WINDFALL: An Entry Point AU

Part 1: OVERTURE

You and Rose had fled away after crumbling Halcyon to ash. Jackdaw and Sparrow had gave you assistance to flee the country and hide under new identities, though you two very much remember each other by name... Rather, you remembered her true name, but not vice versa. All you had left her with was your code name:

(This is entirely self determined by the way, you can write it down on a notepad or something if you want to remember it. Basically similar to Y/N except it's cooool.)

Now, you two were on the road in the Norwegian countryside. Why Norway? Cause nobody would bother to check in Norway.

Rose had thrown her jacket to the back of the Volkswagen van, fallen asleep in the passenger seat, shades on top of her head, eyes shut. You were simply focused on driving. Your next stop would be a remote cabin a few miles in a forested area.

You glanced at Rose, her face softened in sleep, the faint rise and fall of her chest a quiet reassurance amidst the chaos that had driven you both here. The shades perched atop her head glinted slightly, catching the light—an almost fragile contrast to the fierce determination you'd seen in her eyes days ago.

The weight of Halcyon's destruction lingered, tucked into the crevices of your mind, mingling with the echoes of voices long silenced. Jackdaw's cryptic advice before you left—"trust nobody else but yourselves and each other"—repeated like a mantra, though you weren't entirely sure what it meant yet.

But you couldn't determine the meaning before you were already there.

Your slightly aggressive braking jerked Rose out her sleep, grumbling before her eyes fluttered completely open.

"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead." You mutter.

"Ah. We're here?" Rose mumbled, unbuckling her seat belt and stepping onto the dirt road. Shortly you followed her, and examined the decent hut in the middle of a tree patch.

"It's something," you mutter, "Jackdaw really wanted to set us up for success."

"Yeah." Rose nodded.

The cool Norwegian air nipped at your face as you stepped out of the van, the faint scent of pine and damp earth grounding you in this new refuge. The cabin loomed ahead, modest and weathered, its timber exterior scarred slightly by time and the elements. It wasn't much, but it was a shelter—more than you'd had in days.

Rose stretched, her arms arching over her head, the faintest wince betraying lingering aches from your frantic escape. She glanced around, sharp eyes scanning the tree line with residual caution before softening as they met yours.

"Doesn't look like much," she murmured, "but it'll do."

You nodded silently, retrieving the duffel from the van's back, its weight a constant reminder of both your past and the fragile future ahead. As you approached the cabin, the door gave an ominous creak, revealing a sparse interior: a rough wooden table, two mismatched chairs, and a fireplace with ashes long cooled. You could quickly set up some lights and some electricals up, maybe with a generator, though the nearest town was around 40 minutes away, not to mention the fuel and greenhouse gases, but the amount of bodies both of you had stacked up wasn't really much to make you both concerned about pollution. You agreed to get some lighting in by the end of the week, but the fireplace should work for now.

At night, you both started an outdoor fire, pulled out some fold out chairs, and sat by the flames, occasionally trading glances at each other. Finally, Rose was the one to break the silence over crackling ember.

"So, this is who we would be if we never joined Halcyon, huh?" She scoffed, "not criminals, not outlaws... this was the other path?"

"What do you mean?" You say, leaning back in your chair and folding your arms.