Chapter 235 - 236| Eldera Comes Home

Eldera arrived in person two days after the second signal, stepping off a private transport at Hegeville’s small airfield with a considerable amount of equipment and an expression that told Allen immediately she’d made peace with whatever risk this decision carried for her own standing within the council.

"I told them the truth," she said, by way of greeting, as Allen helped unload her gear. "That I intend to be present for an operation the council itself has no official knowledge of, and that I’ve made my peace with whatever consequences follow."

"That’s a considerable risk," Allen said.

"It is," Eldera agreed. "I decided a while ago that watching from a safe distance wasn’t something I could live with anymore. Not with children involved. Not after everything this family’s already survived to get here."

They drove back to the guild in comfortable, unhurried quiet, and Allen found himself, glancing at his sister in the passenger seat, struck once more by exactly how far she’d traveled from the composed, distant Arcane Lord who’d first taken an interest in his growth so many months earlier.

"Thank you," he said, "for choosing to actually be here, instead of just helping from a distance."

"You don’t need to thank me," Eldera said. "This is what family does, when it’s working properly. I only wish I’d learned that lesson considerably earlier than I did."

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She integrated into the household’s rhythm within a day, training alongside the others with the same disciplined focus she brought to everything, and Allen watched her settle into the formation’s rear guard position with genuine, growing confidence, no longer simply a powerful ally on loan but something closer to a fully woven thread in the family’s own coordinated fabric.

"Your instincts are good," Myria observed, watching Eldera intercept a simulated pursuit with clean, decisive force. "You adapt faster than most Hunters your rank."

"I’ve had considerable motivation," Eldera said. "It’s remarkable how quickly a person learns, once the stakes stop being abstract."

Irene, sparring nearby, called over without breaking her own rhythm. "Careful, Eldera. Compliments from Myria are basically a knighthood ceremony. Don’t let it go to your head."

"I’ll try to bear the honor with appropriate humility," Eldera said dryly, and Irene’s answering laugh carried across the yard, bright and genuine despite the week’s mounting weight.

Vivian joined the session a while later, and Allen watched the two of them fall into an easy, testing rhythm — Vivian’s patient precision meeting Eldera’s raw, considerable strength, each learning something about the other’s particular approach to combat that no amount of shared briefing could have taught them nearly as well.

"You fight like someone who’s spent years being underestimated," Vivian observed, breathing hard after a particularly sharp exchange.

"I fight like someone who spent years being told strength was the only language worth speaking in this family," Eldera corrected. "I’m still unlearning which parts of that were true and which parts were simply convenient for the people teaching it to me."

"That’s a fair distinction," Vivian said. "I’ve done my own share of unlearning this year."

Allen watched the exchange with quiet warmth, grateful for exactly how naturally his sister had found her place among people who, a year earlier, would have had every reason to view an Arcane Lord’s presence with wary distance rather than easy familiarity.

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That evening, Allen found Eldera alone on the guild’s rear steps, watching Hegeville’s lights spread out beneath the darkening sky with an expression considerably more contemplative than her usual composed bearing.

"You alright?" he asked, settling beside her.

"I keep thinking about what waits for us," Eldera admitted. "Not the estate itself. The people. Twelve lives, three of them children, and I have no real frame of reference for what that kind of captivity actually does to a person over time. I’ve fought gods and monsters, Allen. I’ve never once had to think about how to comfort a frightened child in the middle of an active extraction."

"None of us have," Allen said honestly. "I don’t think there’s a way to fully prepare for that. I think we just do our best, and let kindness fill in wherever training runs out."

Eldera considered that for a long moment, turning it over with the same careful weight she brought to every genuine question. "That’s a considerably gentler answer than I expected from someone about to walk into a fortified compound," she said.

"Maybe," Allen said. "But I don’t think gentleness and readiness cancel each other out. I think the twelve people waiting for us need both from whoever finally reaches them. Someone who can fight their way to the door, and someone who knows how to speak once they’re actually standing in front of a frightened child."

"Can you be both?" Eldera asked.

"I don’t know yet," Allen admitted. "I suppose we’ll find out together."

Eldera considered that for a long moment. "You’ve become genuinely wise," she said. "I remember when you were the youngest of us, always trailing behind, trying to understand a world that never seemed to have room for you in it."

"I remember that too," Allen said. "I don’t think I ever imagined it would lead here. Fighting for people I’ve never met, alongside a sister I once thought had no reason to care about me at all."

"I always cared," Eldera said quietly. "I simply didn’t know how to show it, in a family that taught all of us that showing anything was a weakness worth punishing."

"You’re showing it now," Allen said. "That’s what matters."

Eldera’s answering smile carried genuine, unguarded warmth, rare enough that Allen felt the weight of it settle meaningfully into his chest. "Four days," she said, glancing back toward the guild’s gathering lights. "Then we find out exactly what all of this preparation was actually for."

"Four days," Allen agreed, and they sat together a while longer beneath Hegeville’s quiet sky, gathering whatever steadiness the remaining time could still offer before the walled garden’s own patient secrets finally, irrevocably came due.

Neither of them spoke again for a while, content simply to sit together in the settling dark, and Allen found himself grateful, in that quiet, unhurried moment, for a sister who’d chosen presence over distance when it would have been so much easier to simply watch from somewhere safe. Whatever the coming days demanded of them, he no longer had to imagine facing it without her.

Tomorrow, the real work of the final countdown would begin in earnest. Tonight, there was only this — two siblings, a quiet sky, and the fragile, hard-won peace of a family finally whole enough to face what came next together.