Tori Transmigrated - Chapter 213: When I'm a Big Girl, I Will Not Need You Anymore

“Senior, Axton is capable.” Piers’ words made Tori smile just a bit. No matter how much he dragged Axton, when the matter was serious, Piers was Axton’s number one supporter.

“Do you believe that his mission will be successful?” Kasen gave Piers a curious look.

“I would not allow him to go to his death.”

Tori was dragged off by her niece, thinking about when she wrote the charm on Axton’s back. Piers obviously encouraged it though not with those exact words. In retrospect, Piers didn’t have to tell her anything about Axton’s mission.

He told her that he’d be underground, in a cave network, and even described the steps he was to take once he was inside any smuggler’s tunnels. Usually, Tori had to ask him directly for such information, but he told her enough for her to know what kind of charm and crystal would be most useful.

The corner of her lip curled up. He was one of the few people who knew about the mem crystal and its capabilities. He’d seen her write on her brother’s hands and experiment with the other crystal masters. She had told him about what she learned from Master B’alan. Piers knew.

And he set her up to bless Axton.

She let out a small laugh. It wasn’t as if she wouldn’t if they had asked. In fact, she’d already been considering it when she found out he was going to go to Osten on a sudden mission.

“Auntie, are you listening?” Fiona tugged on her arm and Tori refocused her attention on her niece.

“What is it, Fifi?”

Fiona’s cheeks blushed and she looked away shyly. Her eyes glanced towards the dresses laid across her bed. The familiar blue robes with the gold bells for wrists and ankles were placed side by side, a pair. One was small and one was large.

“I said we match,” Fiona said in a quiet voice. She looked up at Tori. “Do you like it?”

Tori restrained herself from hugging her niece and smothering her against her. “I love it! Did you already try it on?”

Fiona nodded. “Yes, Grandma and Nanny said I had to so we are sure it fits.”

“All right, I’m excited! We’re going to be matchies!” Tori clapped her hands together and Fiona beamed. She rushed to her bed and gathered the smaller costume.

“Nanny, please help me dress!” She called out to the elderly woman who had followed them. Nanny Rey chuckled and went to help her while Tori changed on her own.

“She doesn’t’/t have a headdress yet?” Tori asked as she fixed the larger headpiece on her head.

“She has a circlet for now, my lady,” Nanny Rey told her as Fiona stood like a statue with her arms out and her legs firmly planted, as if pretending to be a mannequin. “The full headpiece is too large and will throw off her balance.”

“Ah…I remember that,” Tori said with a nod. Original Victoria had been frustrated that she could not properly dance with a headpiece until she was older, but even then, she’d started wearing headpieces for dances several years earlier than most other dance students.

The bells on Fiona’s wrists and ankles jingled and she jumped around, giggling at the sound. Tori adjusted the robes around her and Fiona stared at her.

“Auntie, I remember when I saw you dance last year. My friends said you looked like a fairy,” Fiona told her with excitement.

“Well, now we both look like fairies,” Tori said with a warm smile. “I wish I could show you to the orphanage.”

“I will do a blessing dance for my friends there, too!” Fiona told her with a face full of determination. Her shoulders fell a bit. “When I can wear the headdress.” The headdress would probably just make her look more official.

Tori chuckled. She took Fiona’s hand, and they walked out to the dining hall where the small reception was happening over a large meal. The soft jingling of their bells attracted attention with every step they took. Fiona marched forward, chin up and chest out, like a proud rooster.

Today, they would perform a shorter version of the dance. It was the first one Fiona learned and she had been practicing with an almost obsessive focus. Her stamina for the dance could only go so far, so it would be shorter than the one Tori performed inside the orphanage.

Still, everyone they passed would look at them, particularly at Fiona, with warm, sometimes amused, smiles. A few servants and knights wished her luck on her first performance and Fiona gave him a nod, thanking them and assuring them she’d try her best.

It was comforting to know that Fiona was adjusting well to the Fortress and she was well-loved by everyone.

When they reached the entrance, they waited outside for a moment

“Are you ready?” Tori asked as she knelt down and straightened Fiona’s circlet.

“I’m going to bless Val so hard!”

“That’s the spirit.” Tori stood up and led Fiona inside. They hadn’t done anything yet, but the family members and friends inside all started clapping as soon as they entered. Fiona didn’t expect it and jumped. Her face turned red and she rushed to hide on Tori’s other side.

With everyone’s eyes on them, Tori released Fiona’s hand and took a position behind her, as they had practiced. Music was not mandatory for this particular blessing, but it was always good to have someone keep the beat.

Nanny Rey counted them off and clapped her hands. “One, two, three!”

Tori moved her foot forward and began the blessing dance, keeping one eye on Fiona. Her little niece followed, doing her best to keep up with Tori. Knowing that she wasn’t as fast, Tori slowed down.

Where her movements were much more refined and smoother, Fiona’s were full of energy. Her arms were flung and her stomps were heavy. What Tori loved best was that Fiona’s cute little face was twisted with a look of angry concentration. Eyes narrowed, cheeks puffed, lips pursed tight.

All of Fiona’s thoughts and energy where on the dance. Sweat began to collect on her brow as they reached the midpoint of the dance and by the end, Fiona’s forehead was glistening. They both ended with kneels bent, arms out, and head bowed in in the direction of Valeria, who was in Sebastian’s arms.

The room exploded with applause. Tori clapped as well before putting a hand on Fiona’s back and smiling. “You did a great job!”

The little girl’s chest was going up and down as she panted a bit. Her entire face was rosy as she rushed to Sebastian and craned her neck to look at the baby.

“You are blessed now, Val,” she said. “You are invin…invis…invisible?”

“You mean invincible and that’s not what the dance does,” Robert said with a slight roll of his eyes.

The group chuckled and Kasen knelt down to use his handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Fiona’s face. In a soft voice, he praised her efforts and hard work, and told her he was proud of her. Fiona seemed to be overtaken by her shyness and buried her face in her father’s chest.

“She’s doing very well with her dancing,” Tori said as she took a seat between to Fiona’s highchair and Piers. “What did the instructor say?”

“They praised her for her hard work and dedication,” Antonia said. “But we have been making sure she does not tire herself out.”

“You used to practice until your feet were hurt,” her father said in a firm voice that lightly reprimanded her. “And you would try to hide it.”

“If I told you, you’d make me stop.” Tori shifted her eyes to the side, guilty. “But Fifi is a good girl. She will practice in moderation.”

“Yes.” A little being crawled on her lap and pulled herself up so she was seated. “I will practice in modern…modify…slowly.”

Tori stroked her hair. Kasen sighed. “Fiona, you’re getting big now. You should sit on your chair.”

“I don’t see Auntie Tori often. I want to sit here.”

“You’ve been using that excuse since she arrived,” Robert said. “How is she going to eat if you’re sitting on her lap?”

“She can eat around me,” Fiona replied, as if the answer were clear.

“What if I spill something on your hair? Or your dance costume?” Tori asked in a careful voice.

Fiona froze for a moment. Without a word, she wiggled off of Tori’s lap and then raised her arms to her father. “Chair, please.”

Kasen smirked and picked her up, putting her on her chair so they could eat.

Tori happily took in spending time with her family. Grammy had come from Nazaria for the trifecta ceremony and was staying for a few months as a break from her research.

In the evenings, she liked to sit down with Robert to review his Old Sulfae and even introduce him to another writing system used in southern Nazaria around the same time. She took time to watch Fiona practice dance and booked an hour each day to hold Val. Tori couldn’t help but feel that Grammy had forgotten about her grandchildren now that there were great-grandchildren.

The day after the trifecta ceremony, Tori saw off Ewan on his week-long training exercise. The last time she’d seen him so nervous, he’d been preparing for the La Garda exams.

“Sebby approved of you going on this exercise,” Tori told him as he fidgeted at the meeting point where young knights were gathering into a wagon to be taken to the exercise location. “If he didn’t think you could handle it, he would not have approved for you to go.”

“La Garda does not prohibit exercises with a regulated imperial force, either,” Sebastian said as he stood beside her. “Kasen and I were sixteen when we first went on training exercises with the Guevera knights.”

“Master, you and Lord Kasen both count as master swordsmen….” Ewan said with a reproachful look.

“Exactly. That’s why you should trust my assessment of your current level,” Sebastian said with an air of confidence.

“The exercise focuses on teamwork and strategy for infiltration. It’s more involved than the war games before Sebastian’s wedding,” Kasen told Ewan. “But there will be more instruction as the training commanders heading the mission are experienced. This is more to test your adaptability in a situation than it is your battle ability.”

“That is not to say that you should let your guard down.” Sebastian gave him a serious look. “You must treat this exercise as a serious mission.”

Ewan’s head was bobbing up and down, trying to absorb all the information he was being given last minute. Tori craned her neck and saw a familiar face amongst the young knights. She took a deep breath and shouted.

“Sir Navarro!”

The young knight had already seen her and was walking over. “Good morning, my lady! My lords! Ewan! I heard you were here!” Sir Navarro seemed to have grown taller and wider than when she last saw him. His skin had also taken on a healthy tan from all his outdoor training. He slapped Ewan’s shoulder. “This is a good experience and you’re lucky to be able to take part. Don’t overthink it.”

Ewan nodded his head once more, but the look of worry didn’t fade.

“Ewan, if you get a good assessment after this exercise, I’ll cook you whatever you want,” Tori told him with a firm look. “And if I can’t cook it, I will find someone who can.”

“Even that whole roasted pig you were planning for Master’s surprise birthday?” Ewan asked with a hopeful expression.

Tori narrowed her eyes. “I will make you those soup dumplings I told you about, too.”

Ewan slammed his fist against his chest. “I won’t let you down!”

He saluted Sebastian and Kasen before turning around and headed towards the wagons. Sir Navarro bowed his head to Tori. “I’ll do my best to guide him, as well, my lady.”

“I appreciate it, Sir Navarro, but don’t put yourself at unnecessary risk and do not coddle him. He has to learn and make use of this experience, however it ends. And next time you’re in Viclya, you know how to reach me. I’ll arrange a retreat in the crystal level of your choice-”

“Diamond level.” Sir Navarro’s eyes shone with intensity. “Please.”

Tori raised a brow and then gave him an acknowledging nod. “Diamond level is a week long.”

“The next time I am able to rest there for a week.”

“Approved.”

Sir Navarro bowed once more and rushed off to catch up with Ewan.

“What’s a diamond level retreat?” Sebastian asked.

“There are five gemstones that represent a level of a retreat in Viclya. Four of them can be booked in three-day sets and each focus on a certain aspect of vacation in Viclya. For instance, emerald level is gastronomy where all the food is hand selected and served wherever you are. Ruby focuses on activities and so forth. Diamond is a complete package for a week.”

“How does Sir Navarro know about this?” Sebastian gave his sister a curious look.

“Oh, the imperial knights know about all the happenings with Lions Gate and the delta. We’re extremely popular and in an arrangement with the imperial household, imperial knights have certain reservation privileges and discounts. When we announce something, word of mouth passes it through.” Tori watched Ewan climb into his assigned wagon. He waved excitedly at her before he got in and she waved back. “You don’t plan on trying to convince Ewan to become a Guevera knight, do you?”

“No, I respect his decision to become an imperial knight,” Sebastian said. “But I want him to be as skilled and competent as possible.” Tori nodded. She also wanted Ewan to be at his peak. Her brother put a hand on her shoulder. “No matter how I think about it, I am certain that one day, imperial knight or not, Ewan will guard you.”

“Welcome back, Uncle Sir Conner.”

“Fifi, you can just call me Uncle Ewan.”

“No, you are here as a knight, so I have to address you as a knight. Daddy said it’s respectful to do so in times like this,” Fiona told the bald young man in an insistent voice. She sat on an iron garden chair next to a round table in her courtyard. On her lap was Alexander, who was almost as big as her.

From across the table, Tori raised her eyes from the reports and smirked. Why did her niece look like an evil villain from a Bond film?

The assessment reports for the training exercise had just been delivered an hour earlier, though the knights, Ewan included, arrived that morning after a grueling week-long mission in a canyon valley. They were sent to the barracks to rest, though Ewan had trudged back to his room in the central castle because he didn’t have an assigned bed in the barracks.

He’d slept well past noon and Tori had left him a note telling him to take his time to recover, ask the kitchen for something to eat, and when he was ready, to come down to Fiona’s courtyard. She had hoped that the familiar and somewhat silly environment with chickens clucking in the background and Fiona’s new peacock that Gramps gave her strutting around, Ewan would be able to be at ease when they reviewed his assessment.

Instead, Sebastian was seated next to Fiona with an equally serious look on his face. Uncle Rom had joined them, as he had been present in the training exercise and observed the young knights. The two imperial knights who were with them appeared almost nervous for Ewan as they stood under the portico surrounding the courtyard.

Piers was on a cloth hammock swing Tori had made for the children and appeared to be taking a nap as it swung beneath the shade of a large tree.

“Ewan, don’t be nervous,” Tori said. She skimmed the report, glad it was mainly in bullet points and most of it made sense to a layman like herself.

“Ewan, I’m going to ask you a serious question,” Uncle Rom said as he stared the boy down. Ewan swallowed hard and tried not to shrink back.

“Yes, Training Commander.”

Uncle Rom’s gaze hardened. “Do you want to become a Guevera knight?”

“Training Commander!” Sir Dobchek couldn’t help but cry out. “Stop trying to poach our promising knights!”

Uncle Rom sneered and let out a small click of his tongue. Tori held back a laugh as Ewan looked stunned.

The report was clear: for his first formal training exercise with a march, Ewan did exceedingly well. He took orders, considered strategy, consulted with his team, made provisions for possible scenarios, and most importantly kept up with older and more experienced knights.

Sebastian was utterly pleased. “As expected of my pupil. I’m very proud of you Ewan. You’ve worked very hard, and it shows.”

Ewan’s eyes turned red at once. He tried to keep his head up and keep his arms down as he sniffled and nodded. “Thank you, Master!”

“This trip was very beneficial to you,” Tori said. “I’m glad you came.”

“I am, too.” Ewan gave her his usual happy-go-lucky, lopsided smile.

“All of you got something you wanted on this trip, no?” Uncle Rom said as Fiona took her small coffee pot and poured him some coffee. He gave her a smile and a small nod. “Ewan was able to find his bearings in a training exercise. His Highness got to become a godfather.”

At that Sebastian snorted. “Fifi, pour Uncle another cup.”

Fiona nodded and filled his cup once more. “Nanny, I need more coffee for my uncles!”

“What did Tori get?” Ewan asked. Since he’d been away for the week, Tori hadn’t told him about her conversation with Andy before Andy rushed back to the coast.

“As there is a lot of boating done in the delta, Piers and I discussed a naval sub-group to assist with maritime emergencies, enforce maritime law to avoid accidents, assist with transportation issues, and local, coastal security,” Tori said. “There is a separate local sub-group in King’s Harbor that does this, and Andy highly recommends it as it frees up the navy from minor issues that don’t require the full strength of a naval force. The navy assigned to the delta can also be dispatched elsewhere without hindering the delta’s security and maritime emergency services.”

“Oh, like a sort of sea patrol?”

Tori stared at him. That name didn’t occur to her. “Sure….”

“Uncle Andy is going to send people,” Fiona said. “I’m going to ask if he can send Cousin Ava.”

“Fifi, Ava is seven.”

“He can send Cousin Ava in the future.”

“This fits with Ava’s life plan.” Ewan nodded his head thoughtfully and Sebastian gave him a look.

“What do you mean Ava’s life plan?”

“She wants to settle in Viclya and live on an island with Riri as her assistant,” Tori said. “She’s convinced that by the time she finishes her first tour, she can be assigned to the delta.”

“Auntie, you should reserve and island for Cousin Ava,” Fiona told her aunt. She paused. “And for me.”

“You’re going to move to the delta, too?” Tori grinned.

Sebastian smirked. “What about your precious Daddy?”

“Daddy can move there, too,” Fiona replied. She reached towards him and patted his hand comfortingly, though there was some pity in her eyes. “You can handle Sur by yourself, Uncle. Fifi believes in you.”

Wow…she straight up abandoned her uncle…. Tori took a sip of her coffee as Sebastian stared at his niece.

“You really are your father’s daughter.”

“That she is,” Kasen’s voice came from the portico. “Fifi, if you’re going to go with us to drop off your aunt at Tres Arcos, you have to complete your winter homework.”

Fiona scrunched her face. “Did Robi finish?”

“He finished two weeks ago.”

Sebastian let out a small snort. “He’s definitely Kasen’s son.” Tori kicked him under the table. Fiona sighed and let Alexander down.

“Okay, let me tell my chickens I’ll be back later.” She made her way deeper into the courtyard. Tori handed Ewan’s assessment back to Sebastian and told Ewan that they’d leave the day after tomorrow, so to get ready.

While winter break was technically a little longer than a month, Tori wanted to get back to help prepare for Piers’ new year party. Since it was where his parents were planning to announce that he was going to be crown prince, Tori wanted everything to go smoothly, and every detail needed to be taken into consideration.

In addition, Piers should also be there to prepare, but her calls from Ilyana complained that Piers was not answering his comcry when they had questions, so Henrik and her had to call Tori.

To keep her sanity, Tori told herself over and over that she was done with her final project report and that the last semester was going to be much less stressful, but she still also had to deal with her county and business.

If it weren’t for Ilyana and Henrik helping carry the burden, she probably would’ve snapped some time ago.

With that in mind, Tori basked in the relaxing family life in the Fortress, playing with her niece and nephew, and holding her baby niece while singing her slow jams until they had to pry her away. She couldn’t wait until Valeria was older so she could visit Viclya and be spoiled by her aunt.

As usual, her parents were reluctant to let her go back so soon and Kasen had to talk them out of going all the way to Tres Arcos with them. It was enough that Kasen and his children were going.

They planned to arrive in the late afternoon, which allowed Tori to have time to schedule a meal with her mother’s brother, Uncle Dom, and his family .

“Artemisia hasn’t agreed?” Kasen asked as the carriage, after three days of leisurely travel, finally rolled into Tres Arcos.

Tori shook her head. “She’s very tempted, but hasn’t accepted my offer letter.”

“Do you want me to talk to her?”

“No, I want her to make her own decision. However, we can’t really leave that position open indefinitely.” Tori rubbed her chin. “I’ll have to tell her that we can only wait a few more weeks before we try to fill it. There will be a fresh set of graduates from Université and Viclya is apparently the first choice for many.”

“Everyone wants to live in Viclya,” Ewan said as he played a game with Robert across from him. “Knights, students, crystal fanatics.”

Tori rolled her eyes. “Speaking of that, I’ve been invited to an academy focusing on crystals in Hong. Unfortunately, the trip would take some time, so I can’t go anytime soon.”

“It doesn’t hurt to have all your travel documentation ready,” Kasen said.

“I already have them ready,” Tori replied. “I have class one travel privileges.” Class three was specifically for merchants and business, class two was for military and emissary work, and the relatively rare class one was for long term travel, specifically for individuals like ambassadors who stayed in locations for months, if not years, at a time.

“When did you get that done?” Kasen furrowed his brows.

“Piers helped me get approval a while back.”

Kasen looked out the window towards the carriage behind them. The carriages they were traveling in were smaller than SIG One, so with two children and Kasen added to the group, Kasen made Piers sit in another carriage with imperial knights. Every time they stopped; Piers had a cold look on his face.

Once, he had tried to bribe Fiona to switch carriages with him, but Fiona had refused, citing that he would have Tori all to himself once they were on the boat. She only had her auntie until Tres Arcos. The reminder seemed to please Piers and he patted the child’s head, calling her a smart girl.

“Daddy, where are we going for dinner?” Fiona sat closest to one window and was looking outside.

“Bodega del Mar.” As Kasen said it, Fiona’s face lit up. She scooted eagerly to the door.

“Fried shrimp, here I come….” Tori heard her whisper under her breath. Kasen lifted his comcry to call their uncle and confirm the reservation at the cliffside restaurant northwest of the town. It was an ancient fortification built into the cliffs by a sea-faring people pre-Soleil conquest. It had several levels, but their wine cellar was in a cave that led to an opening that looked out into the water.

It was very old, private, and boasted a small but specialized menu of dishes famous through the coast and Sur. Thus, it went without saying that it was expensive. Tori had first come with her brothers and Andy, and Bodega del Mar was as upscale as upscale could get in Sur. She was sure the only reason they’d welcomed them when she and her brothers and cousin were dressed so casually was because of who they were.

“Uncle Dom is already there,” Kasen said. “They’ve been seated.”

“In the cave?” Robert asked, perking up.

“In the cave.”

“That’s the best place to sit. It’s quiet and the view is amazing.” Robert’s smile widened. “I’m going to order the oxtail.”

“That’s a good choice,” Tori said with a nod.

Ewan looked intrigued. “Is it good?”

“It is smoked oxtail slow simmered in red wine,” Tori said. “It’s very tender-”

“I will have that, too!”

Tori sighed. They hadn’t taken Piers to the restaurant yet. When they arrived, the street entrance was very modest. It appeared to be a moderately large house behind a dilapidated stone wall half covered with vines. Plenty of trees surrounded it and all the neighboring buildings on the ancient stone street were private homes to old and wealthy Tres Arcos families.

“Do you see that house further up that looks out into the water?” Tori asked as the group got out of the carriage. The children and Ewan nodded while Piers followed her hand. “That’s Auntie Maria’s.”

Piers narrowed his eyes. “That’s a former imperial residence.”

“The late Empress Henrietta left a lot to Auntie Maria,” Tori said. “There is a hill that overlooks the bay on the west shore of Viclya. I think a house like that will look nice.”

“I will build you one, one day, Auntie.” Fiona squeezed her hand and promised her as Kasen picked her up.

“Thank you, baby.”

They followed Kasen into the lobby of the restaurant and Ewan was coaxed away by the knights, who were eating together on the upper level. After confirming that he could still order the oxtail, Ewan followed the knights elsewhere. Fiona pouted.

“Why doesn’t Uncle Ewan want to sit with us?”

“He wants to talk to senior knights. These next few months will demand a lot of Ewan, as instructors and commanders will be watching him to see if he qualifies to join as a first-tier knight,” Kasen told his daughter as he carried her in one arm.

“But he already went on a training mission,” Fiona said.

“It’s different. Uncle let him go and only with Guevera knights. Imperial knights are different,” Robert replied. “Uncle Ewan probably wants to get more tips and ask about what to expect when he’s being reviewed. It’s his dream to become an imperial knight.”

“Oh….” Fiona nodded. “Daddy, what’s your dream?”

“To keep my family safe and happy,” Kasen replied without missing a beat. They followed the host through some narrow stone halls only lit by light crystals to get to the lower-level cellar.

“Robi, what about you?”

“Charms master with high proficiency in crystal work,” Robert said.

“Auntie?”

“Travel the world and eat lots of good food. Probably play with more crystals, too.”

Fiona was quiet for a moment as she looked over her father’s shoulder. “I like Auntie’s dream. I want to do that.”

“You’re going to travel and leave me?” Kasen teased as they were led through the cellar. Fiona gasped and quickly hugged her father.

“Daddy…don’t worry!” she said as she nuzzled his face. “When I’m a big girl, I will not need you anymore, so I won’t be sad when I’m away!”

Tori barely held back a laugh as Piers smirked. Kasen’s lips tightened into a tight line and Robert looked at his sister as if she were crazy.

They saw a closed cellar door and as soon as the host opened it, a warm, humid breeze swept in along with the tell-tale scent of the ocean. The crashing of waves far below could be heard and on a flattened-out protrusion from the cave was an oval table with nine-chairs.

Uncle Dom and Auntie Anita rose from their seats and Artemisia, who was looking over the stone wall down over the edge of the cliff, turned around and beamed.

At once, Tori’s family started to embrace each other, leaving Piers standing awkwardly to the side, waiting for the touchy-feely Sur-style greeting to pass. Kasen motioned for everyone to sit around the table and begin ordering.

Fiona insisted on going to look over the edge, so after the orders were taken, Tori accompanied her to look down. The stone barrier only reached up to her hip, and Tori was petite to begin with. She held Fiona firmly as Fiona climbed on a low piece of stone to look over the edge.

Though it was almost dark, the last sliver of light in the horizon illuminated the base of the cliff and they could see the crashing waters below.

“If we fall…we’ll die, won’t we?” Fiona said in a quiet voice.

“That is a high possibility, but we’re not going to fall,” Tori told her. Fiona’s little hand tightened on Tori’s arm.

“I wonder how many people have died falling off the cliff….”

Tori squinted her eyes at her niece. What the hell, Fifi….

Piers appeared next to them, on Fiona’s other side and looked over the edge. “There is some foliage, and the cliff is on an incline. If you roll down, the shrubs may slow you down allowing for survival.”

“What about the sharp rocks?”

“Try to avoid them.”

Fiona looked at Piers with confusion and annoyance. “I can’t avoid rocks if I fall.”

“Then don’t fall.”

“What if I’m climbing and slip?”

Tori raised a brow. “Why would you climb up a cliff?”

“I don’t know,” Fiona said, shrugging. She pointed past Piers, at the cliffside further away. “Why are they climbing up a cliff?”

Both Tori and Piers followed her little finger and in the fading light, they could make out several figures moving up the cliffside, shaking bushes as they climbed up. Tori’s eyes darted to the water below and saw three small wooden boats slamming against the rocks, but tied in a way to keep them from jostling too violently.

Tori’s eyes went wide, and Piers put his arm around her and Fiona, pulling them away from the edge.

“Senior,” Piers said as he turned around, leading Tori and Fiona not just back to the table, but to the entrance of the cellar cave they’d walked through.

“What is it?” Kasen frowned as he looked up and watched as Piers passed him with Tori and Fiona. “What are you doing?”

Piers turned towards the cliff where they saw the men climbing up. “Pirates.”