Preparation

"Well, let's get ready," Hazard declared, spreading his arms out. With that, everyone left the room. Luxa went to the armory. She had been practicing with two daggers instead of her usual sword. Facing a wall of armor and weapons, she grabbed a pair of golden blades and their sheaths.

Picking heavy armor would allow her more safety, but the lighter one would let her use her knives more effectively. Subconsciously, her thoughts drifted to Gregor. He was great, but sometimes he could be a little frightening. Not always, but when Gregor was fighting. Luxa had seen Ripred annihilate a whole legion of Gnawers, Spinners, and even Cutters.

Luxa mentally slapped herself. "Concentrate," she said firmly and focused on the task at hand. At last, she decided on a light, grey armor and the twin daggers.

Hazard

Hazard was in charge of supplies. Ever since his father died, Hazard did not touch a single weapon. Luxa made sure of that. As Hazard was gathering supplies, he ran into Gregor, who was doing the same thing. Their conversation went like this.

Hazard: "Hey"

Gregor: "Hey"

Hazard: "..."

An awkward silence fell. Hazard struggled to come up with something that would break it. Luckily, Gregor saved him.

"Do you know where Luxa is?" He asked, shuffling his feet.

"No. Try the armory. She's usually there." Hazard replied. "What's happening?"

That was a rhetorical question, as Hazard already knew about Luxa and Gregor. During the Rat Battle, he had sneaked into the Museum and accidentally saw rats.

"Erm... Nothing." Gregor said, and quickly walked off.

Howard

Howard was in the medical bay, trying to decide which medicines to take. There would probably be many injuries; he had to try and predict which medications to take. Howard wished he could take the entire hospital's worth of first aid, but he knew that was nonsense. After deciding, Howard took bandages, anti-bacterial leaves, a poision removal kit, and Yarrow. Yarrow helped reduce heavy menstrual bleeding and pain, which meant it was a numbing agent for nerves.

Gregor

Later, everyone was ready to head off. Before the squad left, Gregor remembered something. "We need to bring the Prophecy of Night!" He said and hurried off.

As Gregor reached the room where they had left the Prophecy, he looked around the room. Nothing. No Prophecy, no paper, nothing. Where was it? As Gregor kept looking around the room, in places that he had already searched, an old phrase came to mind. "They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result."

As Gregor went back to his friends, he ran halfway until colliding with Luxa. "Where's the Prophecy?" She asked, her brilliant violet irises focused on him.

"It's gone." Gregor panted out.

The Thief ran through Regalia with such knowledge of the layout; it was evident that the Thief had been here before. Wearing all black, the Thief had eavesdropped on their discussion about the Prophecy of Night. The Thief had done so by hiding in the shadows, away from the torchlight. As the Thief pulled off its hood, a cascade of blond hair came falling out. She seemed to be about the same age as Gregor and Luxa. What was strange about her was her eyes. They were brown - most Underlander's eyes were purple.

She jumped on her bat and flew away, heading west - the same direction as the squad were heading.