Episode Three, Part 5:
Sol

Wynn wasn't sure if he regretted what he had said, or if he was just relieved to have finally defended himself to Sol. Out of everything in this world, she, without doubt, left him with the most questions. One minute it seemed that she despised him, the next held some sort of peace with him being there, then she could barely tolerate him again. His mind raced to keep up to her, along with everything else he was having to understand, but he kept stumbling behind.

Wynn stayed in his place for a while, his gaze lost to the mountains beyond the camp. He understood how Sol said it helped to clear her head as Wynn was finally beginning to feel the first moment of still he had in days; his heart, for the other matter, could never forget the damage that had already been done. 

As time passed and the sky continued to darken on the distant sights, Wynn became distracted by the ever-growing sound of commotion somewhere in Basilisk. Since being on the ground - even if only for a matter of days - Wynn could already feel himself changing. However, the abundance of curiosity had remained with him despite most of his former self having been ripped away, and he followed the noise, somehow already knowing it would lead him back to Sol. 

After crossing the campgrounds, Wynn found himself at the Sovereigns' Quarters for the second time that day. It was heavily surrounded by guards - something which Wynn wasn't sure was due to what was unfolding inside, or because of his trespassing earlier in the day. And whilst he knew that he should copy everyone's lead and not hover near the building, he couldn't satisfy another unanswered question that was sure to linger in his mind all long - and that was almost as unbearable to face as the empty bed in his tent which previously belonged to Ares. 

 So Wynn stood in place for a moments, considering his timing and trying to figure out if there was any hope at sneaking inside for the second time that day; if there was, he knew he wouldn't be too confident in Basilisk's security. 

As he began to doubt his chances at making it inside, someone approached the guards and was swiftly greeted by them. It was the girl Wynn knew from the medic tent. 

"Aeryn!" He called out without thinking, jogging forwards until he reached her. He hoped that he could sneak in with her or pretend that he was there for whatever reason she was, but the guards were quick to block his path and make it clear to Wynn that he wasn't welcomed inside. 

"Woah, calm down. I just came to see what was happening. Is Riverly inside?" He asked, trying to play dumb to their obvious concern. He was already wondering if he had developed a reputation for himself in his short time at Basilisk, and he didn't have to think hard about what it would be. 

"You're not getting in there, kid," one of the guards said, turning to another with an amused sound. Meanwhile, Aeryn stood awkwardly between them and the door, having every right to leave the situation, but unable to bring herself to, even in spite of the lack of words she could think to say to Wynn. 

"What? Why am I not allowed in there?" He put an emphasis on himself - a bad move on his part. 

"We know where you're from; you're not one of us." 

"Yeah, you're not a Basilisk," one of the other guards chimed in. 

Their words crushed Wynn. He knew his chances of entering were distinguished then, but it suddenly wasn't about that anymore. And if he were to remain rational and collected, the guards would soon forget what they had said about him, but Wynn wouldn't. He was terribly angry at the world for finding him, only to reject him from it. 

Unable to control his emotions, Wynn stepped closer to one of the guards - his face mere inches away and canvasing all of the rage he was feeling. "You know nothing about where I'm from-" 

"And you know nothing about this place," the man responded, turning to his fellow guard as he laughed, before adding, "as I said, not a Basilisk." 

Wynn couldn't comprehend why their exclusion of him hurt so badly, but it did. Perhaps it had something to do with all the un-confronted agony festering under his skin and how he knew he was helpless to doing anything about it . Still, despite Sol not yet having taught him an awful lot about fighting, Wynn was certain that he could put some of his lessons to good use. 

As his hand formed to a fist at his side, someone appeared from the entrance to the Quarters, coming to stand beside Aeryn. It was an older man - his beard slightly greying around the edges of his face, and his stance was towering and intimidating, and not because he was on a step higher than everyone else.  

"Ellery, Adair," he addressed the guards. "What's going on? I'm trying to supervise the Imitation, but all anyone can focus on is you guys out here." 

"This kid was tryna' sneak in," one of them answered. "It seems he wanted a fight as well, Sovereign." 

The man looked over to Wynn, yet to introduce himself. It seemed as though he was preparing to demonstrate his fierce authority over him, but he hesitated for a moment before eventually offering a smile his way. 

"Ellery; he's part of the Bunker Clan, correct?" He asked one of the guards. 

"Yes, Sovereign. That's why we didn't let him inside." Ellery answered. 

The older man debated his options for a moment before gesturing at Wynn. "You," he said. "Follow me." 

Three // Part Five
He was terribly angry at the world for finding him, only to reject him from it.

17/08/22.