I am almost back to my home when I hear someone drop quietly to the ground behind me.
"Whoever it is," I say, curling my fingers and feeling the comfort of my claws moving with them, "you can come out now. I know you're back there, and if you wanted to kill me, you'd have been smart enough to drop on top of me, not behind me."
"We aren't here to kill you," I hear as a response - the voice of a young girl.
"Yes. Ifrit, Ebony and Zell are with me too."
"So," I say as I turn around to face them, "You've finally figured it out."
"What?" Asks Camalot, folding her arms and looking suspicious.
I roll my eyes as I respond, "You've finally learned that Leader Young wants us all dead."
"How long have you known?"
"A while. Probably since he decided to take us out of the picture."
"Well," Ifrit says, "then you should know why we're here."