The statue and gold-bars were taken deeper in the Unprotected Wilderness by the members of the troupe and they began scouting for a carriage to carry the cargo back to The Red Flux. The initial idea was to bury the items and leave one of the Flux to watch over the area until the rest of them could arrive back from the Flux campsite with ample means of transportation. However, because the cumbersome nature of the Aer Festival, it was made very easy to steal a small buggy and a couple of horses from slumbering wanderers.
Fireworks went off into the night as they made their leave, a commemoration, to some, of the Aer Festival and the finishing touches to King Harries' speech. To them, however, it offered condolences for the broken hands, arms, ribs, and severed necks. A well worthwhile grand finale that didn't startle Copé this time as he heard it. They shot off into the sky and broke away like little falling stars. Far more visually appealing at night.
The arrival back to The Red Flux was met with welcomed arms. Lukas' mother Mirai and little-sister Ansh hugged him, and he, though shattered, feigned a smile.
The rest of the Flux clapped and hollered with signs of admiration, taken by the beaten wounds dressing each member. A large statue and some goldbars, not the biggest, nor the most ground-breaking of heists, but a survived heist. Copé ventured out from the wagon and off to the side, standing by Father Toucan Veras, who seemed aware, without having to ask, that all had not gone according to plan.
His father wore a long, black cloak that went over most his torso, very neat and clean. Contrasting from Copé's dirt-riddled leggings and stained brown shirt.
“How's your hand?” He asked Copé, whose hand was a complete blackish purple, resembling someone who had contacted frostbite.
“It's been worse,” Secrat lied, albeit thinking back to when daddy dearest stomped on his hand and broke in the first time.
Father Toucan Veras chuckled like the evil sadist Copé always suspected him to be and walked over to Samuel.
Veras wouldn't be chuckling once Samuel Syi informed him of the countless murders and of Taison's death.
He didn't, either.
Soon after, everything fell back into calmness, smaller and less reckless. A venture out into the Whispey Deserts brought fortune from the gold-bars and the Statue of Livius Reid. They even tried to sell the Sword of Charles Tertius, but it was labeled “fake” by merchants. “Seems about right,” remarked Father Toucan, tossing the sword back to Secrat Copé, though nothing else came of it.
Copé was made an Elite Thief. With Lukas Lewis' indiscretion, he felt himself unjustified in his hatred for The Thief and relented. Though, it was through the help of Copé's exploitation of the fact that such realization was come to.
Back again, in time, Copé aimed his eyes at the night. Copé had enemies, ... many of them. Ones who wanted him dead. But, in the grand-scheme, stars is all they were. Nothing more, and nothing less.
He'd face them, undoubtedly. In time. Stars in the sky sure to fall. In time.
Such was life. But The Thief would be more than that. Special. Unique. Phenomenal.
Secrat Copé would be The Moon.
The Red Flux & the Wunderkind THief
Chapter One (1 - 2 - 3)