Tracer sped to the sandy shore,
favouring her injured leg. Thousands of onlookers had amassed to
watch the pivotal contest. But she was in no mood to deliver victory
speeches. Embracing her overwhelmed friends one by one, Onyx approached
to assist her.
way cousin," she directed, moving deeper into the crowd. They
stopped as they reached Mother's former body-guard.
yours," Tracer informed Fiasco, presenting him with Ops.
be running the Palace from now on. I'll even let you keep the blacklights,"
she jested. "Just lose the white for Onyx's
sake. I hate hearing him complain..."
we'll be visiting often."
lead your tribe into the future. You're the only one I'll be able
your highness. Thank you."
don't let my friends call me 'your highness'. The name's Tracer."
Fiasco bowed. "It
would be an honour.... Tracer. But I am a little confused, and forgive
me for asking, but won't the Guild just reverse your decisions in favour
of ‘them’ controlling the Palace?"
cuz you see it's finally time Father stepped down. And let his little
girl run D'ver City."
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