#And not even trying to investage my death

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It's fascinating to me (Jace, find another way to open your posts challenge FAILED 😜😜😜) that it's generally accepted within the fandom that Jason would be mollified, in some degree, if he had all the facts. And I mean, I agree that he would have gone with a completely different plan of action upon establishing himself as Red Hood.

However.

It's foolish to think that Jason would all of a sudden not be angry at Bruce and the rest of the Bats if he knew that Bruce rly wanted to kill Joker. Or that Superman was the one to stop him (because it would cause an international incident (because Joker got himself elected the UN advisor/diplomat to Iran*)). Or that Tim rly didn't want to be Robin, but *somebody* had to set up to the plate. Because Bruce, a grown ass fucking adult, couldn't find a healthy outlet for his grief. Or the years upon years of victim blaming.

The Bats are rly lucky that Jason either didn't know or didn't believe any of that shit (read - that wasn't the story that Judd Winnick n co wanted to tell), because someone with the caliber of training he just received from Talia?! They never would have seen it coming.

You think it was bad that he put a bomb under the Batmobile?! Oh sweetie, that was him being rash. You think the guy who created a 12 step plan to take over the Gotham underworld at 17 wouldn't be able to come up with a way to assassinate every single one of the Bats?!

Get real.

*This would actually be a rly smart call back to Bruce's non-action in the Felipe Garzonas case (which set off the events that led to Jason's death) if it was intentional and not a lazy Gotcha

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Character questions for Rashmav this time!

10. If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how?

13. Who is the closest person to your character?

33. What are three positive traits that your character has?

I hadn't reblogged it yet, but there are still very much appreciated! Thank you, Dujour! Especially for the chance to talk about my boy.

10. If your character is an antagonist or something of the like, do they self-justify their actions? If so, how?

Rashmav is fundamentally a very twisted man who has decided to channel his natural instincts in a productive and (mostly) moral manner. He is, at the end of the day, doing his job because he enjoys manipulating, doing social networking, tricking others into doing his bidding. He takes great pleasure in ellaborate plans and mindgames, especially when they work exactly the way he wants.

For a Rashmav who remains fundamentally the same and hence fully believes himself in the right, he is doing what he considers the right thing (even if his methods are always a bit questionable). Rashmav would absolutely self-justify in this case and, in fact, thoroughly argue his case. He is absolutely that kind of antagonist who monologues trying to convince the "protagonist" of his cause and the necessity of his actions.

He would be probably rather convincing too, as he both truly believes his words and is skilled at persuasion (and blackmail if persuasion fails. And torture).

He isn't prideful, however, so if you provide information to prove him wrong he can be reasoned with. As long as you don't ask him to step away from the fun, of course. That won't do.

13. Who is the closest person to your character?

One of his adventuring companions, sadly deceased.

To give a bit of background, he was a catfolk cavalier (I can't remember the archetype) and the only survivor of the betrayal and murder of his Lord and everyone loyal to him in the castle. Our Cavalier friend then proceeded to investage and create a list with all the people who betrayed his Lord that day with the goal to make them all face justice (preferably death at his hand). The death of his Lord ended up linked to the campaign's main plot, which means he had to add a lot of names to that list!

The twist, which none of the other party members knew? The last person on that list... was himself. He considered his failure a betrayal in itself, and kept this fact secret to everyone.

In terms of their friendship, they met by chance on the road once but what made them companions was a task given by Rashmav's Lord. He wanted Rashmav to bring to justice a highly corrupt Ifrit Bard that was plotting in one of the regions, explicitly not killing her until she was outed for her true nature and had lost all power. Also to gather as much information as possible of who else was involved in her machinations.

This woman happened to be one of the Cavalier's targets, so Rashmav intentionally approached him to form an alliance.

They were both the most level-headed people in the party and worked often in the same wavelength, compensating for each other's weaknesses. They made really fast friends, and would often drink tea together when the adventuring calmed down.

His suicide was an horrible blow, and Rashmav regrets deeply never asking further for his plans after his revenge was over. He grieves his lost friend, and is very much protective of the Cavalier's Lord's daughter, who they helped recover her territory later in the campaign. He loves his job, but he takes special pleasure on doing it when it also helps a friend.

He is also very close to one of his sisters, who uses his adventures as inspiration for her own novels.

33. What are three positive traits that your character has?

He is terribly loyal, once you manage to win his trust. It is admittedly a hard endeavor, but the few people who win him over enjoy an enduring friendship with someone who won't even ignore their plight. He will go to the end of the world if it's to help a friend in need.

He is modest... to a fault. As in, to the point it's honestly a bit pathological. He doesn't perceive all his power and influence (which is significant by the end of the campaign) as his own... it's an extension of his Lord's and he just a piece that does the dirty, sort of illegal job. His utter lack of ambition is often disconcerting to others, but it also makes it hard to corrupt him.

He is hardworking. It really doesn't matter how much work he has to put into things, the days he has to spend doing small talk, attending parties or reading through documents. Once he sets a goal for himself, he'll do almost anything no matter how much effort it takes, for it. Admittedly, he loves his job and most parts of it are fun to him, so that helps a lot.

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Another quick Kastle short while I am quarantining.

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Frank found himself beat to hell and tied to a chair, his most recent war had some unseen players that broadsided him. It was unusual for him to be caught unawares but shit happens and here he sat. His face was throbbing and he was pretty sure he had at least one busted rib but he wasn't overly concerned yet. So far, the man who claimed to be the head of this mess had just talked. Endlessly. About his 'empire' and how stupid 'the Punisher' was to have interfered.

Frank hadn't said a word since he woke up, which by his estimation was several hours ago, mostly just looking unimpressed and annoyed, sizing up the room for when he made his move. He was brought out of his contemplation when they set a laptop in front of him on a small table, the screen black. He raised an eyebrow at the man before saying, "First time I've had a complementary movie, very considerate of ya." His voice was rough with disuse and he punctuated it by spitting some blood from his mouth.

The man, Marcetti, that's what he'd said his name was, gave a low chuckle before having a henchman turn the screen on. It only took Frank a second to recognize what he was looking at and suddenly all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears.

Karen's apartment. He knew from the angle that the camera had to be in the bookshelf and he wracked his brain, trying to think of when they could have had a chance to plant a camera in her place. Or how they knew she was connected to him, he had been so careful with his Karen Page related indulgence.

Frank didn't say anything but the look he turned on the mob boss had the man taking an involuntary step back. Marcetti recovered quickly though, arrogance lacing his tone, "Are you surprised? Didn't think we would know that the Punisher has a soft spot for tall blonde legal assistants?"

An irrational part of Frank's brain wanted to correct him, she's a P.I., freelance investagative reporter and so much fucking more you piece of shit, but he knew that would only confirm to the man that he had struck a chord. So he ignored him, facing back to the screen and fast tracking his plan to get out of here so he could clear her apartment before she got back. He desperately hoped that she had made plans with Nelson or even Murdock and wouldn't be returning to her apartment any time soon.

His heart sank in his chest when he saw her come into view, carrying a clothes basket. Everything slowed down in that moment and details stood out in striking clarity as fear gripped him. She was wearing that tank top he liked, the one made of soft material that showed off the perfect shape of her breasts. It was shorter in the front so when she stood he could just see her belly button and a strip of taut pale skin on her abdomen. It was loose and flowy, granting him easy access to aforementioned breasts. She had on yoga pants, her favorite pair, and her hair was braided as it often was when she was cleaning the apartment. Karen settled on to the couch to start sorting laundry, he saw her haphazardly throwing her socks together before she came upon a pair of his. His heart ached as he saw her roll them the way he did on the occasion he was there to help with domestic tasks.

Frank's world sped back into focus as Marcetti clicked his tongue appreciatively, "My, my, you do have good taste Mr. Castle. She is lovely. I'm glad I ordered them to bring her here, I think she will be great fun to keep around once you are dead." Frank's whole body jerked towards the man involuntarily. The mob boss flinched trying to hide it by motioning for a lackey to land a few punches to Frank's snarling face. His eyes returned to Marchetti after every blow, unyielding.

"You put your hands on her and I will make sure you die as slowly and painfully as possible." His voice was low and full of promise.

"You aren't really in any position for threats. So just sit back and enjoy." His smile made Frank want to make the man swallow his own teeth. He was about to tell him as much when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Karen tense up and turn to the direction of her front door. A second later she was on her feet with the coffee table between her and two men.

Frank's breathing was labored as he watched them slowly approach her. Dread, panic and guilt churned in his chest, he was going to have to watch someone else he loved die, once again not being able to do a goddamn thing about it. When the first blow landed on her face he let out a bellowing yell that had everyone in the room step back. Frank pulled on his restraints, fighting to get his emotions under control. He had to get out of here, now, he may still be able to get there in time.

He froze though, when he saw Karen lash out with a vicious kick to the side of one of the mens' knees, collapsing it sideways. The other grabbed her by the hair but she instantly dropped to the ground causing him to lurch forward which brought him in range for her to snap her head back into his nose. As he clutched at his bloodied face, Karen stood quickly, swaying slightly, Frank was sure that the blow to the back of her head was disorienting. In a matter of seconds she had her .380 in her hand steadily staring the man down.

Pride swelled in Frank's chest, his panic ebbing only slightly, as he watched her beautiful mouth giving the man hell. Her hands were steady and her form was perfect. If he wasn't so terrified for her safety, Frank would be incredibly turned on. He knew she was telling her assailant to get on the ground, she would shoot if she had to but she would avoid it if she could. When the man lunged for her, she squeezed the trigger, two to the chest. The man who's knee had been collapsed managed to get to his feet, taking a swipe at her while she was distracted. It was his last mistake because she turned and put two bullets in him as well.

Frank heard the men cursing around him and he gave a small laugh, despite himself. People were always underestimating his girl. On the screen, he saw Karen process for a moment, his heart giving a lurch when he saw her cover her mouth and let out a sob. But then she was moving, grabbing her bag and a jacket and heading in the direction of the door, no doubt headed to the safe house, just as they planned for situations like this.

He forced his face into a smug mask, turning from the screen to meet the eyes of his captor. The man was seething, still staring at the screen where two of his men lay dead. When Marcetti did turn his eyes back to Frank he snapped his fingers at two men to his right, they instantly stepped forward, "Go find that bitch. Do what you have to, just get her here, alive." He waved them off sharply before kicking the small table and laptop out of the way to stand in front of Frank. It was just him and two other men in the room with Frank now.

Frank shook his head slowly, a corner of his mouth tipping up smugly, "You probably should have done more research on her. I mean, it's really never good to underestimate a woman, especially not one with such good aim." He forced his voice to stay even in the hopes it would further rile Marcetti. He was half sick with worry, at the very best Karen was going to be frantic when she couldn't get a hold of him, at worst she could be attacked again. So he needed his captor to make a mistake soon.

Thankfully it only took another minute. Marcetti stepped right in front of him bending to speak right into Frank's face. Perfect. Before he could get a word out Frank headbutted him as hard as he could in the face. Frank had taken a lot of blows to the head so he only saw stars for a split second, recovering much faster than his victim. Taking a page out of Karen's book he lashed out with a powerful kick to the man's knee, collapsing it backwards. There was a flurry of movement at that point, the two remaining men hurrying to pull their boss back out of reach. It was enough time to allow him to finish slipping the zip ties around his wrist completely off.

When one of the lackeys pulled back to punch him, Frank was ready, quickly breaking his arm and taking the firearm at his waist. The man was dead before he hit the ground, the second guard had barely gotten his hand to his waist before he was also felled by a headshot. Frank rolled his shoulders, ignoring the twinge in his side, checking the magazine in the stolen gun. Four bullets left.

Marcetti had started to crawl away but Frank kicked him over onto his back, promptly putting a bullet in the remaining good knee. He let him scream for a second before Frank put another in his right shoulder and another in his left shoulder. Stepping over the prone man, Frank leaned down, grabbing him roughly by the jaw, forcing him to stop screaming.

Frank let all of the pent up rage show on his face for the first time since he saw Karen disappear from the camera feed. His voice was deadly quiet when he started to speak, "You're lucky, that she got away," he shook the man's face as his weeping got louder, "Shut up. Like I was saying, you're lucky she got away because now I don't have time to make this as painful as I wanted. You really shouldn't have messed with my girl, asshole."

Frank stood to his full height, giving Marcetti a second to start begging before putting the last bullet in his head. The beast in Frank wanted to make him suffer. He could have spent hours dragging out the man's death for bringing Karen into it but he had to make sure she was okay. She was his priority now.

Grabbing the gun off of the second man he shot he held it at the ready as he moved through the building. Thankfully it was abandoned and he only had one more person to shoot before he was clear of the building and striding as quickly as he could towards a main road. He wasn't sure where he was so the likelihood of him being anywhere near where he left his van was slim to none.

Luckily his captors had not stolen the money in his pocket so he was able to hail a cab to get him within a couple of blocks of the designated safehouse. Thank God for NYC cabbies, there wasn't a word or even a backwards glance as Frank climbed in, beat to shit and covered mostly in his own blood.

He was planning as he stepped out of the cab, where to go next if he didn't find Karen in the safehouse? Maybe she would have gone to Murdock's place. If she hadn't, maybe Murdock could help him locate her faster. His busted rib was giving him hell for the pace he was setting but he needed to know she was safe.

It seemed like an eternity but Frank finally came to a halt in front of a rusted door at the back of an apparent abandoned warehouse. He had been watching his surroundings and didn't have a tail so he punched in the code to the door, sliding in quickly. Out of precaution he had a gun ready in his hand before calling out, "Karen? It's me."

For a moment he didn't hear anything and his heart began to sink in his chest. Then he heard the subtle click of a safety being clicked into place and she was rounding the corner that served as a makeshift kitchen. He was lightheaded with the relief that flooded him, she was here, she was safe.

Before he could process more she was right in front of him, her slender hands on either side of his jaw as she looked him up and down, "Frank what happened? Are you okay?" Her hands were roaming over him, searching for injury, "I tried calling you a dozen times and you didn't pick up, I didn't know where you were. These men...they.." She let out a hiccoughing sob that had him instantly pulling her to his chest, murmuring comforting words into her hair. She recovered quickly though, wiping the tears away harshly and pulling him towards the first aid kit.

"Are you okay, you're not hurt anywhere are you?" This time he was the one running hands over her, voice rough, eyes resting on the bruise that was blossoming on her cheek.

"No, no I'm fine." She rested her hand over his on her cheek before steering him to sit down. Frank closed his eyes as she ran a cool cloth over his face, wiping away the blood. Her voice was quiet as she worked. "How did you know I was here?"

His eyes opened quickly, rage and panic suddenly burning hotly through him again, remembering watching the men attack her, remembering his own helplessness to stop it. Without thinking Frank brought his hands up to cradle her face, to reassure himself that she was here, that he wouldn't wake up to find she had been taken from him too.

As if she could sense his rising panic, which she probably could, he could never hide anything from her, Karen wrapped her hands around his wrists and gave them a reassuring squeeze. She pressed a soft kiss into his palm before she continued to slowly wipe the blood from his face. She knew he would answer when he was ready.

Frank grounded himself by watching her eyes as she worked. Every once in a while her clear blue gaze would meet his and he would see them crinkle reassuringly at the edges before she focused on her task again.

Finally, when he felt most of the remaining adrenaline drain out of him, he spoke slowly, his voice full of gravel, "This last mission, I almost had them all wiped out but I missed something and they blindsided me. I woke up and they had me tied to a chair, giving me the usual bad guy speech, ya know?" She gave an amused huff but he saw the worry creep into her visage as she cleaned out a gash she found in his scalp.

"They pulled out a computer that had a live feed to a camera into your living room."

Karen froze, meeting his eyes quickly, "You saw them attack me." It wasn't a question, she was always one step ahead of him it seemed.

Frank gave a slow nod, feeling sick as he remembered watching the men advance on her. How she almost died because of him. Again. He attempted to shutter his expression, he needed to create distance between them, he had to push her away. He knew that this would happen and yet he kept selfishly pushing himself into her life. He was going to get her killed. He-

He let out a growling curse as Karen abruptly and none too gently pressed gauze covered in alcohol to the cut in his scalp. His gaze returned to hers sharply and she was waiting for it because her expression was defiant.

"I already know everything you are thinking Frank and we've been through all of it before. You're not pushing me away, I'm not going anywhere and so help me God if you even THINK about telling me 'I'm not safe' or 'I'm not good for you Karen' I will beat you within an inch of your life. Do you understand me Castle? Yes, people came after me. Yes, they did it to get to you. But they didn't get me, I got them."

Her voice was strong but he felt the small tremor in her fingers as she began applying the butterfly sutures to his head. Gently, he grabbed her hand, pulling it down to press a lingering kiss to her knuckles before he replied, "I know you can handle yourself, I've seen you do it more than once and I was damn proud of what you did today. But Karen," he leaned down to catch her eye again when she looked away, "You shouldn't have to. You're good. I'm tainting your life, forcing you to make decisions you shouldn't have to make."

She stared at him for a moment before slowly shaking her head, like she thought he was incredibly dense, before she stepped in to stand between his knees. Her hands came to rest on either side of his strong jaw as she tilted his head up to look at her. Slowly she lowered her head and gave him a soft lingering kiss, one that made his chest swell and his arms ache to wrap around her. A kiss that made him realize just how foolish it was of him to think he could walk away now, after she was so deeply a part of him.

After another slow press of her lips, this time to his forehead she spoke softly but with all the authority of the goddess she was, her words full of steel, "I would make that decision over and over again if it meant I got to keep you in my life. We're a unit now Frank. We deal with things together. I don't always agree with the wars you wage but I will always be there once you are done fighting them. I'm not going anywhere. I'll tell you as many times as you need to hear it."

Frank stared up at her, both wanting to take her to the bed in the back and show her with his hands and mouth how much he worships her and wanting to shake her until she sees sense and runs in the opposite direction as him. Though the latter would tear him to pieces.

He settled for a happy medium, once he was patched up, he had Micro set up focused surveillance on this safehouse and then called in a favor to have the two bodies removed from Karen's apartment as discreetly as possible before settling them both into bed and tucking her securely against his chest. She was out almost instantly, her fingers securely wrapped around his as she slept.

Frank was a monster, he killed people, deserving people, but it was killing nonetheless. He constantly made Karen worry and he most certainly didn't deserve her love. But as he watched her sleeping in his arms, her blatant trust and care for him evident in the way she gripped his hand, he realized he was also a man. A man that needed Karen Page as much as the Punisher needed his war. He pressed a kiss to the back of her head, drifting off as well. Maybe one day he will be strong enough to push Karen Page out of his life for her own protection...but he doubted it.

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Is Roca dead? If so, how and why? She seemed so nice and a wonderful mother.

Oh boy this is kind of a long story so be patient with me

Roca as we know was the leader of a clan of shape shifters the shadow clan she had a husband and a son but what was her life before this?

Roca was originally a normal shape shifter she lived with many other shape shifter under one clan just known as shifters The clan was peaceful and was known to the outside world as a fare and just people with many gifts some shape shifters even left the clans to join regular society and some became heroes but also villains

But there was trouble brewing in this clan as other shape shifters thought they were better than others these people formed groups and would attack anyone who disagreed with them this led to many deaths in the clan and had started riots and even more groups to pop up and attack now which group started all this mess you may ask well it was none other than the earth clan or as they were known at the time the green lotus

Soon the riots and groups soon turned into a war and the clan was separated into four groups the earth clan the shadow clan the fire clan and the air clan

Before the war had started Roca was very good friends with the soon to be leaders of the clans one of them the leader of the earth clan alani was madly in love with Roca but Roca never felt the same way about her and when Roca married Tirich this left Alani in rage and heart broken and as time moved on after the war the more and more alani became bitter and cruel Roca after the war became the new shadow clans leader and had become a wife and a mother but Roca was an adventurous soul and she would often visit the outside world and discover new things and meet new people she has been everywhere the danger zones neo riot city you name it she’s been there this is where she met one of the heroes from P.O.I.N.T silver spark Roca had been having traveling when she was attacked by a group of monsters and since she had been a few months pregnant she was weak and while she could handle herself and if in any other situation would have been able to beat the crap out of these baddies she couldn’t risk her unborn child from getting hurt her husband had warned her of this even insisting on goings with her but Roca was unfortunately stubborn and decided she could handle anything that came her way but when the actual thing came this was a wake up call to her that she’s not invincible that she was being cocky and didn’t consider the conuqences Roca was able to knock a few out but was cornered just as she was about to be slaughtered a sudden flash zoomed by and the first beast that pounced towards her had been defeated and there who stood before her was a woman with huge blonde hair wearing a heroes uniform “you okay miss?” The woman asked Roca only nodded and with that the woman had defeated the creatures Roca thanked the woman for saving her and the woman introduced her self as silver spark she asked the reason as to why she was out on her own and in the danger zone of all places and Roca had explaned her nomadic habit and once again apologized silver spark said it was fine and that saving folks is what she does that and she was actually on her way back to point from a solo mission and offered to take her home Roca gladly accepted the offer and was escorted home While walking silver spark found out that Roca was pregnant and was expecting soon this was very exciting to silver spark she had always wanted a child of her own one day and had started to ask questions about Roca’s child like the gender or what Month Roca gladly told her that she was expecting a son he was to be born on July And soon they made it back silver spark let Roca know if there was any trouble or if somthing happend to her child or her clan to let her know and to inform p.o.i.n.t at any time and she then left Back at point there had been rumors that shape shifters were starting trouble in nearby cities and villages there had even been a murder committed by them this had left point to go investagate each clan and one of these investigators was a new recruit golden Leaf she was a short tempered heroic woman she was a bit full of herself but she always had her heart in the right place Golden Leaf was a fairy who’s powers came from the earth she could manipulate plants and the forest along side her for the investigation was silver spark volunteering to prove the shape shifter innocent golden leaf on the other hand knew they were guilty and had to be pushished for there crimes It was July 18th when swift was born it was the happiest day in Roca and Tirich lives there son was born the future leader of thier clan was here Rocas pride and joy had finally come to her she was the happiest mother alive she would love and protect her child no matter what and raise him to be a strong caring person yes this was truly a time of joy for the shadow clan But that would all end Two years later more and more attacks claimed to be by shape shifters had appeared more and more and more people were losing thier lives the shape shifters had gotten themselves a bad reputation and many were placed on pow cards in the negative even though all clans had denied being a part of these acts p.o.i.n.t still kept the investigations going even arresting many shape shifters but one day the proof That point needed for shape shifters to be guilty cameA woman of golden hair covered in cuts and stab wounds burst throught the doors of point crying out for mercy claiming that the shadow clan had dystoyed her small village Killing every one in thier path she held up a small torn up cloth with the clans insignia on it and the rest was history when shown the village corpses and crumbled homes was all that was seen and the clans flag was raised Over the pile of corpses iN the middle of the town This enraged golden leaf and shocked silver spark she couldn’t understand this she had gotten to meet these people there leader heck even the leaders son they couldn’t have done this but the evadence was all there and soo point had joined together and had gone to the shadow clans village and had attacked taking in many shape shifters into custody and unfortunately killing some while fighting Rocas husband was killed while trying to save thier son Roca was badly injured and and run away from the village trying to reach another clans home for help but she was stopped by A wall of vines there a woman stood behind her golden leaf had stopped her in her tracks Roca was terrified she needed to escape no… she needed her son to escape she had him covered with her cape so golden leaf couldn’t see much of him so she had thought Roca had kidnapped him and had ordered to give the child to him Roca was outraged she would never this was her baby and like hell she would give him up and so Roca fought for her and swifts lives but golden leaf had got her tied too a tree a took her son Roca tried to untangle herself but she couldn’t she cried out in agony “MY BABY GIVE ME BACK MY BABY!!! “ but her cries were ignored but before golden leaf could leave Roca had broken out of the restraints and and lunged at her her body forming into a hidious and frightening monster this terrified golden leaf and she in a seconds noticed summoned a sharp thick vine to shoot out of the ground and it had hit Roca in the abdomin a horrifying wail of pain echoed the forest the words of curses and of Rocas child were yelled and soon Roca died while memories of her life and of her son played in her head a memory of silver spark and her kind words played once more as she succomed to her injuries “if you or your son are in any danger just let me know im part of an organization point were heroes so you’ll be safe with us!” “S-swift… I’m sorry mama… loves….y-”Roca died she was never able to say goodbye swift then started to cry golden leaf look down at the child lifting the hood of the Cape to see that the child looked exactly like Roca golden leaf screamed in horror what had she done! She just killed a mother she… she was a monster!! Then the sounds of feet running came it was silver spark “golden leaf wait! The whole thing was a lie the village was a fake the corpses are gone! The woman had fled shape shifters are innocent they-”Silver spark had froze in her tracks she couldn’t belive her eyes her friend Roca was lying dead with a vine through her abdomin and her comrade with blood on her hands and the child of Roca

Silver spark ran to golden leaf and took swift from her trying to calm the baby down golden leaf had fled leaving silver with swift A few months had passed and swift was put into foster care and golden leaf had returned to point silver spark was very cautious of her but golden leaf had gotten on her knees and begged for forgiveness golden leaf then told carol she was leaving point for good and that she would be adopting swift as a way to make up for what she had doneAnd that’s it sorry its so long