The Boat's motor hummed as they went further out to sea. Looming in the distance was a fortress. Air Supplina Island. A strange energy seemed to emenate from it, making the others tense. Bucciarati brought the boat to the pier, finding that there was another boat already there. A gondola with a strange pattern on it. "Looks like someone is home.," Mista commented. (Y/n) hopped off of the boat and looked around, "The gate is closed. I'll have to scale the wall." "Did you not hear me? Someone is here!," Mista fussed, "We don't know if they are friend or foe!" "Wrong. He's a friend. I met him many years ago.," the small pillar said and pointed to the turtle, "Get in. I'll carry all of you in." The group, sans Fugo, got into the turtle. (Y/n) picked the turtle up and tied it to her with some fabric she tore off of the table cloth. She used her little claws to grip the walls and scaled the fortress.
She felt a humming energy in the walls. A humming energy was nearby. The pillar girl climbed the wall and jumped down onto the stone tiles below. She took the turtle out of the makeshift harness and held it while looking around. There did not seem to be anyone there visually. But she felt a man with her horn. The little girl put the turtle down and tapped the shell.

"It's safe to come out.," (y/n) said to the team in the jewel. She felt movement in the shadows. Caesar was there. The first to emerge was Mista. Then the others emerged. Trish was left in the turtle to rest. "Welcome to Air Supplina Island. Home of the hamon training grounds. Pretty much the only thing that can effectively kill me.," the little girl said. The men looked around, the stone walls and large fortress, coupled with what the little girl said was unsettling. The little girl motioned the group to follow, she cut her eyes to the shadows. The movement of a man caught her eye. 'Just what is he doing?,' she thought to herself. The group followed the tiny yet ancient girl. Her small feet padded on the ground. Suddenly, she sensed a surge of energy and heard the familiar crackling of hamon.

"HAMON CUTTER!"

The girl jumped out of the way as the hamon charged bubbles flew towards them. The group was immediately on edge. Bucciarati and the others readied their stands. The plum haired pillar, however, started laughing. "This is not funny! There is an enemy!," Narancia yelled at the girl, "What happened to the friend?!" "He's testing you. He's always like this.," the little girl laughed. "Testing?," Bucciarati asked as bubbles surrounded the team, floating in the air. Seemingly harmless. Giorno reached out to touch the bubble in front of him. "I wouldn't do that if I were you.," he heard (y/n) say, "Try to find a way out of there without touching the bubbles." The little plum haired pillar picked up the turtle and carried it to the main building.
She watched the others try to find a way out of their predicament, she felt herself be picked up. The familiar soapy smell told her it was okay. A familiar voice greeted her as well, "Brought some friends here, (y/n)?" "Si.," the small child replied as the two watched the group. The gang was trying to get out of the bubbles without touching them. Some of the bubbles were touched and the members got a little shock from the hamon.

However, they did get out of the bubbles. They heard a clapping and saw a man walking towards them, a man with blond hair and green eyes. A small beard and mustache was on his face. He had the pillar girl on his shoulder. He was tall and pretty buff. We wore a casual outfit with a blue jacket over top. Mista Recognized him immediately, "You're, you're Caesar! Caesar Zeppeli! But you look young!" "Believe me, I'm much older than I look.," the blond laughed, "I'm sorry, but I had to see what you could do, especially since you were with (y/n). From what I can see, or lack thereof, you are stand users." "You know about stands?," Bucciarati asked. "Of course, her previous caretaker and his family have stands. So do her other friends. I even know about her ghosts.," Caesar replied, "If she led you here, she trusts you. And I welcome you all here."
Caesar looked over everyone, "Now, all of you know me, yet I don't know you." "My apologies, I am Bruno Bucciarati.," Bucciarati greeted, "This is my team." "Leone Abbacchio.," the yellow and purple eyed man said, "Pleasure to meet you." "I'm Narancia! Wow! You're famous and rich! How cool!," the violet eyed teen chirped. The gunslinger was next, "Guido Mista. But, you can call me Mista." Finally, Caesar looked to Giorno.

"My name is Giorno Giovanna. Pleased to meet you.," the blond teen spoke and bowed to his fellow blond. "You. You look familiar.," Caesar said, "Your face...". The Italian man stopped speaking as (y/n) whispered to Caesar. The Hamon user's face was shocked then hardened, "Is that so?" The little child whispered to him a little more before he sighed, "Fine. I won't. Please, everyone. Come. You need rest and a good meal." "Thank you for hospitality.," Bucciarati said to the Italian and bowed. "No, I should be thanking you, everyone was worried about (y/n).," Caesar said and looked up to the paled girl, "You disappeared two years ago after killing that serial killer back in Morioh. You are two years overdue for a checkup as well." The plum haired pillar was silent and pale as Caesar showed the gang where they could stay and told them the history of the place. About him and Joseph, the pillar men, the red stone of Aja and of Lisa Lisa. The pillar ghosts came out of hiding when they knew this was a safe place with a familiar face. After showing everyone around, the hamon user had to make a call.
The gang was in a modernly furnished sitting room. (Y/n) was sitting with Mista and Giorno. "Wow, Caesar is nice. He's also pretty strong.," Mista grinned, "Why did you not introduce us sooner?" "Sorry, Mista.," the little girl replied, "But I didn't know of you could control yourself around him." Mista gasped, playfully acting offended. "This place is kind of nice. It's like a castle!," Narancia exclaimed in happiness, "So cool!" Bucciarati and Abbacchio were quiet. As of Contemplating. Caesar returned, "Which one of you adopted (y/n)?"

Bucciarati held his hand up, "I did." "I must thank you for taking care of her.," Caesar said and bowed toward Bucciarati. "You mentioned a 'we' earlier. Who were you mentioning?," Abbacchio asked. "Her previous caretaker and his family. Due to circumstances, they are no longer able to take care of her. Mostly because of their ages and also from Avalon.," the Hamon user said, "Her stand has an insane grudge against the Joestars." The little girl hopped up and went out of the room before looking back in after hearing Bucciarati call her. "Where are you going?," the black haired man asked. "Avalon, I promised to let him out so he can stretch his wings.," the little girl answered and ran outside to let them talk. She felt one of the gang members follow her. Giorno. The little girl walked to the training island to get away from everyone.
(Y/n) felt her body lighten a little as her stand emerged. The face of her father turned stand made her feel better. She held up her little hands and hugged his neck after he got close enough. Avalon held his bladed wings around the little girl, careful to not hurt her. The peace was shattered when Avalon let go of her and turned around. His bladed wings at the ready towards the trespasser of their peaceful moment.

Giorno's green eyes were wide at the sight of the stand. The red and angry eyes of the stand burned right into Giorno. Avalon's sudden hostility made the blond teen step back. "You were not supposed to see him.," the little girl said before looking to her Stand, "Don't hurt him. No matter his parentage, he is not like that." "He stinks of that bloodline.," Avalon hissed. "What bloodline? What are you keeping from me?," Giorno asked and stepped forward, "I need to know." "It's not the right time to tell you. I don't know if you can handle it.," the little girl replied, "But... I'm sorry if I made you think I hated you. I could never hate you." Avalon landed and stood over his user in a protective stance. Giorno understood that this was a stand with sentience, one with a malevolent personality that contrasts his user's benevolence. However, it made no sense that the stand was male while the user was female, unless there was a reason.
Avalon looked to the gate that went to the walkway that led to the main island, It was Ivory and Santana. Giorno stepped aside for Ivory to go past him and hug Avalon. The stand made no attempt to escape from the ghost woman. Santana knelt in front of the stand and the child. Giorno, having seen the mysterious stand and the family, left. He still did not have the answers he wanted. He passed by Caesar, who was walking to the training ground. The hamon user was walking to talk to the child. Giorno went to see where everyone else was. He found that they were at the guest rooms, deciding what beds they were going to use.

"Meeting a celebrity, being allowed to stay in a fortress, having a good meal, this is good fortune!," Mista cheered. Abbacchio sighed, "It's from knowing (y/n). Don't forget, we're still being hunted by the boss's personal guard." "Well put, Abbacchio. We cannot relax too much.," Bucciarati said. "Look what I found! Some weird old clothes and a mask!," Narancia said and held up the things he found, "I wonder if these are Caesar's? They were in one of the guest rooms." "Better leave those alone, Narancia.," Abbacchio told the younger gang member, "Giovanna, choose a room you want. But stay away from mine." Giorno nodded and walked to look for a room, he saw one of the ghosts walking around, Wamuu. "Wamuu, was it?," the blond teen asked and got the ghost's attention.
"Is there something you need, Giorno?," the ghost warrior asked. "Did you know about the stand (y/n) has?," the blond teen asked. "Of course. We all know and revere him.," Wamuu answered, "Why do you ask?" The blond teen looked at him, "Why is she unable to use him for battle?" "It is not that she is unable to, but more to preserve those around her. Avalon has a deep seated hatred for humanity while (y/n) adores humans. If left unchecked, he would create a massacre.," Wamuu explained, "Lady (y/n) keeps him in check." "But that would mean that she hates humanity as well. Stands are a manifestation of the soul.," Giorno said, "Sh-" "Avalon is not (y/n)'s soul. He is her father's. His real name is Kars.," Wamuu spoke and looked at the window, "You've been fighting for a long time. Humans do not have the stamina we do. You need to rest and eat."

After choosing their beds, the gang went to fill their empty stomachs. Caesar had made them a meal with help from Ivory. Finally sitting down to eat, they were able to relax a little more. However, it was kind of hard to relax when being stared at by an apex predator. Even if he was dead, Santana stared at the group with an unnerving gaze, like he was a predator seeking prey. Caesar welcomed the gang to use the showers and baths if they needed it, even offering to let Trish use his master's old room. Bucciarati thanked Caesar for his kind offer, "Thank you. We just might have to after you made such a generous offer." "But if you leave tomorrow, I need you to leave (y/n) here, specialist doctors are coming to see her.," Caesar replied, "Speedwagon foundation doctors." The child froze for a second after he mentioned the Speedwagon foundation.
(Y/n) whined a bit, "I hate needles." "What for? You heal almost instantly.," Mista said. "Its... things... under my skin that should not be there.," the little girl replied. This got snickers from the others before they continued eating. "We can wait for a bit. But we don't want to intrude more than necessary.," Bucciarati said and placed his hand on top of the child's head. "You're not intruding, to tell you the truth, it's kind of lonely being out here since I retired.," Caesar replied and took a sip of the special wine that Ivory brought, "You're welcome to stay as long as needed. To new friends." Caesar raised his glass. The others raised their glasses, "Friends."