Gerald

Gerald felt so weird living in Myranda's home. He would be a liar if he said he didn't look through some of her things - like her diary and clothes drawers (but that seriously was to find something, anything he could fit into). Eventually the textile clan made him some new shirts and pants.

It took a long time for him to understand how to bake, but he eventually got it with help from others in the food-serving clan. Now, he had a new schedule and a new routine that he rather liked. He found that this same old daily life was comforting, and he kind of wanted to stay here.

Hell, he had even made a lot of friends and came up with his own recipes- so if he was allowed to, he would move in and just fill the spot of baker in the tunnels. No orders to take by some jerk head-guard. No noble responsibilities. No worries about having to play dumb around the caves and not be found out.

The brown-eyed baker was certain that any day, Metas was going to show up - so he kept himself in shape for when the time came. Oddly enough, a lot of the whisking, folding, and kneading he did worked out his upper arms really well.

Today was no different. He woke up early, let the dough he prepared rise, took a shower, and got to work on making fillings, toppings, and icing. Everything was as normal until he heard the sounds of a multitude of feet walking towards the shop.

It wasn't too out of ordinary at first, just your standard traffic he was used to - but then the sound grew more and more in volume the closer the group seemed to get. Then he heard voices that sounded excited with chatter, but no words he could hear since it was pretty far away and muffled in the echoes across the rocky halls.

Gerald just couldn't hold it back anymore when it came to his curiosity. He had to know what was going on out there. It was normal for soldiers to charge down into the tunnels for "inspections", but it wasn't normal for a large group to march up towards the cave. So not only was this now unusual, it was alarming as well.

He hadn't even made it past the door way when two familiar golden eyes met his brown ones. Both males smiled and came towards one another to clasp their arms together like an old, secret handshake.

"I knew you were coming back." Gerald said with relief and pride.

"I couldn't leave you out of all the fun, right?" Metas responded and clapped his friend's shoulder.

"Is everyone alright? Lara? Ajax?" Gerald questioned with worry.

"Yes. They are together. They are to meet us at the royal garden. We must stop Harbinger. We're out of time. He's going to destroy everyone and everything. It's now or never." Metas informed him grimly and gave a nod.

"Luckily, we have more than enough help coming. You just need to open the mountain." Metas explained and gestured to the crowd who were waiting with Myranda just outside the shop.

"Come on, you've got to meet my wife briefly before fight. Once we get to open center, there won't be a chance to." He followed up with a beaming grin.

There was a giant line of adults behind Myranda who were carrying different kinds of make-shift weapons like broom handles, spanners, hammers, even ropes and chains (wait...was that old guy holding the leg to a table?).

They looked angry. They looked hungry. They looked like they had enough.

After being hyped up to a revolution, and then immediately upset as it crumbled, it only felt better when Metas crawled his way out of the mines with his wife at his side, and rallied them back to not only hope - but a renewal of life itself.

This was it. It really was going to change. They just had to make it happen.

Gerald abandoned his apron on the counter, went into the back where the home was, and after a moment he returned with a steel rod and a mischievous grin that had a little bit of malice to it. He was ready to get his Alpha to the castle and out to that crater even if he had to die to do so.

Today, he was changing not just his destiny - but all of theirs.