AN: Here it is folks. The revision of Farewell Marshall. Under a new name. A new direction. But still hopefully in the same spirit. Now, for the first few chapters we're going to be building up the life of Marshall and Travis (I kept the human name) before they interact with each other and we see the big main difference between this fic and the old one. Now, I won't try to make it obvious what it is that Travis and Marshall are meant to do in this fic, like I said it will have the same emotional train I had planned, but also action.

Disclaimer: I Don't Own Paw Patrol.

A train whistle blew as it began to rush out of the mountain tunnel and headed towards a nearby port city known as Costal; the last stop for this particular travel. Costal City was well known for its sea resort, fishing imports, boat expositions, and some of the most beautiful beaches in America. For one young teenager who was seventeen it was like looking at an old friend after years of seperation. He had long black hair which often made people wonder if he was some rock star, but he couldn't play an instrument to save his life. He wore a black jacket with blue flames on the back along with black pants and sneakers. It was a bit interesting to note that despite his look, you would never paint him for a rich or well educated kid. But he was, and now it was time for him to put it all into good use.

Travis Lugna sighed upon seeing the city he once called home. It had been years since he saw it, preferring to tour Europe or other parts of America during his summer breaks. Although he had kept in touch with some he knew in the city, he held no desire to live in it until he felt he was ready. He need to train, both physically and mentally for the task he was burdened with. He swore to wait on returning until he felt ready.

And at last he felt like it was time.

The train grew closer as Sirus Island could be seen from the distance, despite being at least five hundred miles away. The island that was said have every type of landscape imaginable from polar ice caps to an actual jungle. It was still debated among scientists' on how such an island can exist, but to this day it remained a mystery.

Travis had only ever visited the island once... and it was the worst memory in his entire life. It was when he lost everything… and vowed to become stronger as a result. He clutched a pendent around his chest that showed a flaming Celtic Trinity. It was more then just a symbol, it was the key to a legacy he had to uphold.

However, he wondered if he could do so without a partner.

"We will be arriving in Costal City in about twenty minutes."

Sighing, Travis picked up his single duffel bag and prepared to move.

After arriving at the train station, Travis quickly made his way through the crowds and step foot into his home city for the first time in nearly six years. The skyscrapers were not as big as the ones back in NYC, but they were still impressive. The smell of the sea nearby felt very familiar to him, almost nostalgic as it was years since he smelled this sea. A small smile tug his lips as he took a deep breath and breathed it in.

Home… I'm finally home…

"Master Travis!" shouted a voice making the young adult blink.

He turned to the street where a butler with hair as silver as the blade stood in attention. His hair was smoothed back and his small goatee was even pointer then that of a feathered pen. Despite his looks, he was well built and taller then most men despite being dressed as a butler. Travis noticed the goatee and resisted the urge to laugh. "Still haven't gotten rid of that beard, huh Rodrick?"

"You father happened to have liked my beard. He said I looked cool and, as such, I intend to keep it that way," said the butler as he walked forward and shook the young man's hand. The shaking lasted only a few seconds longer until Travis decided to screw proper manners and hug the aged man. "It's been too long, Master Travis."

"Same here, Rodrick," whispered Travis, embracing the man who had been like a second father to him.

After the finished hugging, Rodrick guided the young master to a black sedan where they soon took off down the road. Glancing at the buildings, trying to see what was new or not, Travis asked, "So why Master Travis and not Master Lugna?"

"I assume you wish to keep your identity a secret for now," said Rodrick while he drove on. "The entire city is already buzzing about your arrival. Everyone from the press to the mayor wishes to meet you."

"Tell them I'm not interested," muttered Travis, scoffing. "I'm here because I need to take up my father's mantle. Nothing more."

"Yes, but you do know that the Fire Pup Exposition will be taking place in a few days in town, yes?" asked Rodrick.

Travis sighed, already knowing what Rodrick was hinting at. "I know that already. I know that I need a proper partner to do this… but how can I have another dog when I lost the one I knew I was meant to work with…"

"It's been six years, Master Travis," said Rodrick with a hint of regret in his voice. "There is no point in waiting for the dead. They wait for us."

"I know…" whispered Travis, biting his lip. "Can… Can we go visit them before we head to the mansion?"

"Of course, sir."

And with that the sedan made a U-Turn.

Although Rodrick offered to come with his young master, Travis said he was old enough to be on his own. Moving through the hundreds of gravestones, Travis stopped before five large graves. Holding flowers for each one, he went over to the first two:

Here Lies Luther Lugna

Beloved Father And Hero of Costal City

"Is Misneach an tine go luíonn i dúinn uile."

Rest In Peace

Here Lies Malory Lugna

Beloved Mother And Wife

Rest In Peace

"Hey, Dad. Hey, Mom," greeted Travis as he placed two of the bouquets of flowers. "I'm back." He wiped the tear from his eyes as he looked down at the stones. "I'm back… like I promised. I learned what I could to prepare myself, but…" He closed his eyes and sighed. "I don't know if I can do this. I wish either of you were here to help me… but that's impossible now." Taking one of his hands, he gently caressed the pendant around his neck. The one that had been passed down from generation to generation, each doing their duty as was given to them by Saint Patrick himself.

And through him, the duty given to them by God.

He then got up and made to the next two headstones. Unlike the previous two, there were no humans buried under hear. But rather two dalmatians he once considered family.

Here Lies Axel

Beloved Dog and Beloved Partner

"Aon duine , go mbeadh sé fear nó madra seastáin , ina n-aonar i bás"

Rest in Peace

Here Lies Bella

Beloved Dog and Beloved Mate

Rest in Peace

"Hey, you two," whispered Travis as he placed two more bouquets. "Most people wouldn't probably go out of there way to honor a pair of dogs like you. But you two were special. You… you were like my uncle and aunt." He lowered his head and shook it. "I know you told me to find him… but I couldn't… I tried so hard… but there wasn't a single part of him left. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He pressed his hand against the stone of Axel. "I know you dreamed of him and me replacing you… but it looks like I have to go at it alone."

And then there was the last one. The last stone which made him fall to his knees and weeping tear that showed no sign of stopping. Every memory he had of this one pup, every waking moment he had was filed with regret over his inability to save him. This was more then just a pup who was named on this stone, this was his best friend, his brother, the one he was suppose to share life and death with in the duty they had sworn to do together when they were young.

He didn't even have a body to mourn. Just a empty casket.

Here Lies Marshall

Beloved Pup and Beloved Son

Rest in Peace

"Marshall…" whispered Travis as he placed the bouquet and just cried.

It took him a full hour to get back to his sedan.