It wasn't a very long way down there, but Andrew was still a child. And if Andrew survived, that would mean that the Grass Juggernaut would still be alive. From the moment she saw them fall off the cliff, she knew that Andrew was as good as dead.

"Ryan! Help me!" she yelled as she prepared to jump down with Andrew and the Juggernaut.

"What are you doing?" Ryan shouted back.

Nebula just moved her head and signalled him that she was about to jump. She wasn't sure she could save Andrew. No, she was certain that she couldn't save Andrew. But she wanted to try. She couldn't give up on him. She wanted to jump down there and save him if he was still alive, or at least finish the job with the Juggernaut and avenge him if otherwise.

Franco grabbed her arm, stopping her.

"But Drew..." she said as tears start rolling down her cheeks.

"I know," Franco nodded, "He's gone, Neb. He's gone."

Nebula fell on her knees as she started sobbing.

She never really bonded with anybody in her entire life. She was distant from society. The beginning of her story was great, and maybe the ending would be too, but she hated the journey to the ending. She never had any friends or people she could really call family as a child.

And then they came. A group of people who were willing to take her in. Their leader was leaving the group, so they recruited her to assist them on his last trip with the group. They were kind people, not caring about her origins or beginnings. Well, except for the Ryan guy, he's just too dumb to know about her origins, but the rest didn't care. They taught her how to battle in real life, and they were sincere. Honest. Over the time she was travelling with them, she felt like they were family.

She especially clicked with their leader's son Andrew. She just liked the kid. He was barely able to speak yet somehow she felt as if he was a wise old man. Whenever she was injured after a battle, he would pick up a clean piece of cloth with his tiny hands, dip it in alcohol and cleaned her wounds. They were good friends, and she cared for him deeply.

The battle against the Juggernaut showed Nebula a completely different side of Andrew, however. In front of her then wasn't an innocent and sweet child but a seasoned warrior with great skill and precision. The way he dashed in a straight line towards the Juggernaut and courageously shot a fireball point-blank in its face was something even children who had fully developed their limbs and senses couldn't do well, yet Andrew did it with pinpoint accuracy. He used his small figure so that he could approach the Juggernaut without alerting it, and his plan saved their lives.

But he couldn't save his own.

Marvin tiredly moved his feet and bashed into the wooden door of the tavern, breaking open the flimsy lock.

"We're closed," the bartender said, cleaning the glasses, "And you're gonna have to pay for that lock."

"Pay for it?" Marvin asked annoyedly, "I pushed it one time and it broke, and that's my fault?"

"Well, I wasn't the one to push it, was I?" the bartender asked, still with an obnoxious voice.

Marvin sighed, "Listen, man. I'm not here to cause trouble. I just need some information, and I heard that you're the best around here."

"It depends on what kind of 'information' you're looking for," the bartender replied.

"I need all the information you have about the grass goblin camps nearby," Marvin demanded.

"Hmmm... interesting," commented the bartender, "How much are you willing to pay?"

"Just give me the information," Marvin grumbled.

"I said, 'How much are you willing to pay?'" the bartender repeated.

"Please," Marvin begged, "I just need some information."

"Do I have to repeat?" the bartender said, irritated, "How much are you..."

"JUST GIVE ME THE GODDAMN INFORMATION!" Marvin yelled furiously as he slammed his fist on the bar, "HOW HARD IS THAT?"

The bartender stared at him in fear. Most of his 'clients' were silent and elegant people, yet the man in front of him was ferocious and furious.

"Sir, please leave," the bartender said calmly.

Marvin growled. He was hurt. He had to witness the death of his genius young boy, and the bastard of a bartender who was standing in front of him only cared about payment. He turned around and immediately saw two muscular men just standing next to him, waiting to apprehend him. The next thing he knew, he was thrown out of the tavern like a street dog. He grunted and got back on his feet. In front of him was Cate.

"It didn't work?" she asked sympathetically.

"I don't know what to do, Cate," Marvin said desperately, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"It wasn't your fault, Marvin," Cate said as she put her hand on his shoulder, "Andrew sacrificed himself for us," she said, holding in her tears.

Marvin and Cate just stayed there, holding each other in their arms. They lost the most important person in their lives, and there was nothing they could do to get him back. Franco and Tabitha then came, helped them up as they sadly trekked back to the inn, contemplating the death of Andrew.

Andrew opened his eyes. It was raining, he stood up before realizing that his leg was injured from the battle earlier. He didn't know what happened to Tameka, but whatever happened to her, he couldn't stay there. He closed his eyes, promising to himself that he would return for Tameka as he started limping into the distance.