I could only hope Cade was safe. That Kael took mercy on that baker. As I turned the corner, my eyes fell onto 7 boys in the alleyway. My blood went cold as I approached the boys. 

 The boys were all beaten up, some looking to have broken bones. My eyes fell on my grandson, Fennis. Someone had caused his neck to twist in the wrong way.. I felt like I could throw up at the sight of him.

 One boy groaned. I looked over at them as they reached out for me. “Elder…” His voice was weak. I took their hand as I realized I needed to get them to the cleric's hut. “Don’t worry my children… it will be alright…” I whisper

As I rushed the injured boys to the cleric's hut, the weight of my grief hung heavy upon my shoulders. Their cries of pain echoed in my ears, a haunting reminder of the senseless violence that had torn through our once peaceful city.

"We're almost there," I murmured, my voice choking with emotion as I struggled to keep my composure. "Just hold on a little longer." The cleric's hut came into view, a beacon of hope amidst the darkness that threatened to consume us all. With a sense of urgency, I hurried inside, my heart pounding in my chest as I prayed for the boys' survival.

The clerics worked tirelessly to heal their wounds, their skilled hands moving with precision as they tended to each boy with care and compassion. But despite their best efforts, it soon became clear that not all of them would make it.

As the hours stretched on, my heart grew heavier with each passing moment. I watched helplessly as, one by one, the boys succumbed to their injuries, their young lives snuffed out far too soon. And then, amidst the chaos and despair, I received the news that no grandfather should ever have to hear—Fennis, my own flesh and blood, had not survived.

Tears welled in my eyes as I grieved for the loss of my grandson, his broken body a stark reminder of the senseless tragedy that had befallen us all. "I'm so sorry," the cleric said softly, their voice filled with sympathy as they placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "He fought bravely, but his injuries were too severe."

I nodded numbly, unable to find the words to express the depth of my sorrow. Fennis may have been misguided, but he was still my grandson, and his loss weighed heavily upon my soul.

As I stood there, surrounded by the echoes of grief and loss, I vowed to do whatever it took to bring those responsible to justice. No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice, I vowed that I would not rest until I brought the perpetrators of this heinous crime to justice and restored the peace of our city once more.

 I strolled towards the boys, who were awake. They all looked at me with shame written in their eyes. I clench my hands a bit. “Tell me what happened.” I say. The boys all shared a look.

 “The orc man… he… uh… We were walking home when we heard the cries of the Cas- I mean Cade… He was trying to force himself onto her- them.” He rubs his arm. I bit my tongue, knowing not to chew him out about the misgendering. He didn’t seem to be trying to.

 “What else happened?” I pressed. The boy closed his eyes. “We didn’t want to see… them get assaulted, so we tried to stand up to him but it sent him into a violent rage and he hurt us… then he uh… I think I heard the scream of… cade… He kidnapped them…” He finished.

 My blood began to boil as I turned on my heels. I don’t know what the hell happened with Kael. but he went mad… He will pay for his crimes.