Andover's Quest: Part Five
Gammot shook his head sadly. He couldn't believe it. Had
Andover really agreed to help some pets he hardly knew wage war on the 'Purest
Lupes'? The old silver streaked Lupe sighed. Andover didn't know the first thing
about war. He was still young and he wasn't supposed to fight! He had been sent
on this mission to learn about the Purest group, not try to defeat them!
Stiffly, Gammot stood and hobbled to the entrance
of his cave. "Coron!" he called. The small brown Lupe pup looked up from where
he was watching a Mootix crawl around on the ground. "Do me a favor and go find
Shaylee for me. I need to speak to her."
Coron grinned. "Okay, Gammot!" He jumped up
and limped down the side of the hill. Gammot smiled. For such a young thing
that had just recently been in a terrible fire, Coron sure had energy. And Andover
had saved his life. Coron's mother would be eternally grateful to that Lupe.
Coron returned a few minutes later with Shaylee
at his side. The brown Lupess looked confused. "What do you need, Gammot?" she
"Thank you Coron, you may go now," Gammot said
to Coron. The pup nodded and scampered off.
"Come inside," he said to Shaylee. Shaylee followed
him, beginning to worry. Had something happened to Andover?
"What is it?" she asked.
"I'm worried about that Andover. I wish I knew
what was happening with him. But that's not what I called you here for. I need
you to tell me exactly what you think of that Lupess who brought the message
from him. What did she look like? Where was she from? Did you get her name?"
Shaylee blinked in surprise. What was going
on? Why was Gammot so worried all of a sudden? He hadn't seemed worried when
he'd shipped Andover all the way across Neopia! "Her name was Kit. I told you,
she's a striped Lupe. She was a bit shorter than me and she was … she was pretty.
She looked like an Islander. Her fur had that all-year-warmth thinness to it.
I don't know, she was nice. She's Andover's friend, she said."
Gammot nodded. "Hmm, yes. It might be… He glanced
at Shaylee as though wondering why she was still there. You can go now, Shaylee.
Thanks for talking to me."
Shaylee nodded. "Sure thing, Gammot," she said.
She stood up and walked outside again. Suddenly she made a decision. She climbed
up onto the crest of the hill she'd been standing on when Kit had come by. I'm
not leaving this hill until Andover comes walking over that horizon, she
thought. And with that she sat down and looked into the west, hoping that maybe,
someday, he might just come home.
* * *
Andover glared at Simon suspiciously. Whatever
the green Kougra wanted with him had something to do with Kit. Why did Kit have
to be so curious? If she'd kept to herself this never would have happened! The
electric Lupe bared his teeth when he noticed Simon's lingering gaze at the
pouch around Andover's neck.
"Now, now, Andover. No need to be testy," Simon
chided, coming closer. Andover bared his teeth some more and growled softly.
"What do you want?" he snarled.
"I want you to stop being so suspicious. I'm
not here to hurt you, Andover." Simon grinned at him, flashing his many sharp
teeth. Andover growled again.
"What did Kit tell you?" he questioned. Andover
knew this had something to do with Kit finding the gem that was currently residing
in the leather pouch he always wore. But what had the Lupess told Simon?
"This has nothing to do with Kit and I'd appreciate
it if you would leave her out of this," Simon replied easily, his tail flicking
back and forth.
"Who are you?" asked Andover, crouching low
to the ground. "What are you?"
"Now there's a good question! I was not born
a Kougra, although you couldn't tell. No, I was born a common-variety plains
Lupe much like yourself although I wouldn't flatter myself by saying I was nearly
as colorful or handsome as you are. But that was me, your everyday yellow Lupe,
growing up like every plains pup does - long hours of goofing of with friends
and wondering if you can get away with stealing something out of the weapon
stock the warriors kept.
"As I grew older, I became restless. I wanted
to sneak off and travel the world with my best friend. He didn't want to. He
was crazy about this one Lupess - ah her name escapes me now - but he didn't
want to leave. That Lupess and him had a couple pups - even their names escape
me - a boy and a girl. Cute things they were. I convinced him after a while.
I convinced him that they'd still be there when we came home. So me and Skip
as we called him - that wasn't his actual name but that's what everyone called
him - left the plains.
"We traveled all over. We started by exploring
some more of the plains but we got bored. So we headed up to Techo Mountain.
We had some good times in Happy Valley and the Ice Caves. We both found it too
cold for our liking on the mountain top itself, but we didn't mind too much.
Anyway, we traveled all over the world before we finally decided to set sail
for home and visit a while before going to Faerieland - the one place we hadn't
visited yet." Simon paused to see Andover's reaction. The Lupe sat perfectly
still. He wanted to hear the rest.
"We stopped at home and those pups of his jumped
all over him, I tell you. They were so happy to see him that they clear knocked
him over. That Lupess of his was pretty happy too. Wow everyone was happy that
day. We had a big feast that night. Everything was peachy keen until Skip decided
to tell his Lupess and pups that he was heading off again to Faerieland. Now
you can imagine how happy she was knowing he was going up to a city that was
thousands of feet above the ocean right? Yeah, just peachy. Anyway, so we stayed
for a couple weeks and Skip spent all his free time with his pups. Those two
had relentless energy. They could play for hours. I wonder how they turned out.
Probably miss their daddy."
Andover sighed softly. That had happened to
him once. His father had left without any word at all and had been gone for
a year or more before returning. He had been so happy when Moran had returned.
Him and Lex didn't leave him alone for weeks.
"So we set sail for Mystery Island so we could
find some Faerie Transports up into Faerieland. But on the way there was this
horrible storm. Now I don't know why we were caught in it because Skip was supposed
to protect us from stuff like that. Yeah, I know what you're thinking, how could
one Lupe protect anyone from a storm, right? Well, he could. He could because
he had what is called the Knowledge Gem. It's very powerful. Skip was tossed
from the boat and never seen again. I don't believe he's dead like some, but
that's not the point. The point is, that gem took years to recover. I don't
know how many diving trips I took before I finally found it at the bottom of
the ocean near the ruins of Old Maraqua. I took it back to our pack elder. He
took it and promised he would give it to the next Lupe that came along showing
he or she could handle its power. Now I don't know how you got a hold of this
gem, but I assure you, if you don't return it there will be some dire consequences."
Andover gasped. That couldn't be true! "Liar!"
he snarled, baring his teeth and growling again. Simon looked shocked.
"I am no liar! Moran was my best friend in the
world! And that gem is rightfully his! So I suggest you give it back now!" Simon
hissed violently and extended his sharp claws.
Andover sat back in shock. "Moran? As in Moran
from Gammot's pack?" he croaked in surprise. Simon glared at him icily.
"Yes, that Moran! Now give me back his gem so
I can return it to Gammot again!"
"Wait that was you who returned that gem after
he disappeared? You're that Lupe who brought it back?" Andover no longer felt
anything but shock. Was this really his father's best friend?
"How do you know who I am?" the Kougra snarled.
"Are you a spy?"
"No. I'm…" Andover could hardly bring himself
to say the words. "I'm his son," he said softly. This time Simon sat back in
"No! You're Moran's son? No wonder I thought
you looked familiar! Are you serious?"
Andover sat back on his haunches and looked
at the Kougra in a whole new light. He could see certain similarities between
him and that yellow Lupe. There was the scar below his right ear where an angry
Pteri mother had swooped down on him; there was the missing claw on his right
paw… it really was him!
"But your name isn't Simon…"
"Nope. I changed it after I moved here. I didn't
want to be known for being Moran's best friend after he'd made so many enemies
during his travels. Daedrin wasn't such a safe name anymore. Then I met Emily
- Kit's mother - and she was all alone, trying to raise a pup by herself, so
I took her in and together we helped raise Kit, but she still hasn't forgiven
me for Emily's death - which I took no part in. About a year or two after I'd
moved here those 'Purest Lupes' moved in on us, recruiting Lupes from all over.
They offered shelter, protection, and food and we decided there wasn't anything
better at the time. We had no neopoints and we were living off of what we could
get by fishing or scavenging. So we joined up with them. A few months later,
the 'Pure One' decided he wanted all of his Lupes solid colors. Well I had no
problem there except for the fact that I had fallen into Rainbow Pool the last
time we'd visited Neopia Central so I was checkered.
"Anyway, he took any Lupe that wasn't a solid
color to the Lab Ray and they kept going there until they were painted - or
changed into a different species and thrown out of the 'Purest Lupes'. Well,
Kit was dragged there every day and one day she came back pink, of all colors.
I wasn't what you would call thrilled with that idea. After all, Kit was like
my daughter in some senses and I was perfectly fine with her striped look. But
I was still being taken to the Laboratory every day by the Pure One's cronies
in hopes that they could get rid of my checkers. Well one day, believe it or
not, the Ray decided to turn me into a green Kougra. So of course, the Pure
One wouldn't have me. I had one day to gather all my belongs and say good-bye
to my beloved Emily and Kit. Well now Emily didn't like this idea and she tried
to rebel. And if you have any idea what those Lupes are like, you can imagine
that they don't like rebels. They killed her. After that no one was there for
Kit so she managed to escape and I'm sure you already know her part of the story."
Simon took a big breath.
"What's this have to do with me?" Andover asked.
He was tired of hearing other Lupes' life stories.
"Oh, I'm just blabbering on, aren't I? I'm sorry,
Andover. The green Kougra looked at him apologetically. "The real reason I called
you here was to take back that gem, but now I'm curious - how'd you get it?"
Andover sighed. "Gammot gave it to me. He says
I'm the next Chosen One. Not that I want to be. But I am and so he sent me here
to get some news on those Lupes. And well, here I am," he said, deciding to
go with the short version of his story. There was no need to go into details
about how he had grown up or saved Coron or any of that.
"So what else is in that pouch of yours?" Simon
asked, completely ignoring the fact that Andover was the Chosen One.
"Some neopoints for my boat trips to and from
the island and a letter written by someone… I didn't get to read the whole thing
because that crazy Lupess Mandy barged in."
"Mandy? What's she have to do with this?" Simon
looked really confused now.
"Oh, that's why I got hurt. Mandy was all mad
at me for just showing up and all that and we argued and she turned to go and
I was just so mad I wasn't thinking clear and I was gonna jump her but I was
in midair when this gem sent a shock through me and almost shocked me to death…"
"No jokes on this subject, Andover. That gem
could have killed you if it had been any other Lupe wearing it. Obviously the
gem now belongs to you - or you belong to the gem, I'm not really sure how Moran
put that - and it has decided to teach you some discipline. You best mind that
gem, Andover," Simon chided.
The electric Lupe nodded. He wished he could
read the rest of his letter now but it would only be for the wrong reasons.
Last night he'd wanted to read it because he was so worried about Shaylee and
all the other Lupes in the world. Now he just wanted to know what the other
half of the word ki- was. "Who wrote this?" he asked at last, taking the letter
out. Simon grinned.
"Open it and read the signature." Andover shrugged
and started unfolding the aged paper but the gem obviously didn't like that.
A strong flash accompanied by a soft shock emitted from it, making Andover drop
"Ouch," he said, rubbing his paws. The shock
didn't do any good to his already-wounded paws. They still ached from the fire.
"I'll do it," Simon offered. He unfolded the
letter and held it up to Andover's face. The Lupe let out a surprised breath
of air. The last line of the letter read: Think smart, weigh your decisions
carefully, protect the ones you care for, and above all - be careful, young
one. Be careful. Sincerely, Daedrin
"You wrote it?" he asked.
"Guilty," Simon said, grinning.
"Simon, Moran's been dead - well, gone anyway
- for years now. Do you think it would be okay for me to call you Daedrin? I
mean, you were my father's best friend. I've thought about you almost as much
as I've thought about him ever since the two of you left for Mystery Island,"
Andover said cautiously.
Simon's face broke out in a sad smile. "I know
you have, Andover. It would be fine by me to call me Daedrin. I'd be honored
if you would." The Kougra gave Andover a quick hug and smiled at him. "Be smart,"
he murmured. "Be brave. Be careful." And he left.
Andover stood there a while, still wondering
if it had all been a dream. After a bit he started walking back toward camp.
When he got back he struggled not to cry out. The Purests had attacked. And
this time, it wasn't a measly battle. It was a war. There were tents on fire,
supplies in heaps of ashes, neopets crying, sobbing, begging to be spared. This
wasn't what was supposed to happen.
The Lupe ran to Daedrin's tent. Luckily it was
not yet a pile of ashes. "Andover, help me get these out!" the Kougra yelled.
Inside the tent were piles upon piles of papers and scrolls with instructions
for countless things written on them - it had probably taken Daedrin years to
collect and write them all.
Andover leapt inside and helped his friend drag
all the documents out of the burning tent. "What are we going to do? None of
them will fight!" he called over the roar of the fights going on.
"We'll just have to do the best we can!" Daedrin
The two of them went back to Daedrin's tent
and armed themselves with whatever they could find. After a while they were
decked from head to toe in protective gear and weapons. "Let's go," they said
to each other in unison.
They both ran out of the tent and headed in
opposite directions. The first Lupe Andover met was none other than Orange Six
- the Lupess he had met on his first night here.
"I thought you were on our side!" she screamed
"I never said that," Andover replied smoothly.
He glared at her. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Mandy shooing little ones
away from the fray. A second later he saw Mandy come back, take a sword, and
behead one of the Purest Lupes. Andover wanted to faint. He knew what war was
about, but he still couldn't envision himself killing another Lupe.
"You will die then!" she yelled. She took out
a very cheesy-looking wooden sword. She stabbed at him and he laughed. He took
out his own sword and grimaced.
"I'm really sorry," he said truthfully. Andover
raised the sword above his head and brought the flat of it as hard as he could
down on her head. She fainted and he winced. He dragged her over to where some
of the older neopets were watching the younger ones. He found some ropes, tied
the Lupess up and went back to fight his heart out.
Before long Andover discovered that both sides
of the fight felt bad about killing each other. He noticed that instead they
were taking prisoners. He had already knocked out and captured about eight Lupes
when he came upon the one Lupe no one had yet seen at the fight - the Purest
One. Andover gulped inaudibly.
"Hmm… you look familiar. Oh well, I'll kill
you anyway," the white Lupe said, sneering. He unsheathed his sword and brought
it down on Andover's head - or tried to anyway. Andover, skilled in sword fighting
because he had begged the pack leader Loslin to teach him and Shaylee, met the
Purest One's sword in midair with his own.
"Ah, a sword fighter? You don't look like a
pirate to me!"
"If only my son had had half the potential you
have. He looked a lot like you actually. Not quite as much static though…"
Andover bared his teeth and shoved hard with
his sword. The Purest One gasped in surprise as his sword flew out of his paw
and sailed thirty feet through the air and landed point first in one of his
Purest Lupes' backs. Andover cringed, knowing he had just killed another Lupe.
But he had more important things to worry about.
I'm the Chosen One. I'm the Chosen One. I
have superior knowledge, great strength, wonderful endurance, amazing grace
and speed, monstrous courage, and the will to live! These thoughts all exploded
into Andover's head as the Purest One lunged toward him and knocked his sword
out of his paw. It landed about six yards away.
"I'll teach you to mess with the Purest Lupe!"
he snarled. He started shedding his protective armor rapidly. Andover, taking
cue, did the same.
"Oh yeah? Well, I'll teach you to mess with
Andover, the Chosen One of the plains Lupes!" Andover snarled back. He crouched
into a hunting position he'd learned from Loslin, getting ready to spring.
The Purest One scoffed. "That will happen the
day I try to kill my own son," he snapped back. "Not that I have any idea where
he is," he added, baring his teeth.
Andover had had enough chit-chat. He lunged
at the large white Lupe angrily. He sunk his teeth deep into the Lupe's shoulder,
taking him off guard. The Purest One howled in pain but quickly recovered. He
whipped around and used his back feet to fling Andover off of him - he sailed
almost twenty feet before landing.
Andover gasped from the pain in his ribs when
he landed. He looked up to see his sword lying not two feet away. He grabbed
it and stood up again, trying to ignore his aching side.
The Purest One, obviously dissatisfied with
his attack lunged again. Andover swiped at him with his sword, taking a chunk
out of his shoulder again. The Lupe howled in pain again, this time hardly able
to ignore it. He snarled furiously and lunged again. Andover swiped at him with
his sword again, creating a big gash in the Lupe's side. His white coat was
instantly dyed red by the blood seeping out of his wound. Andover threw the
sword aside and lunged again. He bit and scratched and kicked and did everything
possible to this Lupe, taking out every frustration on him.
"And this is for Shaylee worrying about me every
day until I get home. And this is for Lex; and this is for Monica; and this
is for Gammot; and for taking Kit away from her home; and for killing her mother;
and for throwing out Daedrin when Kit needed him most; and this is because Moran
is dead!" Andover grunted. After a few more bites he realized that everyone
around him was silent and the white Lupe on the ground was still. He was still
breathing - but barely.
"What do you … mean … Moran … is … dead?" he
gasped, his ragged breath coming out in short bursts. "And … when … did I …
throw out … Daedrin? And who … is … Kit? And where … are … Shaylee and … Lex?"
This Lupe was obviously very confused. His white fur was turning red and for
a minute Andover thought the blood coming from his wounds was dying it. But
then he realized that there was something around his neck buried by thick white
fur. Andover reached for it but the Lupe's paw came up and stopped him. "Don't
… take it… please…" he gasped. "Don't … take … away … the gem." And then he
"Is he - dead?" Kit asked softly, coming over
to stand by Andover's shaking form. He shrugged helplessly. The Lupe wasn't
dead - yet. He was dying fast though.
Andover reached for the thing around the Lupe's
neck again and carefully lifted it off. It was a small pouch - not unlike his
own. He opened it and shook its contents out into his paws. The Lupes and other
assorted neopets around him gasped. Andover's eyes widened in surprise. It was
a gem. A gem that was the same size and shape as Andover's gem. Only it wasn't
a refreshing, cool blue color. It was a blinding white and it was scorching
hot. Andover let it fall back into the pouch, pulled the drawstrings closed,
and slipped the pouch around his neck as he examined the other things that had
fallen out. A piece of paper. Not a letter. It looked like a drawing of some
sort. The electric Lupe unfolded it and had to sit down. He sat down on the
scorched grass and stared at the picture. It had been drawn with a piece of
coal from a fire.
In the drawing there were seven badly-drawn
Lupes: A pitch black shadow Lupe who was standing on a hill, overlooking the
scene; three Lupe pups that had been colored in with smushed berries (as was
custom to plains Lupes considering they didn't have crayons) - one brown, one
blue, and one a darker blue with jagged stripes; a Lupe that looked like it
could be one of the parents; another Lupe that looked like a good friend of
the parents; and the last one was a proud-looking Lupe who was smiling down
at the two blue pups - and the Lupe was red. And Andover started to cry.
"Andover? What happened?" Daedrin asked, bursting
into the circle of onlookers. Kit sat there helplessly, unsure of what to do.
"Andover? Talk to me!"
Andover wordlessly handed him the picture that
he had drawn so many years ago back when his father had told him he was leaving
for Mystery Island. It was water stained and slightly blurry now but there was
no mistaking the charcoal message printed sloppily on the back: To Moran - Dad,
Pleez cum hom safly luve Andover.
"Oh, no," Daedrin breathed. "Oh, no, Andover."
The green Kougra looked down at his young friend. "Oh, Andover," he repeated.
He was at loss for words.
"Dad, I'm sorry," the electric Lupe said softly,
bending down to look at the unconscious Lupe lying at his feet. "I'm so sorry."
"Don't be sorry, kid! You defeated the Purest
One!" someone yelled. Andover looked around. To his surprise the one that had
called out was one of the Purest Lupes. It was the same shadow Lupe that had
yelled at him his first night here for asking questions.
Andover sat above his father's limp body and
sobbed silently. I'm so sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry. He felt the two gems
he now had around his neck change temperature. One turned warm and the other
turned cold. He looked curiously at the pouches and took both gems out of their
holders. The Knowledge Gem he had received from Gammot was now a violent shade
of purple and Moran's gem was an amazing shade of lime green.
"What are they doing?" Daedrin asked curiously
as the two gems flew out of Andover's paw and hung suspended in the air above
Moran's bleeding body. The two gems flashed bright colors quickly, the colors
intertwining to make a flashing rainbow as they spun around and around in the
"What's that, Andover?" Kit asked, fear creeping
into her voice.
"I don't know, Kit," he replied, awed by the
sight he was seeing. Suddenly, the two gems stopped flashing and spinning and
just hung in the air above the dying Lupe, slowly descending closer and closer
to the ground. The gems seemed to be done all of a sudden. They flew back to
Andover, who quickly closed his paw around them and put them both in the same
pouch along with his neopoints, letter from Daedrin, and the drawing he had
made for his father.
Kit inched closer to Andover's side as the red
Lupe suddenly gasped and his eyes flew open. "Andover, who is that?" she whispered,
her eyes wide with fear. "Why did he turn red?"
"Shush, Kit, it's fine, he won't hurt you."
"How do you know?" she whined.
"Kit, will you shut up?" Daedrin growled, hissing
at her. She clamped her mouth shut and didn't say another word for about three
"Andover, who is that?" she whined. Andover
was starting to get annoyed by Kit's neediness. He wished Shaylee were there
instead. At this selfish thought, both gems flashed violently - one flashing
white the other flashing blue. Kit cowered next to him again. "Why are they
doing that?" she asked.
"Kit, be quiet, please," he said softly.
"But why are these things happening, Andover?"
she asked. Andover ignored her.
"Moran, Moran, are you okay?" Daedrin asked,
pawing uncertainly at his friend's paw.
"Who are you?" the Lupe gasped. He looked up
at Andover and grimaced. "So much for teaching you not to mess with me. I guess
the better Lupe won, eh?" he said. He winced painfully as he smiled.
"No. The dumber Lupe won, Moran," he replied,
hanging his head. "The stupid Lupe."
"Kid, you are anything but dumb. You are fast,
and swift, and courageous, and strong, and smart. If you were my son I'd be
the proudest father in Neopia," he said, grinning.
Andover lost it then. He lay down by Moran and
cried pitifully into the red Lupe's shoulder.
"Kid? What's wrong? What did you say your name
was? Anver? Anver, what's wrong?" Moran raised his head to look down at the
electric Lupe sobbing into his pelt. A flicker of recognition lit up the red
Lupe's eyes for a second, but it was gone.
"My name isn't Anver. It's Andover. And I'm
your son," he sobbed. "And I tried to kill you."
"What? My son's name isn't Andover! Is it?"
The Lupe sat still for a minute, trying to think. He took a hold of the pouch
around Andover's neck and took out the drawing. He unfolded it and read the
sloppy message on the back. "Oh, no," he breathed, folding it up and placing
it back in the pouch.
"I'm so sorry," Andover said, hanging his head
in shame. "I'm sorry."
Moran sat up stiffly, cringing at the pain in
his side and shoulder. "Don't be sorry, Andover. You didn't know any more than
I did. But why are you here? In Mystery Island of all places? Shouldn't you
be home with your mother, Lex, Shaylee, and all those other crazy Lupe friends
of yours? Why are you here?" he asked, looking down into his son's eyes. The
electric Lupe just looked back up wordlessly. He seemed to be just taking it
all in, amazed that his father was finally there - here, in front of him, talking
"He'll explain later, Moran," Daedrin offered.
Andover glanced gratefully at him. "Right now, you need some serious medical
attention, my friend."
"Who are you?" Moran asked, furrowing his brow.
"Do I know you?"
Daedrin looked down at his green paws and sighed.
"You used to. I'm afraid that was a long time ago."
Moran stood there, looking him up and down,
thinking, trying to remember. "Daedrin?" he asked, his guess surprising even
"Moran, my old friend, how could you know that?"
Moran winked. "Lucky guess, I suppose." He looked
curiously around at all the Lupes watching them. "What do you want?" he asked,
"Are you really Moran?" one asked, amazed. Moran
just smiled and nodded. Everyone around them started murmuring at once.
"Alright, back away, injured Lupes coming through!"
"Simon? Who's Daedrin?" Kit asked, running up
"I am. My name isn't really Simon." The foursome
walked back to Andover's tent - which miraculously hadn't burned down - and
laid Moran down in some blankets. Kit tugged on Andover's paw impatiently.
"What?" he asked, concerned.
"Who is he?" she asked. "Why does he keep calling
Simon Daedrin and why is he calling you son?" she asked.
"Haven't you ever heard of Moran and Daedrin?"
he asked, exasperated. The story was one every Lupe pup in his pack knew. And
a lot in other packs as well.
"Of course I do," she snapped. "But what's that
have to do with them?"
"That's Moran and Simon is Daedrin. Simon's
real name is Daedrin. Kit, Moran's my father. Okay? Understand now? Now please
just be quiet!" Andover snapped.
Kit followed him back into the tent. Mandy was
there now, cooing over Moran like he was a six-month-old pup. "Oh you poor thing.
Who did this to you?"
Moran rolled his eyes at Andover, who smiled
back. He watched silently while Mandy patched his dad up, simply amazed that
he was actually seeing him again. He had never imagined this would happen like
this. He'd imagined his dad greeting him like he always had, but never, not
in a million years had he imagined their reunion starting by trying to kill
To be continued...