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Hunter had finally returned from the human realm. They’ve been back for at least a 4 days. Upon returning, the gang had roamed the isles. Unfortunately, the land was unfamiliar as it had been rearranged by the Collector.
Alas, not having anyone to offer them shelter, they decided to camp out at the Owl House. It was Luz’s idea (of course). It was eerily empty. Hunter didn’t have much of a memory of the place before it had been abandoned as he had ran away from the house in a state of panic. Still, he felt saddened by the depressing state of the residence. He had a vague memory of lit candles and a cluttered environment.
Various hours of the day were spent coming up with different plans to take down Belos. So far, they hadn’t done very much. Each scheme was like a balloon, easily able to pop, to break, to fail.
Hunter was starting to get frustrated with all the sitting around. Belos could be out there and what were they doing? Absolutely nothing. He was trained to go straight into action, taught never to hesitate. He felt as if he was being held back from potential victory.
Of course, to Hunter, that was a huge deal. He so badly wanted revenge on Belos. His favorite palisman companion was gone because of Belos.
No.
Because of him.
He had allowed Belos to take possession of him. Maybe if he had fought back hard enough, Flapjack would still be here. It was his fault. It always was.
Staying with Camila was sort of rough for him. Not used to the kindness, he felt so uneasy. Being cared for and accepted was a foreign concept to him. He didn’t deserve this kindness. He knew he didn’t. Camila was great, don’t get him wrong. But, ultimately, he felt like a burden.
He felt as if he was just weighing everybody down. Dragging them to their demise. He loathed himself for that. He wanted to be useful so that way he wouldn’t feel as bad. His efforts were rejected by Camila.
”It’s okay, you don’t have to do anything, mijo. You and your friends have been through enough.” she had said.
He wasn’t sure whether her kindness towards him would last, what if it dragged out too long and Luz’s mom just.. snapped? She must be under lots of stressed, he thought. He feels as though he’s become distant. Behaving like a brat. Belos would’ve disciplined him within seconds if he was there, witnessing his rotten behavior.
He loved his friends. He truly did. He loved Luz as she was his little sister, metaphorically. But he was utterly tired of the empty promises of defeating Belos. How were they supposed to do that if the group refused to take action immediately? He might have to take matters in to his own hands.
“We have to go out there!”
Luz looked in his direction, “ Hunter..we don’t even have a plan,” she said, softly, “we know this isn’t ideal but we have to be prepared.” Stubborn.
He sighed, “ I know, but maybe we don’t have to fight him?” Luz perked up at the suggestion with a confused look. “What if we just see if we can find anybody?”
”We did look, we didn’t find anybody,” huffed Amity with a hint of sadness slipping into her voice.
”It’s worth a shot, we can’t just give up” Hunter replied, looking around the room for support and locking eyes with Camila.
Camila looked at him with pitiful eyes, “Hunter’s right,” she stated, “we didn’t really look around, we just roamed the streets.”
“And if Belos shows up, we’ll kick his butt so hard, he won’t know what hit him!” Willow exclaimed, expression full of confidence.
Hunter smiled. He observed the other’s, he could see them taking his suggestion into consideration.
”Okay, we’ll start heading out in a bit,” Camila informed, grabbing her bat, “be prepared, okay?”
The gang was cheering, boasting about their awesomeness. Hunter chuckled. His friends were the best. They were very dear to him.
He had faith, faith that maybe, just maybe, they’d find some known survivors.