Part Three: Chaos [POV Detected: Adira Hunter, Peregrinator]

[POV Detected: Adira Hunter, Peregrinator]

“There he is,” Agent 12 said, pointing towards the sky.

“But where’s Darkling?” Spar asked.

“He wants you to come to him!” Wilson yelled at me in falcon.

“He wants us to come to him,” I said to Agent 12, repeating what Wilson had said.

“But how are we gonna do that without getting the attention of others?” 12 asked.

“I have an idea,” I replied.

After a few more moments I had finished my share of the grouse. Agent 12 “lured” me to the glove with a tidbit, and tucked the game safely into his hunting vest. Suddenly I started kekking hysterically. I began to bate, with Agent 12 trying in vain to calm me. Then Agent 12 accidentally loosened his grip on my jesses, and I was set free. I immediately began to chase Wilson. The osprey, being much slower, tried to evade me, but failed, and by the time we were out of sight, I was diving towards Wilson. But before I could get another dive in, we had reached our destination. Darkling was behind a large hill, arms crossed, obviously waiting. “What took you so long?” he demanded.

“We couldn’t blow our cover,” I said as soon as I turned back into a person.

“Oh.” He sighed. “Sorry. It’s just…” His head dropped.

“What is it?” I wondered.

“Jay still hasn’t woken up… I don’t know what’s wrong… I don’t know what to do,” he said quietly. He sounded like he was going to cry, or had been crying.

Just then Agent 12 and Spar rounded the corner, completely gassed. “What’s going on?” Spar asked, curious.

“Jules hasn’t woken up yet,” I explained. Both 12 and Spar nodded in understanding. Darkling picked at one of the bigger patches of sagebrush.

“Sometimes I think I’m over it, then I see something, or think of something, and…” he trailed off. “I know I can’t let this get to me, not like it is, but I can’t help it,” he said, his voice growing hysterical. “I just can’t stop thinking… What will happen… what if… I just… I can’t…” He was practically panting, hands clenched into fists, eyes wide. I glanced at 12. “He’s losing it,” I say. “I know,” 12 replied. “What should we do?”

I ignored his question and turned to Darkling. “Where is Jules?”

“Back… at base…” He started calming down a bit, but his hands remained fists, and he still seemed riled up a little. “You want… to see her?”

“Yeah,” I replied, growing wings. “Let’s go.”

[Peri POV end]

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"...we had reached our destination. darkling was behind a large hill, arms crossed, obviously waiting..."
Someone forgot to capitalize Darkling in that sentence