What the young prince saw next was shocking.
Standing there, with a white flame in his hand, was Trinket. But that wasn't what exactly surprised Kion.
Because right before his eyes, surrounded by the young elf were children.
They were of different races and ages. Some looking like teenagers while a few had the baby faces of young toddlers. They huddled around Trinket like he was some sort of saviour, or a patron.
Like he was their father.
"This," he said, "is the underground."
Kion looked on in awe at the sheer number of children that filled the sewer chamber. They were at least a hundred of them in here. Some looked scared, some looked like they had a firy resolve within them, a will to survive and thrive in spite of the hardships. It was a look that Kion knew all too well.
While the rest…the rest looked already broken. Like they were not long for this struggle. Like they had had enough.
