Extra To Protagonist

"Elara, map the return path." He looked around. "Get ready. We move in darkness."

They formed quietly behind him, a ragged order, not forced. Nathan at his shoulder, Seraphina and Elara flanking, Mae and Dion behind.

And none of them spoke again.

Because somewhere above them, silent, watching, hundreds of gods had glimpsed the shape of a mortal who chose last, and didn't flinch.

—

The last file closed with a mechanical hiss. The screen dimmed. No verbal acknowledgment. Just silence.

Merlin stood from the reinforced chair. His wrists ached from how long he'd held still, but he didn't roll them. Didn't move except to step back from the terminal.

The officer, same woman, different tone now, watched him with a wariness he hadn't earned by violence, only by implication.

"You told us more than we expected," she said. "Either you're telling the truth, or you're better at lying than anyone we've met."

He didn't correct her.

She tapped twice against the terminal. The door slid open behind him. No escort this time. Just permission.

"Take your people and go," she said. "This conversation is over. Don't give us a reason to start another."

He nodded once.

That was all.

—

The hallway back wasn't long, but it felt longer now. Like the air had grown dense with the things he hadn't said.

The message blinked just as he passed the final checkpoint.

[The Smiling Witness adjusts their seat.]

[The Devourer has paused their wager.]

[The Judge with No Mouth requests: "Show me what you'll do next."]

Merlin didn't respond.

He didn't have to.

—

The others were waiting in the perimeter holding zone. Not chained, not locked, but watched. One soldier to every two meters. Rifles slung low but unsafetied.

Mae's back was straight. Tension in her hands. Not fear. Anger.

Elara tracked every movement in the courtyard with the kind of precision you didn't learn at an academy.

Seraphina's eyes locked onto him the moment he stepped into view. She didn't move. Just watched.

Nathan stood by the doorframe. He didn't look surprised. Didn't look reassured either.

Just ready.

Dion was quiet. Always quiet now. But he was positioned behind Mae, and Merlin didn't miss that.

"Come on," Merlin said.

Just that.

No explanation. No summary.

He turned. The soldiers didn't stop them.

Nathan fell in step beside him. Again.

No questions. Just footsteps.

They passed the outer gates ten minutes later.

No escort. No map.

Just the last warning:

"Don't return."

Merlin didn't answer.

He didn't need to.

—

The path ahead wasn't a road. Not even a trail. Just broken scrub and low hills, dry and quiet.

No one asked where they were.

No one asked where they were going.

Until they crested the ridge.

And saw it.

Endless rust-colored wilderness. Not war-torn. Not wild. Just… untouched.

Flat plateaus. Jagged outcrops. A riverbed so dry it looked fossilized.

Merlin stopped.

The group fanned out behind him, catching up slowly.

Elara broke the silence. "This isn't the Academy sector."

Mae narrowed her eyes. "Where are we?"

Merlin didn't turn around.

"We're on Titanos," he said.

Dion muttered, "That's a continent."

"It is," Merlin replied.

Seraphina's tone cut sharp. "Why are we here?"

"Because that was the only way out."

Nathan exhaled softly. "And the Academy?"

"Far," Merlin said. "Further than they want to go. Further than they think we should."

No one spoke for a long beat.

Then Elara asked, "And what's here?"

Merlin's system pinged.

[Observer Count: 46]

[The First Lawkeeper watches in silence.]

[The Crownless Mother writes: "You chose exile. Not escape."]

He looked out at the land again.

Dust catching on the wind. No towers. No wards. Just earth.

"What's here?" he repeated.

Then finally turned to face them.

"Whatever we're about to find."

—

The terrain changed slower than the sun. First gravel. Then rougher shale. Then earth that cracked underfoot, not from heat, but from disuse.

Titanos wasn't empty. It was waiting. The kind of land that knew how to bury things and make it look natural.

Merlin walked first.

Not fast.

Just in front.

That was enough to make the others follow without asking.

He didn't look back.

Didn't need to.

The footsteps behind him stayed steady, spaced apart just wide enough to say no one was relaxed.

Dion kept glancing sideways. Not for threats. For markers. He didn't speak, but his jaw flexed every few minutes like someone holding back something unhelpful.

Mae walked tight. Arms folded. Shoulders tense. She hadn't said anything since the gate opened. She didn't need to. Her silence had a shape now.

Seraphina never looked down. Her pace stayed even, breath even. But she kept one hand on her hip where a blade would've been if they hadn't taken everything metal from them.

Elara walked near the back. Watching. Always watching. She never asked where they were going.

She just noted every shift in the wind, every birdless tree, every broken line of stone like she was tracing a map no one else had seen.

Nathan hadn't stopped walking since they'd passed the camp border.

And he hadn't looked at Merlin since the die.

They walked until the sun dipped low enough to bleed against the edge of the sky.

Then Merlin raised one hand.

Not high.

Just enough.

The group stopped.

He stepped off the path, boots crunching into a shallow cut of stone beside an old ridge.

The curve of the terrain gave them visibility in three directions and cover in one. Not perfect.

But enough.

He crouched.

Ran one gloved hand across the ground.

Solid.

The others got the message.

No order. No command.

Just motion.

Seraphina dropped her pack without a sound. Dion peeled off to check the perimeter. Mae sat cross-legged, back to the slope.

Elara crouched by a crooked branch and started clearing stones, slow and methodical.

Nathan stood.

Still.

Then dropped his gear without looking up.

Merlin didn't ask what he was thinking.

He already knew it wouldn't come out right.

—

Fire came slow. They didn't speak while it caught. Just watched the light crawl up each dry scrap of bark until it remembered how to burn.

Merlin sat with his back to the rise.

Hands loose.

Eyes steady.

He could feel them watching him—some directly, some through the edges of flickering shadows. Not suspicion.

Not yet.

Just waiting.

He didn't fill the silence.

Not tonight.

—

The fire snapped loud enough to draw eyes. It spit ash as if it had something to say.

Merlin shifted slightly where he sat, one hand steady near the heat, the other braced on the ground behind him.

The earth here didn't settle evenly. Stones jutted at odd angles beneath the soil, like bones never properly buried.

No one had spoken in several minutes.

Elara adjusted the strap on her left wrist, glancing up and around every few seconds. It wasn't nerves. It was habit. Taught, not told.

Seraphina had taken position just beyond the edge of the firelight. Not pacing. Not still. She moved in slow arcs, each step deliberate, like a pendulum hung from tension.

Dion cleaned a blade he hadn't drawn in days.

Mae hadn't spoken since sundown.

And Nathan—

Nathan sat across from Merlin, elbow on one knee, flamelight cutting sharp lines down the side of his face.

He didn't look confused. He looked like someone measuring a room that should've felt familiar, and didn't.

He finally spoke. Voice low. Steady.

"You said we've fought together before."

Merlin's gaze didn't shift. "We have."

Nathan nodded slowly. "For how long?"

Merlin thought about lying.

Then didn't.

"Long enough."

Nathan looked down. Rubbed his fingers together like the sensation might jog memory. Nothing changed.

"I don't remember."

"I know."

He raised his eyes. There wasn't accusation in them. Just absence. "And you do."

"Yes."

Another silence stretched between them. This one thicker. Less comfortable.

Nathan's voice didn't crack. But it narrowed.

"Why does that feel like a threat?"

Merlin tilted his head just slightly. "Does it?"

Nathan held the look. "You won't tell me who I was to you. But you're still standing close. Still watching me."

"You haven't asked who you were to me," Merlin said.

Nathan didn't answer. Not right away.

Then: "Fine. Who was I?"

Merlin didn't speak.

The fire popped. Elara glanced their way. Didn't interrupt.

Dion didn't move.

Mae's eyes were open now. But unfocused. Like listening, not watching.

Merlin exhaled once. Measured.

"You were the only one I didn't have to watch."

Nathan blinked. That landed.

Merlin let the words sit. Didn't reach for them. Didn't explain.

"You're not the same," Merlin added, after a beat. "And that's not your fault. But it's true."

Nathan looked at him carefully. "You're holding that against me."

"No," Merlin said. "I'm holding it with me."

Another beat.

Then Nathan stood. Not abrupt. Just done.

"I'll take first watch."

He moved beyond the light, not waiting for agreement. Seraphina nodded, barely, as he passed her.

Elara shifted beside the fire. "He's right to ask."

Merlin didn't pretend not to hear her.

"He's right to not trust," she added.

"I know."

Elara's voice didn't soften. "Then stop treating him like a missing limb."

Merlin looked at her now.

Really looked.

There was no heat in her eyes. Just clarity.

He didn't respond.

Dion cleared his throat. "We sleep or we fracture. One or the other's gonna happen soon."

Mae finally said something. Quiet. Sharp.

"Then maybe we deserve the fracture."

That was the last sentence spoken aloud.

The fire crackled once more.

And Titanos watched them in the dark.