MacLeod: The Dark Morning Sky: Now Boarding: Ship Bound for Memory Lane

Revan MacLeod stepped onto the airship bound for Vale, knowing he would leave the beautiful mountains and rolling hills of of the Northern Kingdom. His childhood.

"Can't turn back now," he resolved. "I owe them that much."

He took an open seat by the window and waited for departure, removing his leather jacket and revealing his blue hoodie.

Besides, he thought to himself. Uncle Nolen already paid for my ticket.

"Attention," a male's voice sounded in the loudspeaker. "Weapons are to be sheathed or holstered and out of sight at all times. Thank you for your cooperation."

Revan tightly clutched his duffle bag's straps, reminded of the sharp sheet of hand-forged steel hidden within it.

"Departure in 5 minutes" was displayed on a screen.

Revan closed his eyes and listened. The conversations of dozens of people, the news report about the "Children of Grimm", the crying babies, hungry for--

The Children of Grimm.

Revan tuned out every other sound to listen for what the news had to say about the "unknown" gang of the Monsters of Man.

"There have been reports of outbreaks involving Ursa and Beowolves loose in the city.

"Speculators point to the, dubbed, "Children of Grimm", a terrorist group or underground mafia that, supposedly, have been harboring Grimm and releasing them into the city -- Sorry?

"Viewers, I am told that these sources have been proven false.

"However, police advise all citizens to arm themselves, if possible.

"Now in Sports..."

Revan felt his blood rise, heartbeat thump in his ears, and thoughts turn violent. His friend was waking up.

He began to tap in an interval of four.

''Boom Boom Boom Boom.

Boom Boom Boom Boom.

Boom Boom Boom Boom.

Boom Boom Boom Boom.''

Revan could feel his mind slip from consciousness, and he began to dream. He remembered what set him on this path.