook on Rayla, no one near to protect her, the others occupied with their own targets. In an instant, he traced a rune, “Ferrum Venti!” An iron wind sliced through the air, severing the arm of the statue, and it crumbled to the sand, leaving Rayla unscathed.

   As the battle raged on, Carter’s form shifted. He assumed his Horus avatar, a translucent blue manifestation that encased him in the likeness of the hawk warrior.

   Callum, astonished, couldn’t help but gawk at the transformation. 

   “You didn’t think to do that earlier?” his voice rising in pitch ever so slightly with shock.

   Carter, his avatar mimicking his movements, offered an apologetic shrug, “Sorry Callum, just got a little lost in the heat of battle you know?” Before Callum could respond, Carter turned to block a strike from one of the statues, now a little taller than his opponent.

   Despite the escalating intensity of the battle, Carter managed to maintain his focus, skillfully wielding the powers of his Horus avatar. The translucent form of the hawk warrior moved with an otherworldly grace, countering the attacks of the statues.

   Meanwhile, Callum and Sadie continued to weave their magic, creating defensive barriers and launching potent spells to hinder the advancing statues. Rayla, with her Moonshadow agility, darted between opponents, delivering precise strikes with her Butterfly Blades.

   Piper and Jason coordinated their efforts, with Piper using her dagger to parry and counter, and Jason utilizing his gladius with finesse. The clash of weapons and the echoes of magical incantations filled the air as the heroes fought in unison.

   The number of statues dwindled under the combined assault, but the battle remained fierce. The remaining animated guardians pressed harder, their ghostly eyes glowing with an eerie determination.

   In the midst of the chaos, Sadie conjured a swirling vortex of sand around a group of statues, disorienting them and rendering them temporarily immobile. Seizing the opportunity, Callum unleashed a barrage of lightning, shattering the statues into fragments.

   As the last remnants of the supernatural foes crumbled to the ground, the heroes stood amidst the courtyard, catching their breath. The once-silent space now echoed with the sounds of victory.

   Carter’s Horus avatar dissipated, leaving him standing once again in his human form. He grinned at Callum, “Better late than never, right?”

   Callum chuckled, a mix of relief and exhaustion evident in his expression, “Yeah, I suppose so. Remind me to never underestimate the power of the hawk.”

   “Well, a few people have, including your friend, Percy.”

   Carter laughed in return, “Well, I appreciate not being called chicken man for once, so I‘ll take it.”

  Jason raised an eyebrow, inquiring, “Who calls you that?”

   Jason chuckled at that, “Yep, that sounds like him.”

   Piper, still catching her breath, added, “Well, that was certainly a warm welcome.”

   Rayla nodded, her violet eyes scanning the courtyard, “Let’s hope the rest of the temple is a bit more welcoming.”

   With the immediate threat quelled, the heroes regrouped, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead within the ancient Karnak Temple.

   The heroes stepped into the grand Hypostyle Hall, a marvel of ancient architecture. Towering columns, adorned with intricate hieroglyphics, surrounded them like giants frozen in time. The air within felt still, a stark contrast to the recent chaos outside. Piper couldn’t help but voice the eeriness of the sudden silence.

   “It’s too quiet in here,” she remarked, her voice echoing in the vast hall.

   Jason nodded in agreement, “After all the trouble outside, this feels almost... unsettling.”

   Carter, who was leading the way with Sadie, turned back to reassure them, “Don’t let it fool you. The quiet might be more ominous than the chaos. Keep your guard up.”

   With that caution, they pressed forward, following the Kanes through the hall, tracing the stories and secrets etched into the colossal stone pillars. Each step echoed through the vast space, creating a sense of anticipation as they delved deeper into the heart of the temple. The air hummed with ancient energy, as if the very walls whispered forgotten tales to those who dared to listen.

Next Part

[lunarscaled]

⋇ TEMPEST IN A TEACUP SHINE LIKE SHARK TEETH: ONE PIECE

The young guardian of the isolated Clanging Isles Archipelago in the Calm Belt of the West Blue, they bare a levelheaded and quiet personality before the public that relies on them. The current user of the Uo Uo no Mi, Model: White Dragon, they are charged with both keeping the dangerous Sea Kings at bay and communicating with the massive true white dragon who homes itself inside the dormant dome volcano there. They sometimes must also intercept interlopers who survive the Calm Belt, but it is uncommon.

Name: Lyric Gravellese

Devil Fruit: Uo Uo no Mi Model "Shiroi Ryuu", Mythical Zoan-type

Titles: The White Dragon Vessel, Hatchling, Dragon Child

Abilities: Ice Manipulation, Dragon shape (full and hybrid forms), Superhuman ability ( strength, speed, durability, etc. ), Dragon speak

Location: Clanging Isles, Calm Belt, West Sea

expanded bio + history

The Clanging Isles Archipelago and its people have existed as far back as the beginning of the Age of the Sea Circle, but the islands themselves likely were developing volcanic hotbeds long before that. It's unknown who were the first foolish settlers in somewhere as desolate as the Calm Belt, but some 600 centuries later, when the volcanic activity had begun to settle and life began to rise from one final ashen-covered landscape, everyone can remember the arrival of The Great White Dragon. The dragon bled vast quantities of rich, red blood from open wounds on its body; it is said where its blood spilled on the rock and soot is where the first icicle trees began to grow, and the volcano is where the dragon began to make its home. But the islands had long been ravaged by merciless Sea Kings and their offspring, unable to do anything but shelter themselves and pray, and when the beasts came once again to slam their tails against the sandbars and shake the seabed the people simply hid and prayed. Disturbed from its injured rest, the giant dragon rose and climbed from the volcano. Standing on the edge, it leapt from the top of the volcano and took flight before diving claws-first into the sea kings; the water, filled with blood, turned purple and red amidst the thrashing and screeching. After some time, the dragon rose from the water, the throat of the sea king in its jaws, its beating wings stirring ocean currents. It's sharp teeth tore through the tender flesh and left a gaping hole where the gills should be, and the sea serpent's body collapsed into the water to decay. Since then, few sea kings have dared to enter the archipelago. Those who have tried have quickly been dispatched by the White Dragon, refusing to tolerate intrusion on its newly established territory. And the people, worried they had traded one terror for another, brought it tribute and worship. Dressed themselves in patterns of its likeness and asked it for strength. Told stories of its arrival for generations and hoped it would continue to protect and spare them.

Lyric is the 27th "White Dragon Vessel" of the Clanging Isles, a title and strength granted to them by the Devil Fruit which grows only in the grove of the Great White Dragon's volcano at the end of the archipelago, which can only be acquired by a single individual in a festival rite after the last vessel has passed.

The people of the isles believe the fruit to be a test of will and worth from the dragon itself; only those brave enough to stand on the same ground as the dragon itself and enter its lair can search for it. Many may go---few will return, swallowed by the very dragon they worship and seek from, but among those who do return will be the one fated to be the island's protector. Or so the legend is told.

In truth, Lyric is no destined protector. So cut-off from the outside world, the isles must live simple lives. They are easy victims of weather, famine, medical ailments that need more complex medicine to cure. While they make the most of their surroundings, illness can spread quickly and take many victims. Lyric's mother and brother were two such ones, suddenly so gravely ill in what seemed like a week's time.

Thinking the fruit may grant them some unknown knowledge or strength that could save their family, Lyric fearlessly ( no, not fearlessly. terrified, trembling---desperately ) boarded the boat which sailed to the largest island, alongside a dozen of Clanging Isle's greatest warriors.

Perhaps it was their small size in the dark. Perhaps it was because they hid every chance they could with hands over their mouth. Perhaps it was strictly luck, toying with them. But Lyric, young as they were, was the first to find the fruit: a single one in a grove all the same glistening blue-green, sea glass shade. Their hands trembled when they ate it, when the dragon noticed them thieving from its orchard, when it opened its wide maw and snarled and roared at them.

They made it home, but the celebration fell on poor days. Lyric's mother and brother did not recover; their father, convinced their status was worthless because it could not save his wife and child, disowned them. Even other people of the isles held mixed feelings towards their new status for many reasons: age, luck, personal greed, superstition. When Lyric was sent back to the island of the dragon garbed in the robes of the vessel, with boats of offerings: pillaged gold, the purest undyed fabrics woven by hand which gleamed like crystal, some hoped they would be rejected.

They, too, hoped they would be rejected.

They were not.

Lyric has spent the last decade honing their skills under the cruel, merciless tutelage of the dragon said to be the source of their power. They have faced near-death countless times from training alone, told to become stronger or die, and each day they live with the pressures of their position and people's expectations. Recently, Lyric has begun taking to their dragon shape to fly beyond the borders of the archipelago in search of other islands and people to trade with for the benefit of their people. However, because they cannot swim and not every island is inhabited, they have had little luck without a proper vessel to act as an intermediary.

NOTES:

Lyric's dragon shape is actually a blue and white wyvern, possessing only 2 legs and wings with opposable claws attached. The Great Dragon is a long-bodied, western-style dragon with 4 limbs, but all of the Devil Fruit users have been slight variations of the image and never an exact copy.

The island the Great White Dragon resides on is completely covered in snow and ice as a result of his presence, and the surrounding waters have grown cold. As a result, new breeds of fish and crops have begun to develop in the last few centuries, but it was a barren area for a time.

The orchard inside the volcano is for a unique fruit called Icicle Fruits, which can be used to create a rare, rich dye for fabrics and special jams. In the past, it seems other Dragon Vessels used to sell these goods to other nations, but that changed when the World Government took over.

Apparently Clanging Isles has traded with Zou once or twice in the past few centuries, but due to the roaming nature of Zunesha it's impossible to establish regular contact or trade relations.

Lyric has only recently achieved a dragon form large enough to leave the island and carry goods, as they're smaller than average---slightly less than the size of a frigate's hull.

Despite their size, their power should not be underestimated, as they regularly hunt Sea Kings for food and resources for the island.

Lyric can understand the intentions and will of the Great Dragon as part of their devil fruit powers, but it does not extend to any other creatures. This is related to their purpose as an intermediary between the dragon and the people.

for reference (mostly mine), the Japanese spelling for Lyric's Devil Fruit is: Uo Uo no Mi Moderu "Shiroi Ryuu" / ウオウオの実 モデル "白い龍"

Lyric wears jade earrings but I forgot to add them. They match the jade gems on their anklet.

[xasha777]

In the Kingdom of Strathclyde, a realm steeped in both ancient tradition and the glow of futuristic technologies, a mysterious figure known only as the Red Sibyl emerges, her face obscured by a veil of vivid, scarlet threads that form complex geometric patterns across her skin. Each line and intersection on her face pulses with nanotechnology, imbued with the power to foresee calamities that threaten her kingdom.

The Red Sibyl's origins are as enigmatic as her abilities; she is believed to be a creation of the old gods, enhanced by the advanced genetic engineering of Strathclyde's most brilliant minds. Her eyes, one as blue as the deepest lake, the other mirroring the golden hue of Strathclyde's emblematic gorse flowers, see beyond the physical realm into the fractal complexities of possible futures.

As Strathclyde advances its dominion among the stars, expanding its influence through vast space colonies, the Red Sibyl's visions become crucial to the kingdom's survival. However, with her power grows a threat from a forgotten sector of the galaxy, where a faction of rebels, the Zephyrians, believe that tampering with the fabric of fate is an abomination.

When the Red Sibyl foresees a catastrophic attack on Strathclyde’s interstellar fleet by the Zephyrians, a plan is set into motion to avert disaster. Princess Elara, Strathclyde's fiercest warrior and the kingdom’s heir, is dispatched with a contingent of elite knights to intercept the Zephyrian fleet in the nebula of Alaric.

As battle looms, the Red Sibyl's network of sentient satellites, orbiting distant planets and stars, captures the strategic movements of the Zephyrian ships. With her guidance, Princess Elara’s fleet maneuvers through the cosmic maelstrom, their ships cloaked in stealth technology developed from the Sibyl’s own designs.

The clash is fierce and illuminated by the flashes of quantum blasters and the shimmer of protective energy shields. In the midst of chaos, the Red Sibyl, though miles and minds away, feels a disturbing ripple in the tides of fate. Her face flares brighter, the red lines searing as they rearrange, forming a new, ominous pattern.

With quick thinking and a whispered warning through an interstellar comm-link, the Red Sibyl directs Elara to the Zephyrian command vessel. There, Elara confronts the rebel leader, and through a parley facilitated by the truths only the Red Sibyl could foresee, a truce is forged.

Peace comes at the cost of constant vigilance, and the Red Sibyl’s role in Strathclyde shifts from warrior-seer to guardian of this fragile peace. Her visage, once a symbol of forewarned destruction, becomes an emblem of unity and foresight, guiding Strathclyde through the nebulous paths of space and destiny.

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Additionally, VPNs offer an added layer of privacy and security, which is essential when accessing content online. By encrypting your internet traffic, VPNs safeguard your personal data from potential cyber threats and surveillance. This is particularly important when accessing geo-blocked content through unofficial channels, as it reduces the risk of exposing sensitive information to malicious actors.

In conclusion, VPNs have become a necessity for accessing geo-blocked content at home. Not only do they provide the means to bypass geographical restrictions and unlock a wider range of entertainment options, but they also offer enhanced privacy and security for online activities.

VPN privacy advantages for home internet usage

A VPN (Virtual Private Network) offers numerous advantages for safeguarding privacy when using the internet at home. Utilizing a VPN encrypts your internet connection, ensuring that your online activities are protected from prying eyes. This added layer of security not only keeps your personal information safe but also prevents third parties from monitoring your browsing habits.

One of the key benefits of using a VPN for home internet usage is the ability to access geo-blocked content. By connecting to servers in different locations around the world, a VPN allows you to bypass restrictions and access websites and streaming services that may be limited in your region. This is particularly useful for accessing international content or streaming services that may not be available in your country.

Moreover, a VPN helps protect your sensitive data, such as passwords, credit card information, and personal details, from potential hackers or cybercriminals. By encrypting your connection, a VPN creates a secure tunnel through which your data can travel safely, reducing the risk of interception or data theft.

Additionally, using a VPN at home can help prevent your Internet Service Provider (ISP) from tracking your online activities. ISPs often monitor and collect data on users' browsing habits, which can be invasive and compromise your privacy. By using a VPN, you can mask your IP address and prevent your ISP from tracking your online behavior.

In conclusion, incorporating a VPN into your home internet usage can enhance your privacy, security, and online freedom. By encrypting your connection, accessing geo-blocked content, and protecting your sensitive data, a VPN provides a comprehensive solution for maintaining privacy in the digital age.

Comparing VPN options for home network protection

When it comes to securing your home network, using a Virtual Private Network (VPN) is a popular and effective choice. VPNs offer encrypted connections that help protect your online activities from prying eyes, making them a valuable tool for maintaining privacy and security. However, with so many VPN options available in the market, choosing the right one for your home network can be a daunting task.

One crucial factor to consider when comparing VPN options is the level of encryption they offer. Look for VPN services that use strong encryption protocols like AES-256 bit encryption, which provides a high level of security for your data. Additionally, check if the VPN provider follows a no-logs policy, meaning they do not store records of your online activities, further enhancing your privacy.

Another important consideration is the server network of the VPN provider. Opt for a VPN service with a wide range of servers located in various countries to ensure fast and reliable connections. A diverse server network also allows you to bypass geo-restrictions and access content from different regions.

Furthermore, pricing and subscription plans play a vital role in choosing a VPN for your home network. Compare different VPN providers based on their pricing, considering factors like the number of simultaneous connections allowed, customer support quality, and the availability of advanced features such as ad-blocking and malware protection.

In conclusion, comparing VPN options for home network protection requires careful evaluation of encryption levels, server networks, pricing, and additional features offered by different providers. By conducting thorough research and considering these factors, you can select a VPN service that best fits your security needs and budget.

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Parental control software

Parental control software is a valuable tool for parents looking to monitor and manage their children's online activity. With the increasing access to the internet and a wide range of content available, it has become essential for parents to track and control what their children are exposed to.

These software programs offer a variety of features to help parents safeguard their children online. This includes content filtering to block inappropriate websites, social media monitoring to track interactions, screen time management to limit device usage, and location tracking to ensure children's safety when they are away from home.

Parental control software is easy to install and customize according to the specific needs of each family. Parents can set up individual profiles for each child, adjust settings based on their age and maturity level, and receive notifications or reports on their online activities.

By using parental control software, parents can create a safe and secure online environment for their children to explore the digital world. It provides peace of mind knowing that their children are not being exposed to harmful content or engaging in risky behavior online.

Overall, parental control software is a powerful tool for parents to stay informed and involved in their children's online lives, ensuring their safety and well-being in today's digital age.

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Title: Ensuring Browsing Privacy with VPNs: Your Ultimate Shield Online

In an age where digital footprints are as revealing as fingerprints, safeguarding your online privacy is paramount. Virtual Private Networks (VPNs) stand as formidable guardians against the prying eyes of cyber threats and data snoopers, offering users a secure pathway for internet browsing.

A VPN creates a private network from a public internet connection, encrypting data transmitted between your device and the VPN server. This encryption shields your online activities from interception, ensuring that sensitive information such as passwords, financial details, and browsing history remain confidential.

One of the primary benefits of using a VPN is the anonymity it provides. By masking your IP address with that of the VPN server, your online actions are untraceable to your actual location or identity. This not only prevents advertisers and websites from tracking your movements but also evades government surveillance and censorship in regions with restricted internet access.

Moreover, VPNs offer an extra layer of security when using public Wi-Fi networks. These networks, often found in cafes, airports, and hotels, are notorious hotspots for hackers seeking to intercept unencrypted data. With a VPN, all data transmitted over the public network is encrypted, thwarting any attempts at unauthorized access.

Furthermore, VPNs enable users to bypass geographical restrictions on content. By connecting to servers in different countries, individuals can access region-locked websites and streaming services, expanding their online freedom and entertainment options.

However, while VPNs are powerful tools for enhancing browsing privacy, it's essential to choose a reputable provider. Factors such as encryption protocols, server locations, and logging policies should be carefully evaluated to ensure maximum security and confidentiality.

In conclusion, VPNs offer a robust solution for preserving browsing privacy in an increasingly interconnected digital landscape. By encrypting data, masking identities, and bypassing restrictions, VPNs empower users to navigate the internet with confidence and anonymity. Embrace the shield of VPN technology and reclaim control over your online privacy today.

Internet history tracking

Internet history tracking refers to the process of recording and storing the online activities of users, including the websites they visit, the searches they conduct, and the content they consume. This practice has raised concerns regarding privacy and security, as it allows for the collection of sensitive information about individuals without their consent.

The origins of internet history tracking can be traced back to the early days of the World Wide Web when cookies were introduced as a way to store user information and preferences. Over time, more sophisticated tracking mechanisms such as browser fingerprinting and device tracking have been developed to create detailed profiles of users' online behavior.

While internet history tracking can be used for legitimate purposes such as improving user experience and providing personalized recommendations, it also has the potential for misuse. Advertisers and data brokers often utilize tracking data to target users with personalized ads, while malicious actors may exploit vulnerabilities in tracking systems to steal sensitive information.

To protect their privacy and security online, users can take precautions such as regularly clearing their browsing history and cookies, using privacy-focused browsers and search engines, and installing browser extensions that block tracking scripts. Additionally, policymakers and regulatory bodies play a crucial role in establishing guidelines and regulations to ensure that internet history tracking is conducted in a transparent and ethical manner.

In conclusion, internet history tracking has become an integral part of the online ecosystem, but it also raises important questions about privacy, consent, and data security. By being aware of the implications of tracking and taking steps to safeguard their online activities, users can better control their digital footprint and protect their personal information.

Online privacy tools

In an age where our online activities are increasingly under scrutiny, safeguarding our privacy has become more critical than ever. Fortunately, there is a plethora of online privacy tools available to help individuals protect their personal information and browsing habits from prying eyes.

Virtual Private Networks (VPNs) are perhaps the most widely recognized privacy tool. VPNs encrypt your internet connection, making it virtually impossible for hackers or third parties to intercept your data. By routing your connection through servers located in different countries, VPNs also allow you to bypass geo-restrictions and access content that may be blocked in your region.

For those concerned about their web browser tracking their every move, browser extensions like Privacy Badger and uBlock Origin can provide much-needed relief. These extensions block tracking cookies and ads, reducing the amount of data that companies can collect about your online behavior.

Password managers are another indispensable tool for protecting your online privacy. Instead of using the same password across multiple sites (which is a major security risk), password managers generate complex, unique passwords for each of your accounts and store them securely. This not only enhances your security but also simplifies the process of managing multiple passwords.

In addition to these tools, privacy-conscious individuals may also want to consider using encrypted messaging apps like Signal or Telegram for their communication needs. These apps use end-to-end encryption to ensure that only the intended recipient can read your messages, thwarting potential eavesdroppers.

Ultimately, incorporating these online privacy tools into your digital routine can go a long way in safeguarding your personal information and maintaining your anonymity in an increasingly interconnected world. By taking proactive steps to protect your privacy, you can browse the web with confidence and peace of mind.

Monitoring VPN usage

Monitoring VPN usage is a critical aspect of maintaining network security and ensuring compliance with company policies. VPNs, or Virtual Private Networks, are commonly used by organizations to provide a secure connection for remote workers, safeguarding sensitive data from potential threats. However, monitoring VPN usage is essential to identify any suspicious activities or potential breaches.

One of the primary reasons for monitoring VPN usage is to detect unauthorized access attempts. By analyzing VPN logs and traffic patterns, IT administrators can identify any unusual behavior, such as multiple login attempts from different locations or irregular data transfer volumes. This proactive approach allows organizations to respond swiftly to potential security threats and prevent unauthorized access to confidential information.

Furthermore, monitoring VPN usage enables organizations to enforce compliance with company policies and regulatory requirements. By tracking employee VPN usage, businesses can ensure that remote workers are adhering to security protocols and accessing only authorized resources. This helps maintain the integrity of the network and minimizes the risk of data breaches or compliance violations.

Moreover, monitoring VPN usage provides valuable insights into network performance and resource utilization. By analyzing VPN traffic metrics, IT teams can identify bandwidth bottlenecks, optimize network configurations, and allocate resources more effectively. This proactive monitoring approach enhances network efficiency and improves overall productivity.

In conclusion, monitoring VPN usage is essential for maintaining network security, enforcing compliance, and optimizing network performance. By analyzing VPN logs and traffic patterns, organizations can detect unauthorized access attempts, ensure compliance with company policies, and enhance network efficiency. Implementing robust monitoring solutions enables businesses to safeguard sensitive data and mitigate security risks effectively.

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Title: Unlocking the Power of Open Ports for VPN Server Access

In the realm of secure and private internet connections, VPNs (Virtual Private Networks) stand as stalwart guardians. However, accessing VPN servers can sometimes be hindered by closed ports, limiting connectivity and frustrating users. Here, we delve into the significance of open ports for VPN server access and how they enhance your online experience.

Open ports serve as gateways that allow data to flow freely between your device and the VPN server. Think of them as designated entry points through which information travels securely. When ports are closed, it's like encountering a locked door – access is denied, and communication halts.

By contrast, open ports facilitate seamless communication, enabling your device to establish a connection with the VPN server effortlessly. This open pathway ensures that your data packets can travel swiftly and securely, bypassing potential bottlenecks and delays.

For VPN users, open ports are paramount for several reasons:

Enhanced Connectivity: Open ports eliminate barriers, ensuring smoother and more reliable connections to VPN servers.

Improved Performance: With open ports, data transmission is optimized, leading to faster speeds and reduced latency.

Expanded Access: Certain applications or services may require specific ports to be open for proper functionality. Having open ports ensures compatibility and accessibility across a wide range of platforms and services.

Enhanced Security: Contrary to common misconceptions, open ports can be configured securely, allowing authorized traffic while blocking unauthorized access. This granular control enhances overall network security.

In conclusion, open ports play a crucial role in facilitating seamless VPN server access, empowering users with enhanced connectivity, improved performance, expanded access, and robust security measures. By understanding and leveraging the power of open ports, you can maximize the effectiveness and efficiency of your VPN experience.

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Title: Enhancing Network Security with a VPN Server

In today's digital age, where cyber threats loom large, ensuring robust network security is paramount for individuals and organizations alike. One powerful tool in the arsenal of defense against online vulnerabilities is the Virtual Private Network (VPN) server.

A VPN server acts as a secure gateway, encrypting all data transmitted between the user's device and the internet. This encryption creates a secure tunnel through which data travels, making it nearly impossible for hackers or malicious entities to intercept or decipher sensitive information.

One of the primary benefits of employing a VPN server for network security is the protection it offers against unauthorized access. By masking the user's IP address and routing their internet traffic through remote servers located in different geographic regions, VPNs effectively cloak their online activities, thwarting attempts by cybercriminals to track or exploit their data.

Moreover, VPN servers provide an added layer of security when accessing public Wi-Fi networks. These networks, often found in coffee shops, airports, or hotels, are notorious hotspots for cyber attacks. However, by connecting to a VPN server, users can encrypt their data transmissions, safeguarding their sensitive information from potential threats lurking on unsecured networks.

Furthermore, VPN servers enable users to bypass geographical restrictions and censorship measures imposed by governments or internet service providers (ISPs). By connecting to servers located in different countries, individuals can access region-locked content or circumvent internet censorship, ensuring unrestricted access to information and online services.

In conclusion, deploying a VPN server is a proactive measure to fortify network security in an increasingly interconnected world. By encrypting data transmissions, masking IP addresses, and providing secure access to the internet, VPN servers empower individuals and organizations to safeguard their digital assets and preserve online privacy.

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Title: Enhancing Security with Access Control VPN Connections

In today's digital landscape, where remote work is becoming increasingly prevalent, securing sensitive data and maintaining privacy are paramount concerns for individuals and organizations alike. One effective solution gaining traction is the use of Access Control VPN (Virtual Private Network) connections.

Access Control VPN connections serve as a robust mechanism for controlling and regulating access to networks and data. Unlike traditional VPNs, which provide a secure tunnel for data transmission, Access Control VPNs add an extra layer of security by implementing granular access controls.

One of the key features of Access Control VPN connections is the ability to define and enforce access policies based on user identity, device type, location, and other parameters. This ensures that only authorized users with the necessary credentials can access specific resources within the network. For example, administrators can restrict access to sensitive databases to only employees with the appropriate permissions, regardless of their physical location.

Furthermore, Access Control VPNs employ encryption protocols to safeguard data in transit, protecting it from interception and unauthorized access. This is particularly crucial when employees connect to the corporate network from unsecured public Wi-Fi networks or other potentially risky environments.

Another advantage of Access Control VPN connections is their scalability and flexibility. Whether an organization has a handful of employees or operates on a global scale, Access Control VPNs can accommodate varying user loads and network architectures while maintaining high levels of security.

By implementing Access Control VPN connections, organizations can mitigate the risk of data breaches, ensure compliance with regulatory requirements, and empower employees to work remotely without compromising security. As the digital landscape continues to evolve, investing in robust access control mechanisms like VPNs is essential for safeguarding sensitive information and maintaining a secure work environment.

Port forwarding VPN server

Port forwarding a VPN server is a valuable technique that can enhance the performance and functionality of your Virtual Private Network (VPN). By enabling port forwarding on your VPN server, you can optimize the connection between your device and the VPN server, allowing for smoother and more efficient data transmission.

Port forwarding works by redirecting incoming network traffic from a specific port on your router to a designated port on your VPN server. This process establishes a direct and secure pathway for data to flow through, reducing latency and improving connection speeds. Additionally, port forwarding can help bypass network restrictions imposed by firewalls or internet service providers, ensuring uninterrupted access to your VPN server.

To set up port forwarding for your VPN server, you will need to access your router's settings and configure the port forwarding rules. Typically, this involves specifying the external and internal ports to be forwarded, as well as the IP address of your VPN server. Once the port forwarding rules are in place, your VPN server will be able to effectively manage incoming connections and optimize data transfer.

Overall, port forwarding is a powerful tool that can significantly enhance the performance and reliability of your VPN server. By implementing port forwarding, you can enjoy faster connection speeds, improved network stability, and seamless access to your VPN services. Whether you are a casual user or a business professional, port forwarding can elevate your VPN experience to new heights.

Remote server management VPN

Remote server management VPN (Virtual Private Network) is a crucial tool for businesses that need secure access to their servers and network resources from remote locations. With the rise of remote work and distributed teams, more companies are turning to VPNs to ensure data security and efficient server management.

A remote server management VPN works by establishing a secure, encrypted connection between the user's device and the company's network. This connection allows employees, IT administrators, and other authorized personnel to access servers, databases, and other network resources from any location with an internet connection. By using a VPN, data transmitted between the user and the server is encrypted, making it difficult for cyber attackers to intercept or tamper with the information.

One of the key benefits of using a remote server management VPN is enhanced security. By encrypting data traffic, VPNs help protect sensitive information from being compromised. This is particularly important when accessing servers remotely over unsecured networks, such as public Wi-Fi hotspots.

Additionally, remote server management VPNs provide convenience and flexibility for employees and IT staff who need to access servers or troubleshoot issues outside of the office. With a VPN, users can securely connect to the company network as if they were physically present in the office, enabling them to perform essential server management tasks remotely.

In conclusion, remote server management VPNs play a vital role in ensuring secure and efficient server access for businesses operating in a remote or distributed environment. By leveraging the capabilities of VPN technology, organizations can enhance data security, streamline server management processes, and facilitate remote work operations effectively.

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In Internal Meeting, Christiane Amanpour Confronts CNN Brass About “Double Standards” On Isra-Hell Coverage

Amanpour Expressed “Real Distress” Over Isra-hell, Illegal Regime, Stories Being Changed, While Other Staffers Described a Climate That is Hostile to Arab Journalists.

— Daniel Boguslaw, Prem Thakker | March 1 2024

The CNN logo is seen on the building in Los Angeles, on Nov. 13, 2023. Photo: Jakub Porzycki/NurPhoto Via AP

CNN Employees, Including the renowned international news anchor Christiane Amanpour, confronted network executives over what the staffers described as myriad leadership failings in coverage of Israel’s war on Gaza, according to a leaked recording of a recent all-hands meeting obtained by The Intercept.

In the hourlong meeting at CNN’s London Bureau on February 13, staffers took turns questioning a panel of executives about CNN’s protocols for covering the war in Gaza and what they describe as a hostile climate for Arab reporters. Several junior and senior CNN employees described feeling devalued, embarrassed, and disgraced by CNN’s war coverage.

The panelists — CNN Worldwide CEO and CNN Editor-in-Chief Mark Thompson, CNN U.S. Executive Editor Virginia Moseley, and CNN International General Manager Mike McCarthy — responded with broad assurances that the employees’ concerns were being heard, while also defending CNN’s work and pointing to the persistent obstacle of gaining access inside the Gaza Strip.

One issue that came up repeatedly is CNN’s longtime process for routing almost all coverage relating to Israel and Palestine through the network’s Jerusalem bureau. As The Intercept reported in January, the protocol — which has existed for years but was expanded and rebranded as SecondEyes last summer — slows down reporting on Gaza and filters news about the war through journalists in Jerusalem who operate under the shadow of Israel’s military censor.

“You’ve heard from me, you’ve heard my, you know, real distress with SecondEyes — changing copy, double standards, and all the rest,” said Amanpour, who was identified in the recording when an executive called her name. “So you’ve heard it, and I hear what your response is and I hope it does go a long way.”

CNN spokesperson Jonathan Hawkins declined to comment on the meeting and pointed The Intercept to the network’s previous statement about SecondEyes, which described it as a process to bring “more expert eyes” to coverage around the clock. “I would add to this that the staff members on this group include Arab staff based outside Israel, and have done since the group was established,” Hawkins said.

Amanpour did not respond to a request for comment.

Like other mainstream news organizations, CNN has faced a flood of internal and external criticism of its coverage of Israel and Gaza since October 7, accused of minimizing Palestinian suffering and uncritically amplifying Israeli narratives. Just this week, CNN described an Israeli massacre of more than 100 starving people who were gathered to get food as a “chaotic incident.” Earlier this month, The Guardian published an extensive story sourced to multiple CNN staffers who described the network’s Gaza coverage as “journalistic malpractice.”

During the February meeting, a half-dozen staffers spoke candidly about concerns with CNN’s war coverage. They said the coverage has weakened the network’s standing in the region and has led Arab staffers, some of whom entered lethal situations to cover the war, feeling as though their lives are expendable.

“I was in southern Lebanon during October and November,” one journalist said. “And it was more distressing for me to turn on CNN, than the bombs falling nearby.”

The Meeting Began as an effort for leadership to discuss editorial priorities. Thompson, in his opening remarks, spoke at length about his vision for evenhanded journalism and reiterated his personal openness to critical exchange and inquiry. “There’s something about the essence of CNN — its brand, what it stands for — which to me is great breaking news, with, right in the middle of the frame, a human being, someone you trust and whose background you know, acting as your guide to what’s happening,” he said.

As soon as the C-suite opened the discussion up to staff questions, the interrogation began.

“My question is about our Gaza coverage,” said the journalist who worked from Lebanon in the fall. “I think it’s no secret that there is a lot of discontent about how the newsgathering process — and how it played out.”

Instead of finding solace in CNN’s coverage of the war, the staffer continued, “I find that my colleagues, my family, are platforming people over and over again, that are either calling for my death, or using very dehumanizing language against me … and people that look like me. And obviously, this has a huge impact in our credibility in the region.”

The journalist posed a question to the executives: “I want to ask as well, what have you done, and what are you doing to address the hate speech that fills our air and informed our coverage, especially in the first few months of the war?”

Thompson responded that he’s generally satisfied with how the network has covered Israel’s war on Gaza, while conceding that “it is impossible to do this kind of story where there are people with incredibly strong opinions on both sides,” without “sometimes making mistakes.” He added that CNN has gotten better at admitting mistakes and trying to correct them and suggested, in response to the staffer’s concerns over dehumanization, that holes in coverage are a consequence of limited access to Gaza.

“I think the fact that it’s been very difficult for us until relatively recently, and even today, to get fully on the ground inside Gaza, has made it hard for us to deliver the kind of individualized personal stories of what it’s been like for the people of Gaza, in the way it has been more possible for us with the story of the families of those murdered and kidnapped by Hamas in the original Hamas attack on Israel,” said Thompson, who answered most of the questions.

If the network had the same access to Gaza as it does to the families of Israeli hostages, he continued, “I believe we would have done the same,” citing a story the network ran about one of its own producers caught in Gaza. “I think that we have for the most part tried very hard to capture the … our job is not to be moral arbiters, it is to report what’s happening.”

Another newsroom staffer chimed in to object to the network’s uncritical coverage of statements by Israeli officials, including Defense Minister Yoav Gallant. “I think a lot of us felt very strongly about the fact that there were very senior anchors not challenging people like, comments like, the defense minister using what is considered under international law, genocidal language, ‘human animals,’ all of those things that made up the first seven pages of the South African legal case at the ICJ,” referring to the International Court of Justice.

The employee then turned to SecondEyes: “If we want a culture that truly values diversity, we need to be really honest about, nobody gets it right. But we did not have our key Jerusalem producers on that Jerusalem SecondEyes — we didn’t have an Arab on it for some time.”

The staffer went on to say that Muslim or Arab journalists at CNN were made to feel that they must denounce Hamas to clear their names and be taken seriously as journalists. “I’ve heard this, where a number of younger colleagues now feel that they didn’t want to put their hands up to speak up even in the kind of the local Bureau meeting,” the staffer said. “People were taking their names off bylines.”

Thompson interjected, saying that people seemed to be speaking up now and that he welcomes editorial discussions.

Another staffer disputed that characterization and noted that Arab and Muslim journalists walk a difficult line between feeling proud of working for CNN while facing pressure from their families and communities over working for a network with a pronounced pro-Israel bias.

“I think it’s very important for you to know that the degree of racism that those of us of Arab and Muslim descent face inside Israel, covering Israel, was disproportionate — the targeting of us by pro Israeli organizations, and what we had to hear,” another staffer added.

Amanpour chimed in toward the end of the meeting. She praised the reports of Clarissa Ward, Nada Bashir, and Jomana Karadsheh and suggested that CNN should have more experts like them on the ground and in the field, especially at the start of a conflict.

“Bottom line, we do actually have to send experts to these unbelievably difficult, contentious, you know, game-changing stories,” said Amanpour, a veteran war reporter. “It isn’t a place, with due respect, to send people who we want to promote or whatever, or teach. Maybe in the second wave, maybe in the third wave — but in the first wave, it has to be the people who know, through experience, what they’re seeing, and how to speak truth to power on all sides. And how to recognize the difference between political or whatever or terrorist attack, and the humanity, and to be able to put all of that into reporting.”

“For me, video is not a talking head on a balcony in a capital,” Amanpour said. “It just isn’t. To me, video is reportage.”

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Sify Technologies: Fortifying Digital Worlds with Network Security Services

In our increasingly interconnected world, network security has transcended its status as a mere IT concern to become a critical strategic imperative for businesses. Safeguarding sensitive data, ensuring continuous operation, and protecting against an ever-evolving array of cyber threats are challenges that cannot be understated. This is where Sify Technologies steps into the picture with its cutting-edge Network Security Services, providing a robust shield for digital assets.

The Significance of Network Security Services

Network security services encompass a range of solutions, tools, and strategies designed to protect the integrity and availability of an organization’s data and network resources. The importance of network security cannot be overstated as it guards against a plethora of potential risks, including data breaches, malware attacks, and downtime that can have catastrophic consequences for businesses.

Sify’s Network Security Services: A Holistic Approach to Protection

1. Comprehensive Threat Defense:

Sify Technologies employs a multifaceted approach to defend against modern cyber threats. This includes next-generation firewalls, intrusion detection and prevention systems, advanced malware protection, and threat intelligence. The goal is to create a formidable defense system that can identify and neutralize threats before they can cause harm.

2. Round-the-Clock Vigilance:

Cyberattacks don’t follow a 9-to-5 schedule. Sify’s Network Security Services offer continuous, 24/7 monitoring and management. This means that your organization is safeguarded at all times, with real-time threat detection and response, reducing the window of vulnerability.

3. Data Encryption:

Data in transit is vulnerable. Sify deploys strong encryption protocols to protect your data as it moves across networks, ensuring that even if intercepted, it remains indecipherable to unauthorized entities.

4. User and Access Control:

Control over who accesses your network and data is paramount. Sify’s services include robust user and access controls to ensure that only authorized personnel can access sensitive information.

5. Regulatory Compliance:

Many industries are bound by stringent regulatory requirements regarding data security. Sify’s Network Security Services help you meet these compliance standards, ensuring that your business remains in good legal standing.

6. Incident Response:

In the unfortunate event of a security breach, a rapid and effective response is crucial to mitigate damage. Sify provides incident response services to help organizations recover swiftly from security incidents and prevent future occurrences.

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Security is not just about technology; it’s also about people. Sify offers training and awareness programs to educate your staff about best practices and emerging threats, reducing the likelihood of security breaches originating from within.

Sify Technologies: Your Partner in Network Security

As the digital landscape continues to expand and evolve, the need for robust network security becomes ever more critical. The comprehensive suite of Network Security Services offered by Sify Technologies is your partner in this ongoing battle. Whether you’re an enterprise protecting customer data or a government agency safeguarding sensitive information, Sify’s solutions scale to meet your unique security requirements.

The proactive threat defense, continuous monitoring, encryption, access control, compliance adherence, incident response, and security training bundled into Sify’s Network Security Services position them as a formidable defense against the myriad threats that organizations face today. When you choose Sify, you’re choosing a vigilant guardian for your digital assets, providing the peace of mind necessary to navigate the digital age with confidence.

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Video of Sikh leader’s killing shows coordinated attack (Washington Post) At least six men and two vehicles were involved in the killing of Sikh separatist leader Hardeep Singh Nijjar outside his place of worship, according to video reviewed by The Washington Post and witness accounts, suggesting a larger and more organized operation than has previously been reported. In a bombshell announcement, Prime Minister Justin Trudeau told Canada’s House of Commons last week that authorities were pursuing “credible allegations” that agents of the Indian government were involved in the killing. Canadian authorities have drawn on human and signals intelligence to support their claims of Indian government involvement, the Canadian Broadcasting Corp. has reported. That intelligence includes intercepted communications of Indian diplomats, some of them on Canadian soil.

Only Richest 20% of Americans Still Have Excess Pandemic Savings (Bloomberg) Americans outside the wealthiest 20% of the country have run out of extra savings and now have less cash on hand than they did when the pandemic began, according to the latest Federal Reserve study of household finances. For the bottom 80% of households by income, bank deposits and other liquid assets were lower in June this year than they were in March 2020, after adjustment for inflation. All income groups have seen their balances decline in real terms from a peak in 2021, according to the Fed survey. But among the wealthiest one-fifth of households, cash savings are still about 8% above their level when Covid hit. By contrast, the poorest two-fifths of Americans have seen an 8% drop in that period. And the next 40%—a group that roughly corresponds with the US middle class—saw their cash savings drop below pre-pandemic levels in the last quarter. The figures point to dwindling firepower available for US consumers. Some analysts warn a downturn is in the cards as households run low on spare cash.

America’s poor math skills raise alarms over global competitiveness (AP) Many Americans joke about how bad they are at math, and already abysmal scores on standardized math tests are falling even further. The nation needs people who are good at math, employers say. They say America’s poor math performance is a threat to the nation’s global economic competitiveness and national security. “The advances in technology that are going to drive where the world goes in the next 50 years are going to come from other countries, because they have the intellectual capital and we don’t,” said Jim Stigler, a psychology professor at the University of California, Los Angeles, who studies the process of teaching and learning subjects including math. Meanwhile, the number of jobs in math occupations—positions that “use arithmetic and apply advanced techniques to make calculations, analyze data and solve problems”—will increase by more than 30,000 per year through the end of this decade, Bureau of Labor Statistics figures show. That’s much faster than most other kinds of jobs. “Mathematics is becoming more and more a part of almost every career,” said Michael Allen, who chairs the math department at Tennessee Technological University.

Nothing Greases The Hinges Of Friendship Like $40 Billion (Guardian) At a White House summit with leaders from various Pacific Islands on Monday, President Biden pledged $40 billion in economic aid to nations in the region. The massive pledge would tie the 18 nations present at the meeting closer to the U.S. as China attempts to expand its influence across the Pacific. The aid package is set to feature secure undersea cable connectivity infrastructure for Pacific nations among other benefits, though the funding plans have yet to be submitted to Congress, which is currently looking to make budget cuts as it stares down the barrel of a possible government shutdown later this week.

Police militias used to fight Brazil’s gangs. Now they extort, traffic and kill, too. (Washington Post) For years, police in Rio de Janeiro state have waged a bloody and expensive campaign against the gangs that dominate many of its impoverished favelas. But all the violence and effort, prosecutors and analysts say, has missed the most pressing security challenge confronting this notoriously turbulent region: A shadow force made up of active and retired police officers themselves, which extorts, traffics drugs and kills at will and with impunity. These police militias, rooted in Brazil’s authoritarian past but with ties to government today, claim that they’re private security enterprises needed to contain gang violence. But they now control far more of Rio than gangs ever have, researchers say. They have more weapons, more money, more political power. Remnants of the military dictatorship that ruled Brazil from 1964 to 1985, police militias were once broadly accepted by authorities as an adjunct to official security forces in the fight against violent criminal gangs. But many are now vying against those gangs to dominate the same criminal activities.

Finland and NATO (NYT) Barely a year after Russia’s invasion of Ukraine, Finland cast aside decades of military nonalignment and self-reliance and joined the NATO alliance. That happened with breathtaking speed, as these matters go, but gaining membership may have been the easy part. Now comes the complicated process of integrating itself into the alliance and its requirement of collective defense—with all of its financial, legal and strategic hurdles. Membership in NATO has long been considered a cheap benefit, given the American nuclear umbrella and the principle of collective defense. But NATO also has extensive requirements of its members—not just spending goals for the military, but specific demands from each country for certain capabilities, armaments, troop strengths and infrastructure as defined by the Supreme Allied Commander in Europe. Achieving that will demand some difficult and costly decisions from the government and military officials. They will have to decide how to move troops and equipment to Norway, Sweden or the Baltic States in the event they need reinforcements, for instance, or whether to participate in other NATO tasks like patrols in Kosovo or the Mediterranean.

Missing migrants (NYT) April is a beautiful month on the shores of the Mediterranean. But for Meron Estefanos, and others who monitor the migrant passage, spring also brings a sense of foreboding. “How many people are we going to lose this time,” Estefanos, an Eritrean activist based in Uganda, often asks herself. Over the past decade, the vast blue sea between North Africa, Turkey and Europe has become a stage for mass death. Of the more than 2 million people who have attempted the crossing, most from sub-Saharan Africa and the Middle East, at least 28,000 are missing, presumed to have perished, conservative estimates suggest. Of the known dead, only around 13 percent of bodies are ever recovered by European authorities, the ICRC estimates. The vast majority are never identified. The chances of a relative receiving confirmation of a missing loved one’s death are “like the odds of winning the lottery,” in the words of one humanitarian official.

The grain spat threatening to wipe out goodwill between Poland and Ukraine (Washington Post) There is so much grain at Wieslaw Gryn’s farm in eastern Poland—the farm his family has run for two centuries—that wheat kernels are spilling out of the storage barn and into the yard. “There’s no space in the silos,” Gryn, 65, said, as he tapped one of the metal towers holding grain harvested from the fields that stretch toward the Ukrainian border. “Full,” he said. “All full.” Across this agricultural region, some farmers like Gryn say they are struggling to sell their grain at prices that would cover costs, leading to overflowing silos and warehouses. They blame their woes in part on an influx of Ukrainian grain last year, imports that were greenlit by the European Union to help Kyiv circumvent a Russian blockade. The move, which brought cheap Ukrainian wheat to the E.U. market, caused a glut in Poland and sent local prices plummeting, angering farmers. Keeping them placated is a priority for Poland’s ruling Law and Justice party ahead of elections on Oct. 15, even as it threatens lasting damage to the alliance with Ukraine. Experts say the quarrel over grain could be a signal of more friction ahead as European farmers feel threatened by Ukraine’s vast farms. “We are closing the borders in order to defend the Polish farmer, because defending the interests of the Polish farmer is our most important imperative,” Polish Prime Minister Mateusz Morawiecki said.

Armenians flee Nagorno-Karabakh (Reuters) Hungry and exhausted Armenian families jammed roads to flee homes in the defeated breakaway enclave of Nagorno-Karabakh, while the United States called on Azerbaijan to protect civilians and let in aid. The Armenians of Karabakh—part of Azerbaijan beyond Baku’s control since the dissolution of the Soviet Union—began fleeing this week after their forces were routed in a lightning military operation by Azerbaijan’s military. At least 13,550 of the 120,000 ethnic Armenians who call Nagorno-Karabakh home arrived in Armenia on the first day of the exodus, with hundreds of cars and buses crammed with belongings snaking down the mountain road out of Azerbaijan. As Armenians rushed to leave the Karabakh capital, fuel stations were overwhelmed by panic buying. The authorities there said at least 68 people were killed and 200 injured in a massive blaze when a fuel storage facility blew up on Monday.

Rupees (Bloomberg) On May 19, the Reserve Bank of India ordered the withdrawal of all 2,000-rupee bank notes by the end of September, ordering people to exchange them for smaller bills or deposit them in banks. There were 3.56 trillion rupees’ worth of 2,000-rupee notes, and while most have been banked, still 7 percent remained in circulation as of the beginning of the month. That means that very soon, some 240 billion rupees’ ($2.9 billion) worth of currency might be rendered invalid within a week. The 2,000-rupee note, which is worth around $24, was first introduced in 2016 and is a preferred storage of value for large cash deals. After the end of the month, they’ll only be able to be exchanged with the Reserve Bank of India, and the individual will have to have an explanation for why they missed the deadline.

South China Sea: Philippines removes Chinese barrier in contested area (BBC) The Philippines says it has removed a floating barrier installed by China to block Philippine fishing boats entering a contested area in the South China Sea. The Philippines coast guard said it had been instructed to do so by President Ferdinand Marcos Junior. Manila says China violated its fishing rights with the 300m (1,000ft) barrier in the Scarborough Shoal. China claims more than 90% of the South China Sea and seized the shoal in 2012. The South China Sea is a rich fishing ground that is believed to hold vast oil and gas reserves. More than half of the world’s fishing vessels operate in this area. China’s claims—which include sovereignty over plots of land and their adjacent waters—have angered not just the Philippines but also Vietnam, Taiwan, Malaysia and Brunei.

Few persecuted Christians find refuge in US, new report finds (Religion News Service) Fewer Christians fleeing persecution in their native countries have found a safe harbor in the United States in the past half decade, according to a new report from a pair of Christian nonprofits, which cites the effects of the pandemic and the dismantling of U.S. refugee resettlement programs during the Trump administration. The report, titled “Closed Doors,” found the number of Christians coming to the U.S. from countries named on a prominent persecution watchlist dropped from 32,248 in 2016 to 9,528 in 2022—a decline of 70%. The decline in Christian refugees comes at a time when the persecution against Christians is on the rise, said Ryan Brown, CEO of Open Doors. According to the Watch List released earlier this year, some 360 million Christians face what Open Doors calls “high levels of discrimination and persecution.” That’s up from 260 million reported in a 2020 edition of the “Closed Doors” report. Much of the increase has come in sub-Saharan Africa, he said, driven by political instability and internal conflict in countries like Nigeria.

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[legends-live-in-memories]

Talk So Pretty, But Your Heart Got Teeth

AYO another day another oneshot as a part of the MGI Trope Tussle! BUT WAIT THERES MORE thanks to @nightlychaotic for letting me continue her oneshot that can be found HERE! 

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Dickinette Oneshot 2.8K words 

Summary:

“Nightwing was desperate to figure out Kit Noire. For reasons beyond professional.” 

without further ado:

Some days, you're the only thing I know

Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold

Can't look away, can't look away

Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah

It had been two weeks since Nightwing had last seen Kit Noire. While the lack of thefts and reported break-ins was doing wonders for his day job, he found his nightlife severely lacking its usual luster. He had done some research into her powers, cross-referencing with some of his more magically inclined coworkers. Aquaman had an interesting story about some god of destruction but it was Atlantean lore that led nowhere. He was drawing blanks on what his next move was going to be. Conflicted on whether to bring her to justice or to help her get justice. 

His team was of no help either. Batman was adamant on chasing her out of Gotham, her destructive powers too dangerous in the city, while his siblings were more engrossed in teasing him about his affections for the cat thief. Jabs about ‘learned behaviour’ and ‘truly being the next Batman’ went ignored for his own piece of mind. He loathed to admit it but his intrigue in her, his adamance to be involved with her case, stemmed from less professional intentions. He was compromised in this investigation but he was unwilling to relent to anyone else.

Kit Noire was his to solve. 

Sometimes, you're a stranger in my bed

Don't know if you love me or you want me dead

Push me away, push me away

Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah

He finally found her one night by the Gotham Harbour. She was in the middle of an altercation with the same guy who had stolen some grimoire from her. ‘Guardian’ he had called her. 

Rather than intervene immediately, Nightwing hung back in the shadows, observing the two of them. The man was obviously much older than her and was particularly equipped to combat her style of fighting. He used what appeared to be a wooden staff and was dressed in Buddhist-inspired robes. Another piece to add into his investigation. 

Their fight was approaching a stalemate, neither willing to yield to the other. Nightwing decided to make his presence known. A couple smoke bombs were tossed into the fray, halting the fight. Taking the opening, he jumped in between and threw two bolas at the old man. He was wrapped securely in the wires and collapsed gracelessly on the planks. Not giving him anymore attention, he moved to intercept Kit Noire; choosing the evil he knew over the one he didn’t.

“Sorry, songbird.” She spoke with more bite than usual, her frustration with the older man still clinging to her. “But I already have plans tonight. None that involves you sadly.”

“What?” His casual drawl, partnered with his carefully crafted smirk did nothing to placate the hissing cat in his arms. “I can’t let the kitty have all the fun.”

“Please,” she scoffs; she slackens in his hold only fractionally. “As if I need a little birdy like you to give me permission to do anything.”

She slipped under his grasp and shot a leg up directly into his chin. He was taken completely by surprise and before he could react, one of his own smoke bombs was thrown at his feet. He was disoriented and by the time he switched his mask to infrared, she was already gone with the older man. His discarded bolas were the only thing that remained between the clearing haze of smoke.

Call me in the morning to apologize

Every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

He was pulling into the precinct parking lot for his morning shift with a poorly concealed bruise on his jaw and excuses already on his tongue for how it got there. His ego wasn’t fairing much better but that was concerns for his punching bag back at his home gym. Now, he was Dick Grayson, rookie cop at the GCPD. Now, his nighttime problems can’t reach him.

Or so he thought.  

He didn’t make it ten feet into the building before detective Montoya was slamming a file into his chest. He quickly glanced into the file, partially listening to her debriefing of the case, then immediately wished he hadn’t. In the file there were pictures taken from the most recent crime scene and sitting on top of the pile was a picture of a wall from the local aviary. The words ‘Sorry about last night, Songbird -KN’ were spray painted in steel blue. 

He felt his irritation flare as heat crept up his neck while a weight settled in the base of his spine. His warring feelings drowned out everything around him as he fixated on her very obvious declaration. Kitty Noire had been gaining infamy for never being caught by both the cops and the bats. Some in the precinct hadn’t believed she was actually real, just some urban legend the streets were stirring up to cause trouble. To let herself be caught like this, and to admit to contact with one of the bats— it didn’t take a genius to guess which side of the law she was calling out with ‘songbird’— was damning to say the least. 

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

It was another week before he was crashing into her midleap, throwing both of them down onto the nearest roof. They rolled a couple of times before he stopped them by pinning her down. Both of her arms were held above her head; his grips were tight around her wrists, avoiding her palms in fear of what her destructive powers could do. They were on top of the platform that had the doorway to the building’s stairs. Her distracting smirk curled up further as she was about to speak. Probably a suggestive comment but he wasn’t in the mood for their usual back and forth.

“Enough games, Noire.” He shifted his knees to brace on her shins, in case she had any ideas. “You need to tell me what’s going on. You’re bringing suspicious people into the city, dangerous people, and it’s my job to drive them out.”

“I’m not bringing anyone into the city,” she all but spat at him, the fury in her eyes burned bright at the accusation. “He tracked me here.”

“And he is…?” He was getting tired of being out of the loop, meta-abilities and magic are safety hazards if left unchecked in Gotham. He needs to put a lid on this before it spirals any further.

“He is my business and soon to be not a problem for the both of us.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“You have no other choice, songbird. Above your paygrade, remember?” She mumbles something he doesn’t hear but from the shape of her lips it looked like Cataclysm. He didn’t have time to react before the roof was caving in under them. 

The freefall was disorienting but he could see from his periphery that Kit Noire was prepared. She had extended her staff out to fit between two walls and was hanging on, dangling over what was probably twenty flights of steps. Nightwing wasn’t so lucky and he had to angle his fall to crash into steps a couple flights below her.  

“It was nice crashing into you, songbird, but I have things to steal and people to rob.” Retracting her staff, she let herself freefall to the bottom floor of the building. Nightwing dove after her, shooting out his grappling line to one of the higher railings. She had reextended her staff, this time aiming for the height of the building, and was sliding down it like a pole. Banishing the improper thoughts of ‘Noire’ and ‘pole,’ he questioned how the staff was even able to extend that far. 

Right, magic.

Once they were more comfortable feet above the bottom floor, she paused in her descent and let him over take her. He wasn’t given a chance to question her actions as she immediately swiped at his grappling line, snapping it with her rather sharp claws. This time he was prepared enough to brace himself for the fall. He landed on his feet and crouched to roll out of the harsh impact.

“I thought it was cats that landed on their feet, not birds,” her jeer echoed against the walls. He looked back up to see her rapidly climbing her staff. She was gaining distance fast and he was running out of options just as quickly. He didn’t trust climbing her staff so he took to climbing the steps from the railings, jumping and swinging himself around to gain altitude.

“Maybe you’re rubbing off on me.” She had made it to the door that led back to the roof and her staff retracted in an instant. He was still a couple flights away but he knew he wasn’t going to catch her. He resigned himself to knowing that tonight was another failed night. He had let her go again.

Some days, you're the best thing in my life

Sometimes when I look at you, I see my wife

Then you turn into somebody I don't know

And you push me away, push me away, yeah

Something Kit Noire had said was bothering him. She said she was a hero once. That she had given it up because of accusations that ruined her reputation. He had half a mind to not believe her. Write it off as one of her tricks to try and get under his skin. But the other half, the louder, more desperate half, implored him to keep searching. To uncover the cat themed enigma he had grown frustratingly fond of. 

He expanded his search, looking for anything or anyone cat themed with destructive powers. A deep web search had him discovering an old video. It was labeled ‘Reflectdoll’ and nothing else. It was a part of some long forgotten blog that had an entire catalogue of videos labeled in similarly vague ways. Desperate for answers, he rationalised that if anything else, he would cross this source and narrow the search further.

The video was quite the fanfare, looking something out of a movie with impressive CGI. He was about to label this video as another bust but something paused him in his tracks. Her. Kit Noire, or at least a younger version of her, lept into the action. Her and some ladybug patterned partner dealt with the fiasco and Nightwing watched, enthralled and hopeful, as the two worked to take down the foe. He was both impressed and even more confused because he recognised that infamous tower but had no memories of there ever being attacks of that caliber in the city of love. He had done several missions there over the years, and there was never any call for help or an attack to get his or the League’s attention.   

Just what was going on? 

Call me in the morning to apologize

Every little lie gives me butterflies

Something in the way you're looking through my eyes

Don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

He had her pinned again, one of his hands holding both of hers above her head, the other was fisting her braid in a tight pin. They were staring at each other, neither wanting to tip the scales in their own favor. The air was charged and each breath felt like one step closer to a dangerous precipice. Nightwing was struggling with what to do. He had a responsibility to this city. This was his home. And he was letting some magical ex-hero trample all over it because he let his infatuation get to his head. He was too involved but he didn’t care. She was his case to solve. 

“Something you would like to share, songbird?” Her smirk was enticing and infuriating. He couldn’t look away. 

“I have a lot on my mind.”

“What? Is keeping me here not entertaining enough for you?”

“I’m not keeping you here for entertainment.”

“That could be rearranged.” She had surged up to kiss him, her lips soft and inviting. He would be a fool to pass up the opportunity.

Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand

You're looking at me like you don't know who I am

Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand

Still beating

She was hurt. The old man found her again and left her with a painful reminder of who she was up against. Nightwing wished he could track him down and beat him to bloody pulp but right now he was more concerned with patching her up. She was lucky he found her when he did. The gash on her side would be easy to stitch but he first needed to get her to somewhere safe. His options were limited. No clinic would take them in, she was still a notorious criminal after all. Batman would have his head if he brought her to any of their safe houses. The cave was completely out of the question. 

But she was still losing blood. 

“Why the long face, songbird?” Her voice which was usually jovial was tinted with strain. 

“Oh, you know, just getting blood on my suit while a cat bleeds out in my lap.” He tried to lighten the mood and her chuckles were relieving. 

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. Just need to find somewhere to put you.”

“Oh, is the birdy worried about his kitty cat?” She was teasing him, he knew, so he decided playing along would do more for his own peace of mind than trying to refute.

“And if he is?” He mirrored her own joking tone but he couldn’t help the taxes of sincerity that slipped in. She caught on if the slight widening of her eyes were an indicator.

“Oh.” The stunned look she had on her face would be adorable if it weren’t for their situation. “I have a place, not far from here you can drop me off there.”

“Lead the way,” he said, picking her up bridal style. If he pulled her closer as she wrapped her arms around his neck then no one had to know.  

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Fight so dirty, but your love's so sweet

Talk so pretty, but your heart got teeth

Late night devil, put your hands on me

And never, never, never ever let go

Nightwing never noticed this before but Kit Noire was small. Her waist fit in the palms of his hands so well and her legs were slender and lean as they tied themselves around his hips. He looked like he could overwhelm her but he knew better. He knew how strong and dangerous she was but the mental image of just holding her down as she submits beneath him spurred him on further. Her lips were cherry sweet and intoxicating. And her weight on his thighs left him reeling, silently begging for more.

“Someone’s eager,” she had pulled away from his mouth to speak but rather than entertain any conversation he just moved to suck bruises into her jaw. The hand she had in his hair tightened and pulled at the short strands. Her breathing became laboured as she pants into the night sky. He wanted to coax out more reactions from her, wanted to see if she can really mewl like a cat. 

A wayward hand had her grinding down harder in his lap. They were in their own bubble on this abandoned rooftop; it sat between two skyscrapers, both casting the roof in an almost impenetrable shadow, one would really have to be looking to see them. The sound of traffic below was nothing more than white noise, a background soundtrack for their current encounter. Using her grip in his hair, Noire dragged him up from her jaw and crashed their lips together again. Her kittenish licks asked for entrance and he eagerly granted it, savouring the taste of her as she mapped out his mouth with her tongue. 

He gripped her tighter, not wanting to let go, blind in the pleasure of her lips and tongue and teeth.

Teeth

Teeth

Teeth

Never, never, never ever let go

[imagine-darksiders]

Haven - Chapter 6.

First Steps

Summary: The Black Hammer’s infamous mettle is put to the test when he finds himself approached by a sleepy, human youngling. You get your hands looked at and learn a little bit more about your massive guardians in the process. 

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As soon as the minuscule woman sitting in front of him finally succumbs to the persistent lull of sleep, Ulthane nearly lets slip a powerful sigh, only just managing to snap his lips shut in time to catch it.

The giant is not about to utter any sound that might risk waking you up again, not when you're so clearly in desperate need of a long, uninterrupted rest.

Balancing an elbow on each knee, the maker slumps forwards and scrubs tiredly at his face with a thick, calloused hand which he drags down just enough to peer at you over his fingers.

For perhaps longer than he ought to, Ulthane meticulously studies the side of your face that isn't pressed up against the tree bark, unaware that his own features are becoming softer and softer with each passing second.

Although you're sitting right in front of him and he's even held you, touched you and he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that you're real and here, he still can't quite believe that he'd managed to save both you and the children. Admittedly, he's reluctant to stand and leave, and he tells himself that a few more minutes of keeping watch is just a sensible idea, certainly not paranoia setting in. 'Besides,' he thinks, scanning the room and taking note of both the awkward angle at which you've lain yourself against the wall and the broken 'glasses' that sit at the end of Archie's bed. 'There're some things I need to take care of...'

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Slowly, the sconces flickering on the walls burn lower and lower, dripping wax onto the wooden ground until at last, the maker decides your sleep is deep enough that he could move you to a bedroll without waking you up. Glaciers would have moved faster than Ulthane in that moment as he rises to his feet, wincing at every creak of his leather tunic and the clanking, metal belt fastened around his waist. Soon enough though, he's upright once again and he bends down, inching his fingers closer to you until he's able to slide them gently around your back, fingertips brushing over delicate vertebrae and his heart begins to hammer when you scrunch up your face and emit a small moan. For several beats, the maker remains frozen in place until you settle down again.

Breathing a gentle sigh that ruffles your hair, Ulthane carefully works his fingers around and underneath you, having to wiggle them so that your legs sit comfortably across his palm, allowing the maker to press his thumb to your front and pull you up against his chest.

With cautious steps – which would have been cause for amusement had anyone been there as a witness – Ulthane carries you over to the spare bedroll and lays you down upon it, mindful of your head the whole way. Once again, he retracts his hand with an almost painful slowness but the moment his fingers slip out from underneath you, he's startled when you unexpectedly roll towards him in your sleep and fling an arm out, draping it loosely around his forefinger.

The maker's breath catches like a hook in his throat.

Fragile lips part slightly and you let out a soft sigh of contentment, your features relaxing until the lines in your forehead begin to diminish.

Ulthane swallows, captivated by the sight. He'll just have to stay where he is then....

Fine. No problem. Clearly you're subconsciously seeking comfort wherever you can find it, and who is he to deny you that?

The maker is more than ready to crouch here all night if he has to. But then... he considers what a shock it might be for a fetching, young human like you to wake up with a scruffy giant looming over them. Suddenly, staying doesn't seem like the most prudent of ideas.

“Sorry, lass,” he breathes, giving his finger a careful tug until it slides out from under your arm. For a second or two, your lips twitch down at the loss of warm contact, but soon after, you fall still on the bedroll, your breathing slow and even, which is more of a reassurance to the maker than you could possibly know. It's a simple facet of biology he never realised could be a comfort to him after seeing so many humans whose chests were motionless, as if they'd been turned to stone.

Ulthane indulges himself in another few seconds of watching your ribs expand and contract before he pushes himself to his feet again and treads back over to the entrance, bypassing Archie's bunk along the way.

Tree bark scrapes noisily against the maker's braid as he hunkers down against the wall, opening his palm up and squinting curiously down at the fragile spectacles now laying within it. Shifting his weight slightly to one side, he flips the lid of a pouch on his belt and digs around in it for a moment until he pulls out a handful of small tools, those typically saved for his more delicate work.

Settling back against the tree bark, Ulthane readies himself for a long and hopefully peaceful vigil.

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There wasn't any particular reason why Lucia jerked awake in the middle of the night. Only one thing is for sure though, she tells herself adamantly as she clutches at the front of her thin, cotton shirt and gulps down a lungful of air – Waking up has absolutely nothing to do with a nightmare. Definitely not at her age. She's seven, after all. Far too old to be afraid of such babyish things as bad dreams, even those that are filled with gnashing jaws and grey, lifeless eyes, or of hulking monsters who have four arms that raise high above her, just moments away from squashing her flat against the ground below....

Groggily, Lucia twists her head around to see her classmate, Kitty, is still sleeping soundly on the bed next to her.

Kitty has always been a heavy sleeper, and she doesn't even stir as Lucia shuffles tiredly to the ladder at the end of their bunkbed and slides her bare feet onto the first, wooden rung. The girl's descent is painfully slow and she can barely keep her eyes open to see where she needs to place her hands, yet somehow, she manages to make it down to the ground in one piece.

The young girl blearily peers towards the enormous doorway where you and the giant were sitting last night after she and her classmates had climbed into their respective beds. Glassy, sleep-deprived eyes seek out your familiar shape, yet they fail to find you in the spot they expected you to be, an outcome that causes Lucia's throat to tighten. Not a moment later however, she catches sight of Ulthane and her chest hitches apprehensively.

The giant of a man is still sitting propped up against the tree wall with his piercing, blue eyes fixed in her direction, hard and unflinching as stone. It's an unnerving thing to be held underneath that gaze, and yet, as abrupt as Ulthane's appearance is, Lucia doesn't retreat back up into the bunk bed. Rather, she blinks slowly up at him and rubs one of her eyelids with a closed fist. She's tired and she's hungry and she wants nothing more than to see her mother again, to fall into a pair of warm, comforting arms and be reassured that this is all just an unusually long dream. Nevertheless, with a distinct lack of any other viable grownup in the vicinity, the girl's sleep-addled brain seeks out the next nearest source of safety and protection.  

Ulthane stiffens and his jaw grows tight when the human youngling begins a slow march across the tree towards him, dragging her feet the whole way.

As she stumbles past Archie's bed, Lucia doesn't even seem to notice that her classmate's glasses are no longer discarded at the foot of it, but instead lay just beside his head, looking polished and brand new without a single crack marring the lenses. Why would she notice, after all, when her sights are set on the mountain of a man sitting in the entrance, his blue gaze tracking her vigilantly across the tree? Perhaps if she'd been even slightly more awake, her stomach might have churned at the thought of venturing closer to something so formidably colossal.

The tiny girl comes to a stop in the space between Ulthane's boots and she tips her heavy head back to peer up at him whilst he, in turn, stares down at her, the bushy eyebrows sitting on his forehead slowly raising with every second that ticks by.

Not for the first time, the Old one is completely lost for what to do.

He'd been prepared for the human younglings to avoid him altogether, not for one to approach him, alone, in the dead of night and without her guardian present.

Swallowing thickly, the maker flicks his eyes up to seek you out on the other side of the room and he momentarily considers making a loud noise or clearing his throat, something that might jar you awake so you can intercept the exhausted child currently yawning up at him. He's quick to scrap that idea, however, sharply reminding himself that he's a maker, for the love of Stone, and the Black Hammer to boot. He's faced down scores of undead, battled against invading, demonic armies! His hands have shaped cities and crafted weapons capable of cataclysmic destruction! He – Ulthane Black Hammer – has no reason to be so tense in the presence of -! 'Oh, maker's beard, she's trying to climb me.'

Apparently, following any lack of a rejection from the giant she'd so boldly approached, Lucia's childish mind has reasoned that it's safe to proceed. So, without a word, she ventures right up to the enormous chain dangling from his equally large, leather belt and, before he has the time to flinch at the prospect of a child getting so close, she reaches up and slips her hands around one of the chain loops and begins hauling herself up into the giant's lap.

The angle at which Ulthane is propped up against the tree works to Lucia's advantage and her hands and feet find easy purchase on the maker's intricately adorned apron, allowing her to crawl onto his stomach without much difficulty, proceeding onwards until she comes to a halt directly over his thundering heart.

Any breath that had once occupied Ulthane's lungs no longer exists as he wheezes it out, all pretence of bravado fleeing him whilst the little human makes herself comfortable upon his chest. Hands like fragile glass twist into his blue, striped cowl and tug it close, seeking comfort in the soft fabric and then, after parting her jaw around yet another yawn, Lucia plops herself down on her belly, head turned to the side so that Ulthane can see her eyes flutter closed.

Every rise and fall of the maker's chest seems far too violent a motion, prompting him to try to keep his breathing as shallow as possible, even though his lungs begin to burn with the effort and his throat bobs as he swallows a thick lump, tilting his chin to peer down his nose at the child.

All right.... All right, he can do this. He can be gentle. After all, he's been gentle with younglings before. Although come to think of it, maker younglings are far, far sturdier than humans. One glance at the girl's twig-thin arms and he clenches his jaw, his immeasurable nerve actually beginning to waver.

It's laughable really. The mighty Black Hammer's famous courage shaken by a tiny, little girl.

If his brother could see him now, he'd be bent double, howling with laughter.

Then again...

Ulthane's shoulders lose some of their tension and with the speed of a melting icicle, his forefinger creeps steadily towards the human.

….Thane has never had something so fragile laying beneath his palms. Thane has never had the terrifying responsibility of holding a body so breakable that just breathing in its direction seems like too much of a risk.

The pad of Ulthane's finger finally touches the child's spine, feather-light and hesitant to the point that he can barely feel her individual vertebrae beneath his toughened skin.

Maker's beard... She barely even covers the length of his palm... He holds his breath when she lets out a soft noise and shifts, curling her legs up tight against her stomach and pushing the curve of her spine a little more noticeably into Ulthane's touch, causing his heart to lurch in response. There's a tenderness to his frown as he hesitantly sweeps the pad of his forefinger down her flimsy shirt and finds himself momentarily exasperated that humans don't bother wearing any kind of armour. They aren't exactly fast enough to outrun their enemies. Nor are they especially strong. Their bones can shatter after a short fall and a single fracture in their spinal column could render them completely incapable of movement. Why, all it would take is a single slip of his finger and....

Shuddering, Ulthane withdraws his hand and lays it on his stomach, just below the girl's feet. In the museum, carrying the humans had been different. He hadn't exactly had much of a choice. Now though, with enough time to stop and think about all the ways a being of his size could unwittingly damage them, Ulthane is far more hesitant and his mind begins to race because suddenly, he has to be so, unfalteringly aware of himself, uncomfortably so.

In direct contrast to the maker's frenetic brain, Lucia isn't really thinking much about anything. All she knows is that she feels a lot safer now than she had in the bunkbed. No nightmare would dare to touch her here, not with the giant keeping watch. With this in mind, the girl lets out a last, lingering yawn before she buries her face in the blue fabric clutched between her fingers and finally drops back off to sleep.

Ulthane is so busy wondering what your reaction will be if you awaken to catch him like this that he doesn't even notice Lucia has fallen asleep on him until he sees her hands go slack around his cowl and her back starts to rise and fall at a much slower pace.

For countless hours – or perhaps it was only mere minutes – the maker watches his charge as she sleeps, every now and then casting his watchful eye over the rest of the group.

Lucia doesn't stir again, not even when Ulthane eventually plucks up the nerve to relax, leaning a little further back into the wood behind him. Not even when, a few minutes later, he curls one of his vast hands over her back whilst she continues to sleep, being beyond careful not to put any weight on her.

All of a sudden, just as he lets his head drop to rest against the bark, it hits him that this girl – this impossibly small, innocent human child might just have wordlessly admitted that she trusts him, and he very nearly shoots upright once more at the revelation.

Outside the tree, the first of Earth's birds begin to sing, hailing the sun as it brightens the eastern sky and while Ulthane's ear twitches at the sound, he doesn't tear his eyes from the girl curled up on his broad chest. Slowly, the maker's forehead wrinkles into a frown.

He doesn't deserve her trust. He doesn't deserve the trust of any human, not least that of those he's taken into his care. If they knew... If they ever found out about what he's done, who he's conspired with, then he would have that tenuous trust ripped away from him and replaced with cold, angry hatred. 'And that,' he tells himself with a solemn sort of acceptance, 'is something I do deserve.'

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It's with a grim and despondent weariness that your head eventually raises from the soft surface it lays upon. Unlike last night, awareness comes back to you in a rush, slapping you harshly across the face with the memory of where you are and what has happened to the world around you. The temptation to simply let your head fall back against the pillow is almost overpowering.

Almost.

Pressing your eyelids together, you take a moment to brace yourself before stretching your arms up over your head, jaw parting into a yawn.

Warm firelight greets you when you blink into the room, disoriented for a few seconds as you realise you're no longer sitting in the tree's entrance with a maker in front of you. In fact, it abruptly occurs to you that you're now laying down, a fact that causes you to give a start, struggling up onto trembling arms and pushing your face up off a scratchy, green pillow.

Glancing around, you deduce that at some point during the night, you must have been moved to the bedroll Ulthane had mentioned. Of course, you're fairly certain you haven't suddenly begun to sleepwalk, so you imagine that the culprit is none other than the maker himself. Blearily, you rove your gaze across the chamber towards the hollow that leads out into the main trunk. It doesn't take you long to spot him, and when you do, your heart leaps into your throat for a second before you manage to swallow it back down.

Ulthane is leant up against the wooden wall just inside the hollow with a restful smile on his face, but what draws your focus are his hands that are cupped gently over a familiar child. The unruly pair of jet-black buns poking out over the top of his thumb are unmistakably Lucia's.

Suddenly much more awake, you throw the ratty blanket off your legs and clamber upright.

In a flash, Ulthane's head jerks up and he feels his hackles raise, only relaxing once he realises it's just you shuffling over to him, the heel of your palm scrubbing at eyes still thick with sleep.

“Mornin',” he rumbles quietly, raking his gaze from your head to your feet.

A little self-conscious under his probing stare, you throw out an automatic reply of, “Good morning,” before drawing to a halt just beyond his boots, wringing your hands together and shooting anxious glances between him and your student. The maker must have been able to guess what you can't quite find the courage to voice because his ears droop and a crestfallen line appears between his eyebrows.

Guilt slugs you hard in the chest when you pick up on his hurt expression, so you force yourself to pry your hands apart and send him a tired, albeit hesitant smile, whispering, “What happened?”

It's a relief to see the maker's face soften at your question.

With a grin that's borderline sheepish, Ulthane removes one of his gargantuan hands to reveal Lucia curled up underneath it on his sternum, her comparatively miniscule fingers twisted into the fabric of his soft, blue cowl. The loss of her makeshift blanket causes the youngster to frown lightly and utter a sound of protest before she settles down again. You can't help but sag with noticeable relief upon seeing that she's unharmed and apparently very comfortable on her newfound bed.

Huffing out a soft laugh, Ulthane admits, “Think this littl'un might've had a bad dream... She rolled out of bed a couple o' hours ago and... Well.” He tips his bearded chin indicatively at the girl.

Sparing her an exasperated look, you shake your head and sigh, “Sorry about that, Ulthane. You should've woken me up so I could take her back to bed.”

The maker's shoulders move as if they're about to lift into a shrug, but he thinks better of it when Lucia emits another, quiet whine and buries her face into his scarf.

Flicking his eyes from the girl up to you again, he instead murmurs, “Didn't want to disturb you. You looked like you needed the rest.” His broad mouth tilts up in one corner and he drops his gaze to Lucia, eyes crinkling fondly at their edges. “'Sides, she weren't exactly any trouble.” He decides to leave out the part where she'd clambered into his lap and almost gave him a heart attack.

“Huh...” you muse thoughtfully, sparing the maker an appraising look, “Guess she must trust you after all.”

Ulthane's smile falters for a second and his ears seem to wilt, you assume due to disbelief. You have no idea that your words only twist at the barbed-wire coiled around his heart as he's once again reminded that he's just one confession away from being a monster in all of your eyes.  

Be it from the rumble of his chest underneath her ear or the tug of his cowl as the giant lifts his head to look at you, but Lucia abruptly shifts, stretching her legs out and pushing sleepily on his sternum to raise her torso from the unconventional bed.

There's something considerably amusing about a nine tonne giant bristling with apprehension as a child no larger than his finger lifts her head and blinks tiredly up at his looming face. You can hardly fault her when she lets out a yelp and lurches backwards onto her knees, startled by the enormous man peering back down at her. However, in doing so, she begins to topple over at the awkward angle and would have fallen down the length of Ulthane's chest had he not flipped his hand over with surprising speed to catch her in his palm. She lands against him with a soft yelp and scrabbles at his calloused skin for a moment, trying to take stock of her situation.

“Sorry there, lass,” the maker chuckles, though his nostrils are flared, betraying his prior alarm, “S'pose I'm not what you were expectin' to see first thing in the mornin', eh?”

After taking a couple of large, gulping breaths, some colour begins to return to the girl's cheeks and her eyes land on Ulthane's hesitant grin.

Instantly, her face lights up with recognition.

“Heracles?” she croaks, scrubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

The maker's tusks flash in the dim light as he huffs out a warm laugh.

“It's Ulthane, Lucia,” you remind her gently and the girl mumbles a quick, 'oh yeah,' in response, stretching her arms up and yawning widely.

“Miss?” a croaking voice pipes up from the bunk beds behind you. Turning about, you see Archie - roused by the commotion - tugging his legs out of the blanket and swinging them over the edge of the bed, his bare feet hardly brushing the wooden floor, he's so small. He's staring over at your group, mellow eyes wide behind his glasses.

With your brain still partially addled by sleep, it takes you a few seconds to recognise the change.

“Archie!” you blurt out louder than you'd intended to, pulling several other groggy children from their slumber, “Your glasses!”

As the boy peers over at you, you're startled to notice that there's an unmistakable lack of any break or crack in the lenses of his spectacles, a fact that seems to have shocked him as much as it shocks you. For a second, you wonder if you'd merely imagined that they were broken. You were, after all, almost falling asleep on your feet yesterday.

But then, Archie presses a few fingers daintily to the frames around his eyes and says in a small voice, “They were broken last night...”

Keeping his attention focused stubbornly on Lucia, Ulthane leans forward and deposits her on the ground next to you with the level of care and concentration one might use to set down a crystalline figurine. His slow, deliberate movements catch your attention and you tear your eyes off Archie to shoot the maker a thoughtful hum, brows slowly knitting together across your forehead when he fails to meet your gaze and instead fiddles absentmindedly with the golden buckle on his belt. Suspicious, you're about to ask him if he knows anything about the impossible circumstances of Archie's glasses when Lucia promptly reaches up and snags the sleeve of your jumper, giving it a tug and declaring that she's hungry.

Ulthane must have been relieved at the distraction because moments later, he plants his boots on the ground and heaves himself to his feet. “Hungry? Well, we can't be havin' that, now can we?” he barks, bunching up his shoulders until there's a loud and satisfying 'crack!' that causes you to wince.

Seeing the maker at his proper height sends Archie stumbling backwards until his calves hit the bunkbed's wooden frame and the resulting thud pulls Kitty's head unwillingly from her pillow.

“Ungh, dad?” the girl moans, rubbing the dust from her eyes and looking out over the edge of the bunk bed, only to let out a strangled gasp at the sight of the bearded giant looming over you.

“It's all right!” you hurriedly say as Sam and Ashleigh also flick their nervous gazes between you and the maker, “It's just Ulthane, remember? He helped us yesterday.”

The initial confusion that always follows sleep begins to dissipate, recognition instead taking its place, at least on the faces of Ashleigh and Sam. Kitty, in the meantime, adopts a scowl and stubbornly remains in her bed, even as all the other children hesitantly start to venture closer to the giant.

“Miss,” Lucia complains, pulling at your sleeve again, “I'm still hungry.”

It's a surreal thing, you ponder quietly to yourself, that the end of the world has come to pass, and yet here you are, worrying about what the children are going to eat for breakfast.

For a few, selfish seconds, you're struck by just how unfair it all seems.

'What about what I want?' You scowl down at your shoes. 'Maybe I don't want to get up and eat and tell them that everything's gonna be okay when I know that it isn't! Maybe – maybe I'd like a few, goddamn minutes to grieve! Instead of putting on a stupid smile and a brave face and... and-...'

Small, weedy fingers slip into your other hand and just like that, the agitation is sapped from you.

You know without even having to look that Archie is standing by your side with his watery, blue gaze fixed nervously on the side of your face, seeking instruction and reassurance in a world that no longer has any rules. Exhaling softly, you deflate and lift your eyes to find Ulthane watching you closely from the entrance. When he catches your gaze, you think you see his lips twitch, like he's trying to give you a smile but his heart isn't quite in it.

Eyebrows pinched, ears drooping - He looks... sad, you realise.

The expression is fleeting however, and it vanishes the moment you blink.

Dragging your eyes off the maker, you look down at Lucia and Archie and force a smile onto your face. “Okay, let's go. Kitty, come on, we're going to eat now!-” Turning, you beckon for the last child to follow, yet all she does is cross her arms and glare down at you, bottom lip stuck out in a pout.

“I want my dad,” she suddenly declares, and it takes a lot of effort on your part not to sigh. Gathering yourself, you school your expression out of the grimace it's collapsed into and reply, “I'm afraid he's... he's not here, kiddo.”

“What about my mummy and papá?” This question comes from Lucia, but when you open your mouth to respond to her, you find yourself interrupted by yet another question from Ashleigh, spoken far more softly than the others. “Do our parents even know where we are?”

The rooms falls silent again and a sort of hopelessness snatches the air from your lungs, leaving you feeling trapped and utterly, wholly useless. What are you supposed to tell these children? That the chances of finding any of their parents alive is astronomically small? That their mothers and fathers are, more likely than not, dead? Torn apart by demons? That they may never see their families again?

You wonder what the maker would do, if he were in your stead. You're dying to ask him, but a quick glance at his stoic face reveals no insight. Perhaps you'd be disappointed to know that Ulthane is silently referring to your judgement, unwilling to offer an answer to the difficult question simply because he, like you, hasn't the first idea of what the 'correct' response is. Should the children know the truth when they're still so young and unequipped to deal with the sort of tragedy truth inflicts? Or should they be protected from it, given hope that the following days are worth waiting for?  

Shit... He wants to take the decision out of your hands when he catches a scent of the frustration and terror that pours out of you. The silence has begun to stretch out for so long, he wracks his brains for something to fill it. Luckily for him, you take a deep breath, letting the air fill you up entirely until your lungs start to hurt and you can't fit any more in. Then, after a beat, you exhale it all roughly and clap your hands, cheerfully saying, “Look. Why don't you guys come and have some breakfast and let me sort out finding your parents, okay? I'm... sure if Ulthane and I put our heads together, we can work out a way to let them know where you are.”

Thankfully, your words take immediate effect, perking the children up a bit and putting a relieved smile on most of their faces, though you do notice that Archie, by contrast, has his head tipped towards the ground and his hand tightens around yours. Without seeing the look of panic that flashes through his eyes however, you assume he's put at ease, like the others. A plan of action – even one that's been made up on the spot - is just what they all need hear right now.

A quick glance up at the maker reveals that he isn't nearly as optimistic about your plan as the kids seem to be. However, when they turn to stare questioningly up at him, the giant's face takes on a self-assured grin, one far more authentic than you imagine yours to be.

“Aye, don't you worry littl'uns. Old Ulthane and your teacher'll suss it out.” When he turns away to face the hollow, you catch a brief glimpse of his smile as it falls to something dour, yet his voice retains its chipper tone. “C'mon then, best get some food in you, eh?”

You decide to ask Kitty one more time if she'll come down from her bunk, but again, the young girl just shakes her head and casts a mistrustful glare at the back of Ulthane's head. In the end, you just shrug and concede.

“Okay,” you tell her, starting after the giant, “I'll bring you something to eat in a bit.”

She doesn't reply.

The rest of the children are quiet as they huddle at your back and follow you tentatively out of the sleeping area, lead by an ever-watchful maker, who continues to cast backwards glances over his burly shoulder at you and the kids, as if he thinks you could disappear without any warning if he so much as takes his eyes off you.

Archie's hand remains firmly clamped around yours all the way across the wooden bridge and down into the tree's vast inner chamber.

Once you spill out onto flat, solid ground again, you allow your eyes to wander up to the top of the trunk, where a large crack has split right across the toughened wood, through which shafts of sunlight drift lazily down into the room and dapple the floor with patches of warmth.

Dimly, you realise it must be late morning.

Through the hole in the makeshift ceiling, you can distinctly hear the sound of leaves hissing and whispering like voices in the wind. But above that, you can make out something else. Whistling. High and pretty and tuneful.

“Birds...” you whisper, sporting an incredulous little smile, unaware of Ulthane's gaze drinking in the sunlight that glints off your hair.

What had once seemed such a mundane occurrence nearly reduces you to tears on the spot.

The birds are still here, chirping away amongst the colossal branches high above you. They survived. Just like you and the children have survived.

Deep in the depths of your heart, deeper than the blood and the cells, a tiny ember of hope flickers to life.

'Maybe,' you tell yourself, 'the world isn't as dead as it seems.'

Meanwhile, behind you, the children are busy making their own discoveries.

Lucia's bottomless supply of curiosity must have won out over her trepidation, for she's the first to venture away from the safety of your leg and take several, tentative steps out into the room, her eyes roving to and fro until they're little more than a blur.

The sound of approaching footsteps pulls your attention away from the ceiling and you jerk backwards as a large, wooden crate is promptly dropped at your side by an eager Elanya.

“Mornin' humans!” she calls down to you, startling the children and earning a subtle growl from Ulthane which she expertly ignores, “Got you some good eats in 'ere!”

With a hand held over your racing heart, you give the young maker a tight-lipped smile and reply, “Good morning to you too. Kids, this kind lady has brought us something to eat, what do we say?”

Ulthane's eyebrows raise in amusement when there's a shy, stuttered chorus of 'thank you's' from the children. Elanya meanwhile, is positively beaming.

“Ha! 'Lady,” she echoes, flicking one of her blonde plaits over a shoulder and bending down to the crate, taking the lid between her hands before pausing to glance up at you. “Don't think flattery will make me forget what we're doin' later, missus,” she warns playfully, keeping her eyes locked on your hands even as she gives the crate's lid a single yank, tearing it free of the nails keeping it in place. Admittedly, you have to admire her persistence.

“My hands are fine,” you tell her as she tosses the lid aside and dusts off her gloves, “They stopped bleeding last night.”

Unconvinced, the maker cocks her hip and squints down at you. “Doesn't mean they won't still need seein' to.”

“S'probably for the best, lass,” Ulthane mutters to you, wincing at the look of betrayal you toss him, “Can't have you hurtin' if we can do somethin' about it.”

“Well, what about your arm?” The maker narrows his eyes but you don't falter, refusing to be the sole person on the receiving end of Elanya's doting. “You said you'd let her look at it if I let her see my hands.”

Quick as a flash, Elanya's amber eyes dart from you to her fellow maker. “Arm? What happened to your arm?” she barks.

“Oh. I – er -”

Try as he might to twist himself sideways and hide his injury, the youngling's sharp gaze finds its target and she lets a hiss slip out of her mouth. “Maker's beard! That's a doozie!”

There's something highly entertaining in the way Ulthane shrinks back as she marches over to him and grabs his arm, but as much as you'd like to continue watching him utter halfhearted complaints and try to escape her grasp, you decide to use the distraction to address the hungry children behind you.

Every mouth is watering like broken faucets at the sight of a crate full of food, yet none of them have made a move towards it, instead dragging their hopeful gazes back and forth between you and the wooden box. You have to admit, you're impressed with their self-restraint.

All of a sudden, before you can open your mouth to tell them to go ahead and dig in, a hulking shadow falls across the tree's entrance and when you lift your gaze towards it, you see the third maker trudging heavily inside.

As soon as he spots the children staring back at him through wide, frightened eyes, Yarin stops dead in his tracks, every muscle in his massive body turning rigid.

“Er...” Perplexed, he roves his eyes up to you and blinks, surprised to see you standing behind the younglings for a change, not in front of them.

In the span of seconds, the air inside the tree grows thick with disquiet and you're convinced that at least some of the kids are about to turn tail and dive behind you in search of protection.

It's Elanya's voice that ends up cutting through the uneasy tension.

“Yarin!” she exclaims, gesturing towards the children, “Just in time'! Mind keepin' an eye on the bairns while I see to these accident-prone ninnies?”

No sooner does the suggestion leave her lips than your heart drops down into your shoes faster than a stone sinks in a puddle and you begin moving towards the kids, noting that some of their faces have gone pale.

“Uh, I – I don't think-” you start, only to be cut off by a heavy but gentle hand falling upon your shoulder, almost throwing you off balance despite the care with which it's placed there. Glancing backwards, you find yourself peering up the length of Ulthane's muscular arm and meeting his powder-blue eyes.

Sensing your obvious hesitance, the maker offers you his trademark grin. “They'll be okay, bonnie,” he rumbles quietly, “Yarin'd sooner pull his own teeth out than let anythin' happen to those littl'uns.”

Biting your lip, you swivel your head around to look at the strange maker again. Ulthane you've started to trust and Elanya is slowly but surely endearing herself to you. Yarin, however, is a complete unknown. You've hardly heard him say two words and so far, you've found he's been the most difficult maker to get a bead on.

Shaking your head, you briefly resist against Ulthane's hand as he tries to pull you towards the spot where Elanya stands waiting, a wet cloth dangling from her fingers.

“I don't know...” you mutter even as the Old one succeeds in half steering, half dragging you across the tree and parking you in front of the younger maker, who bends onto her knees and slowly reaches out for you.

“You're not goin' any further from 'em than here,” Ulthane continues to murmur reassurances as he leans against the stone structure, observing Elanya's hands with rapt attention, ready to reprimand her if she becomes too rough.

You're so focused on Yarin as he cautiously settles himself next to the crate that you jump when large, warm fingers slide underneath your hands and lift them into the air and you very nearly end up pulling away, but two thumbs pressed gently against your palms keep you in place.

Whipping your head around yet again, you come face to face with Elanya's sunny grin and find that she's the one with her hands cupped oh-so carefully under yours. She almost seems mesmerised as she strokes the pads of her fingers along your delicate wrists, only catching herself once Ulthane very deliberately clears his throat, causing her to give a start and lean over to inspect the dried wounds on your palms more closely, tutting at the Old one's possessiveness.

“You don't have to worry about Yarin, you know” the youngling says matter of factly. Briefly, her gaze flicks up to your face before returning to your hands once more and she adds, “Aye, he looks like the sort of brute who'd eat humans up for breakfast, but between you and me?-” Pausing, she squeezes one eye into a wink and lowers her voice, whispering, “- he's a ruddy great softie, he is.”

As if to prove her point, she raises her chin and smiles fondly over your head and after following her gaze, you actually let a chary little bubble of laughter burst from your mouth at the sight before you.

Surprisingly, it's Ashleigh who appears to have approached the moustached behemoth first. She stands in front of his crossed legs, kneading her fingers into her bright, yellow dress as Yarin scoops something out of the crate and slowly holds his hand out towards her with a small sandwich packet sitting in the centre of his comparatively gargantuan palm, looking thoroughly lost.

It takes a couple of tense seconds, but gradually, the girl begins to inch forwards and pries her fingers away from the fabric of her dress, all the while staring up at the maker warily.

However, when he doesn't suddenly spring forwards and snatch her up, she grows a little bolder and stretches out over his fingers until she can reach the sandwich. Then, with the hesitancy of a doe, Ashleigh draws the precious food close to her chest and even from halfway across the tree, you can hear her meekly say, “Thank you,” giving Yarin one of her rare and peaceable smiles for good measure.

Behind you, Ulthane lets out a chuckle as his fellow maker's ears prick forwards happily and his cheeks are stretched by a beaming grin, as though the young human had just handed him the sun itself.

“Well, would you look at that,” Elanya murmurs, gently dabbing at your palms with the wet cloth, “I've nae seen him smile that wide since Dagny was born.”

Suppressing a wince from her ministrations, you raise an eyebrow and ask, “Who's Dagny?”

The blonde maker hesitates, her mouth hanging open as though she's only just realised what she's let slip and now has to decide whether or not it's her place to say more. In the end however, she resumes cleaning the dried blood off your palms and slowly mutters, “She was... Yarin's bairn.”

“Yarin... has a daughter?” you breathe, looking back at the brawny giant with newfound curiosity.

To your rear, unseen, Ulthane's eyes slip closed and he bows his head, exhaling a regretful sigh that escapes his lips in the form of a single word. “Had...”

You don't ask him to elaborate. 

“I’m... christ. I’m so sorry,” you croak to the makers behind you instead, regarding Yarin with a little less caution and far more sympathy, “I never even considered...” Ashamed, you trail off at the realisation that all this time, you haven’t really given any thought to the idea that these large and incredible beings might also have families, just the same as humans do. You find yourself humbled by this new piece of knowledge and make a private vow to offer Yarin an apology for the way you’ve been staring at him, as though he were a threat to the kids. 

Observing him now as he sits with his shoulders hunched and his head tucked in to make himself appear smaller for the sake of easing the children’s nerves, you berate yourself for being so quick to judge.