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Valda had no idea what the hell that Apollodora was going on about. Fixing the timeline and what not just sounded insane, considering the fact that time travel wasn't exactly a thing she'd think was around. Not to mention her going on about goodwill? Considering how screwed up most things were for the royal family at this rate, most of the goodwill that Valda had towards people was gone. Especially considering how the hell Amarantha had been treating them recently. There was no reason why Valda would trust anyone.

"Goodwill? Ha! Clearly you've never met anything or whatever that tends to happen around here, since no idiot who did would say something like that. You need to give me a reason to believe a word that is coming out of your mouth. Things haven't exactly been the best here recently, so just blindly trusting a stranger is literally the dumbest thing I have ever heard. Not to mention fixing the timeline? That just sounds weird or whatever!"

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Sylvi's eyes grew wide when the roof of their room came off. Unlike Tate, she still wasn't entirely sure what to think about everything involving the gods that she grew up hearing stories of. She huddled close to Tate, unsure of really what else to say, considering she was just told that they were going to Asgard again. Having gone there once before back at Myth's and Bruce's wedding, but that was about it. This, this was something that she would never get used to.

"I wouldn't call Nova a witch Tate, especially if you want her help... Remember, she's essentially got the temperament of a child, so if you insult her she might not help sadly... It's a little weird trying to understand how her mind works sometimes," Bruce said to Tate, shaking his head slightly at him. He knew that Tate didn't care much for him or his family on Asgard, but if he wanted their help he might want to try actually being a bit nicer to them in general.

When Heimdall opened up the Bifrost, Sylvi was not sure what to really do. As last time she had been to Asgard, she hadn't exactly traveled via the Bifrost, so the rainbow colors and rush of light was a bit new to her. Once they landed in Asgard, and Heimdall welcomed them, she turned to look over at Tate. "So... Where is this person who might be able to help us or whatever?" she asked softly, looking over at Bruce. One thing was for sure, she was definitely glad that they didn't have to deal with the ghost yelling constantly in her ears.

"She's in the palace," Bruce responded simply, "And knowing her, odds are that she's still awake. Sometimes I wonder if she gets any sort of sleep at all. Thanks Heimdall," he then said, addressing the gatekeeper before he started heading towards the palace in the middle of Asgard. He wondered who else likely would be awake at this time of night, but knew that at the least Nova probably would be. Sometimes he wondered if her abilities gave her a lot of extra energy. It wouldn't surprise him if they did.

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Sága shook her head slightly. "You know so little of your own family tree," she mused, before considering the easiest way to explain this to Cuyler. "When my brother Odin was but a boy, he needed to drink the waters of Mimir to become the God of Knowledge - but those waters can only be consumed by those who have given up half of their sight... In exchange, they can see more clearly with one eye than they could before with two." The goddess then smiled slightly at the dog, before pulling a steak out of her pocket and she tossed it to Thia. "You have a fine beast."

She then turned her attention to Arnora. "Do you believe I would have done this any other way if it were not strictly needed? There are thousands if not millions of futures, some of them separated by as small a thing as giving Cuyler a choice to lose his sight... And aye, girl, it is about Ragnarok. I foresaw the end of our lands, the next turn of the cycle of time, and I have been searching for eternity for a way to prevent the forces of chaos..."

"If the boy drinks from the waters of Mimir, your people stand a chance of survival. If he does not... You will all perish at her hand."

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"I know..." he said quietly. There was one particular bit of Magyk that could be cast over the Dungeons, but it was a cruel process. The Magyk slowly sucked away at the spirit and life of the person incarcerated within them, eventually turning them from a vibrant and lively being into a husk of their former self. Some prisoners would scream that a black wraith was feeding off of their soul. He didn't like the use of that Magyk, but with some prisoners it was needed... And if they needed to subject Amarantha to the curse to keep the Castle safe, then so be it. He owed it to all of the innocent people living here who were in danger because of her.

Myrus departed the vault with his sister, coming out to spot his other sister, Valda, speaking with the rogue that had come with Amarantha. He could have let Ahote handle this all by himself, but Myrus had sentenced Amarantha to this fate - he felt he had to see it through. Besides, if he wasn't there and somehow Amarantha escaped, he would only have himself to blame for anyone who got hurt. Valda didn't seem to register they were there. "Valda, Ahote and I are taking her to the Dungeons... We'll lock her up with the curse," he informed his sister, before Myrus headed to the nearest staircase that would take them down to the lower levels.

Instead of taking the turn for the crypt as he had done so many times, he made a right. The halls were lit with torches and various guards were down here, having been assigned to ensure that no one would escape. They looked at Amarantha with confusion and then pity. Eventually, stopping outside the most wretched looking door of them all, Myrus opened it to reveal a deep pit with chains. "I can chain her," he told Ahote, offering him a chance to step back and not have to do this to his friend. The chains were where the curse was localized - whoever wore them would slowly be destroyed.

Meanwhile back up above, Apollodora sighed slightly, looking at Valda. What could she say to prove to her that she came from the future? She could tell her that she was the daughter of Arya Rincewind and the northern trader Cuyler, son of the All-Mother, but that would hardly convince Valda to believe her. No, she would have to supply some information that Valda hadn't told anyone yet, something that was common knowledge in the future. She paused for a moment, thinking, but she couldn't come up with something that wouldn't make things more complicated and confusing. "Aye, my story is a strange one... But I believe yours is matched in strangeness. I'm the daughter of Arya Rincewind. If you're worried about anyone ending the world... It's going to be my mother."

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Lord Hellfire looked on at Fleur with amusement, her words about the hatred her mother held for him causing a smile to tug at the corner of his lips. "Your mother forbade that I see you, daughter," he answered simply at first, before continuing to elaborate. "I loved power more than I loved her... A trait that I see you have inherited. As for our plans, they do not concern you. We have been ruling this world from the shadows since before the world was remade. The designs of your little coven do not concern us."

"Answer her question," Violet told the Lord Hellfire sharply. He didn't scare her, even with the purely wicked gleam in his eye each time he spoke. His eyes were hollow, as if the emptiness from where his soul once had been was growing larger with each and every moment. The air around him even felt wrong, as if each atom of his body was exuding a greater and greater darkness.

"Yes, the Way... I am afraid we are not responsible for those - the Ancient Ways connect us all through Magyk. Step through one and you will be transported across the world. And no, daughter, I did not use your Way... though one of our members, Esren, did." That name would have meaning for Fleur - Esren was Nera's birth name. Had Nera been working for this mysterious group the entire time? Had her love betrayed her after all?

"...That's how you move your army, then," Violet deduced. It made sense then how they were able to have power. Not even the most powerful wizards were able to Transport large groups on mass, especially across significant distances. But with the Ancient Ways, they could simply walk through a doorway and end up exactly where they needed to be, without giving their enemies the chance to prepare to strike. To have control over the Ancient Ways was to control the world.

"Yes, very astute Avenger," Lord Hellfire said, chuckling a little bit again. "Now, do you have more questions for me, daughter...?"

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The Rainbow Bridge...

Antonije kept a firm grip on Sylvi, his arm around her as they walked along the Rainbow Bridge. It was a steep drop into the waters below them if they were to fall off and he wasn't about to take any chances. His faith in Bruce's abilities was dismal at best, so he figured if they were to fall, Bruce would probably not notice they were dead for about two years or so. "She's a witch," Antonije argued. "A witchling, fine, but still a witch." He didn't care what Bruce thought, it was simple to him - Nova had strange abilities and she wasn't a full goddess, she didn't even have the title of goddess, so witch was the best she could come by.

Halley walked next to Myth, finding her company to be the most pleasant of those assembled. She still had Loki slung over her shoulder, letting the unconscious goddess be for the moment. It was far more pleasant than having her uncle aware to complain and whine. "I'm going to take Loki to the prison, you're welcome to join me if you wish - unless you would rather go with Bruce and the children to see Nova," she informed her sister-in-law. She had to imagine that Myth would prefer to attend to the children and then go collect her son from her own mother, Runa. New mothers were always especially fretful in her experience.

"You okay?" Antonije whispered into his girlfriend's mind. The Rainbow Bridge was excessively long, but they were nearing the end of it. At that point, they would just need to walk to the center of the city to reach the palace. He wasn't exactly going to complain about the distance, given that he had spent most of his life traveling and trying to avoid his adoptive mother Constance, but it still struck him as being a bit much. But then, the engineering side of his mind realized that this bridge was probably the minimum safe distance people could live from the awesome power of the BiFrost.

"We should go find Grandfather as well," Halley then realized, turning her attention to Bruce. "Is he at the Summer Palace?" she asked. Baldur tended to like to pretend that July never ended, that despite the November chill in the air it was still the time of warmth and relaxation. Her grandmother, Nanna, was rather the same way. It struck her as odd sometimes how such carefree and happy people could produce someone with as much internal turmoil as her mother Runa, but she supposed there was no reason why someone had to be exactly like their parents anyways.

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Cuyler’s head spun and the increasing pain he was feeling was not helping matters. The raw meat thrown at Thia enticed her enough to pick it up and carry it a short distance to tear at it in contentment. For who Sága was to him, he should have reason to doubt her. He hardly knew her but of legend and story and as he knew now, they had a tendency to lie of who the gods really were. There was so much he didn’t know, so much his mother hadn’t shown him. Why had she kept so much from him? All she did was train him in his power. Still, he felt compelled to believe in Sága. He didn’t understand how his role in drinking the waters was going to change the world’s fate but maybe if he did this, he would stand a chance at saving Arya as well. ”Where do we have to go?” There was determination within Cuyler’s voice. Clearly he had made his decision.
The pain in his eye didn’t subside and it was seriously blocking his thoughts and fraying at his nerves. Which may be one reason why he hastily agreed to a possible suicidal plan. ”Is there something we can do about this?” He gestured to his eye, only guessing at the horrid sight he probably looked with an arrow sticking out of his eye. He didn’t even know if he was bleeding from it as all he could feel was searing pain.

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Amarantha continued to hold her head up high even though defeat was coming. It took all of Amarantha’s control not to physically fight her way out of this. Even though she had accepted her fate, she was scared. The darkness, the isolation and not to mention the fact of where they were going. People had more than likely died down in the dungeons and if it were recent, that meant ghosts walked about. Amarantha feared ghosts. She never wanted to see one. It was why she never went into Lyra’s room after Puck had been killed. There were many deaths in Amarantha’s life, most at her hand and she didn’t want to face them in their after life.
Mryus informed Valda of where they were headed and then they were off. Mryus led them while Ahote brought up the rear. Two people guarding her as she was taken away. As they approached the dungeons, people Amarantha fought with and trained stood there, being ever vigilant. It was hard, seeing their faces go from shock to pity; hopefully Titan, would do well in her place. Or Apollodora if she was able to stick around. They stopped walking but Amarantha continued to stare ahead. She looked at the chains sitting in the middle of the pitted cell, measuring their length and their purpose. The curse Mryus spoke of. She wondered what it would feel like, if she would see anything, hear anything. While Mryus posed the offer to Ahote to chain up Amarantha for him, Amaratha stepped forward and into the cell. She walked over to the chains and knelt on the ground. Her combat gear shifted and sighed as she bent down to her final resting place and clamped one manacle on her wrist and then one onto the other. She looked up at the men standing in the doorway. ”Ahote, come and check these are tight please.” She twisted the manacles, taking on their weight and looked up, past Ahote and stared at Myrus. ”I trust you know what you are doing.”

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The walk to the crypts was a quiet one. There was an eerie silence between all of them and even the guards they passed as they watched their former leader walk to her prison. None of them knew what she was now as the royals and him had just found out what happened to Amarantha. Ahote would tell them, if the royals didn’t get to it first. The lights from the torches bounced off the rock walls around them, casting nasty shadows that seemed to take shape and form of creatures who would like the dark and dreary such as this place. Ahote wondered what this curse was and what it would do to Amarantha.
They reached their destination and Ahote looked to Mryus when he offered to chain her. Ahote thought a moment and in that moment, Amarantha walked into the cell and chained herself. He stared at her, feeling admiration and sadness for the now ex Commander. Strength even at her weakest point. There was still a fire in her soul even if it was considered dormant from her condition. Ahote nodded at Amarantha’s instruction and stepped into the dungeon. ”Va où tu as peur de marcher,” he said to her. It was a saying from his land that he often said to himself when he was about to embark on a new journey in his life. Whether that be travel, a battle or saying goodbye. Today, it was a blessing for Amarantha and a comfort for him.

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Luna stepped out of the vault as she looked over her shoulder as her brother Myrus and Ahote escorted Amarantha down the corridor towards where the family crypt was, as well as the dungeons. Luna looked down at the ground letting out a soft sigh, she hoped that there was a better way to treat her friend's condition. She of course would still try and visit her if she could, but knowing the curse that her brother mentioned as well wasn't going to be good either.

Luna turned and started to see her sister talking to the stranger that Amarantha had come with, and seeing the look on Valda's face as well, she was still really annoyed. Luna was pretty sure that they were arguing over the chains that they had found in the vault, and started to make her way over towards them. "Arya is dead though isn't she?" Luna asked, looking between the two of them she wasn't sure what to say as she looked at the chains her sister had for a moment.

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Arnora stared between both Cuyler and Saga as the goddess mentioned the story of Odin, she watched Thia moving away a bit and munched away at the food the goddess had given the animal. Cuyler seemed to be on board with the whole entire thing, and looked towards him with a concerned look. He had an arrow lodged into his eye socket as well. She wasn't sure if she would be able to follow him if he did agree to go with Saga, when the goddess addressed her.

Arnora wasn't sure if she could trust the woman to much, as she addressed her question as Arnora sheathed her sword, and shrugged slightly. "Well you could have just been up front instead of assaulting and nearly killing him." Arnora pointed out, she would have responded better if she didn't get suddenly attacked. But if it did have something to do with Ragnarok coming she looked towards her friend for a moment. "I guess it's your choice, but I think you already made up your mind." Arnora said towards him.

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Safely back in their home, Myth wanted to run to see her son, but she knew they had other pressing matters to attend to. Not the least of which was ensuring that their future did not turn into what they saw. And ensuring that her adopted son and his girlfriend were safe. She had handled the crisis before Bruce arrived, so perhaps it was his time to step up while she went with Hailey to bring Loki to prison. "Yeah, I'll help you."

She walked over to Antonije, brushing her hand over his cheek. "Everything will be ok. I will make sure of it. Be safe." She gave Sylvi the once over, still unsure of the girl, but if Tate loved her she would not treat her unkindly. She stepped over to Bruce, "Going to help your sister put Loki away. Can I leave you to help them?" She wanted Bruce to step up for Tate now, to show he cared about the boy.

She would go either way, but she wanted to be sure.

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Fleur chuckled lightly under her breath. "Like father, like daughter. That leaves a foul taste in my mouth. You see, my "little coven" as you like to call it, has done more to amass power and terrify the realm in which we occupy ourselves. We do not hide in the shadows, plotting our way to our goals. We take action, we charge forward. And I will become the ruler of that land and don't think me done after that. There is much I wish and there is never enough power. If I got that from you, at least I inherited something worthwhile."

Fleur didn't let the comment about Nera slide past her either. She would process that later. Hell, she would be back there soon enough. "Be that as it may, it is in a place it should not be. I do not know if your plans take you to my land, my home, but rest assured if they do, if any of your members set foot where I reign, I will see them swiftly dealt with. The only question I have for you, father, is what you intend to do now?" She expected a fight, or something else. This wasn't a loving parent-child relationship, it never will be. She trusted herself, but Violet was another matter.

And that comment about Bera still pissed her off.

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Valda had her arms crossed, looking at Apollodora. Nothing the girl was really saying made any sort of sense, not to mention she was just supposed to trust her off of not much information. "How dumb do you really think I am? Why is it that you just waltz in here and expect everyone to believe you and trust you? If you are from the future, then you would know why me trusting people is a really really bad idea. So how about you cut the whole "Oh trust me just because I told you to!" crap, since it is getting really annoying."

Then she heard something else that caused her to raise an eyebrow. The daughter of Arya Rincewind? That wasn't exactly possible, considering as Luna just so happened to mention, Arya was dead. As in deader then a doornail, so how could she have a kid? "Luna's right, even if I partially believed anything you said, which I definitely don't, Arya died, a while ago. So there is no way the person we need to stop is Arya Rincewind."

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Bruce nodded his head slightly at his sister, "It wouldn't surprise me if he was. I swear he just about is there every day, so yeah, he's likely there," he said simply, and turned his attention to Myth. "If you want to go with her, that's fine, you'll know where I'll be, seeing if Nova can do anything, and if not we'll maybe think of something else to do to help Tate's girlfriend, see you later then," he added, before he headed off towards the palace.

Sylvi turned to look towards Tate, hearing his words in her mind, and she thought for a moment. Was she really okay? All things considering, the answer was a really big hell no, since she was a vampire, something that wasn't a good thing, and was now on Asgard. Things were starting to blur together somewhat. "I honestly don't know Tate, nothing is really making sense to me anymore... I'm just really really confused..."

With that, she followed after Bruce, just sort of looking around at all of the buildings on Asgard, not too sure what else to really say. Eventually, they made it to where they were headed, the palace. Sylvi just looked at the building, it still seemed surreal to her, being in the kingdom of the gods that her people told legends and stories about. "...Wonder where the person we are looking for is or something..." she muttered softly to Tate.

"Nova? Are you in here?" Bruce asked, wandering around trying to find his sister. He knew that she was there, but he wasn't positive where exactly she was. "We need your help with something." That last sentence he hoped would be the one to at the very least draw her out of her hiding place, wherever she was. There was the sound of someone dropping from the ground nearby, and Nova poked her curly head around the corner, still holding onto her typical stuffed rabbit Mr. Bunny.

"Yeah Brucey? I'm here, and still awake, I tried to go to bed but I had a really bad nightmare, so I've been up forever... What do you need my help with? I see you brought a few Midgardians with you, aside from your wife or the twin speedsters of course..."

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"Hold onto the eye - you will need to give it to Mimir once we reach him," Sága explained. "Mimir's dwelling is known as Well of Urd... Located in the Asgardian sky." Some legends said that the gods would meet there for council meetings, others said that only those who were willing to sacrifice could meet with Mimir at the well and receive his wisdom. Regardless of the myth, one thing was clear - the Well of Urd was where the most sacred knowledge was kept and those who were worthy could access it. "Now, if one of you would ask Heimdall to open the BiFrost, we can be on our way..." Sága requested. She must have been traveling by other means over the years, as not even Heimdall had seen her.

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"As do I," Myrus answered Amarantha softly, as she hoped he knew what he was doing. He was determined to do the right thing for the Castle and his people - he couldn't see a way around locking Amarantha up, with the only alternative being to kill her. Maybe they would be able to find her a cure and restore her to what she once was... but for now, he couldn't think of her as Luna's protector - he had to view her as a weapon of evil. He fastened her chains tightly, in order to prevent an easy escape. Once they were on her, Amarantha would begin to feel her life force being slowly drained - a little bit of her power leaving her with each passing moment.

"...You are allowed one visitation," Myrus then decided, looking at Amarantha. "The guards will check on you once a a day to bring you meals - let them know when you have decided who you wish to have visit you. If you make any attempts to escape... you will be burned at the stake," he finished, his voice scarcely above a whisper. His hands were shaking - he didn't like this part of being royalty, but he had to do right by the Castle and that meant making the hard decisions no matter what.

Meanwhile back upstairs, Apollodora sighed slightly. She couldn't blame them for the confusion - the timeline had been altered and her mother seemingly died. Arya had put her faith in the wrong child to ensure that things operated smoothly. Of course, it was hardly surprising... Arya and Cuyler had always favored Rainbrook, adoring him and singing his praises for the Magykal deeds he could perform. Apollodora meanwhile had hard blue eyes, never showing any Magykal talent. She had to carve a name for herself without any legacy to fall back upon.

"Arya Rincewind is not dead - tell me, did you ever find a corpse?" she asked Princess Luna. She only half listened to Queen Valda, not really caring for the little tantrum she was throwing. They were rather hung up on the fact that everyone believed Arya was dead and she decided they just needed to see proof then. "Take something of the ExtraOrdinary Wizard's and cast a locator spell - you'll see that she still draws breath, she just doesn't know who she is... and that's exactly what makes her dangerous."

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Fleur's father smirked at her slightly. "You say that your Coven has amassed power, but within two decades time will they remember you? I think not," he chided. "Your efforts will be undone by the heroes... They always can face the threats that they can name - it is only in the shadows that you can both hold and keep power, my child." However, he could not help but be proud of her ambition - he saw himself in her. She wanted to rule a country, maybe even the world - had he not been the same when he was her age? Was he that different now?

"I have already made my move, daughter..." he answered her, not offering more as to what he was going to do now. He wasn't about to tell her his entire plan, even if she was his flesh and blood.

Violet was skeptical of this entire situation. She didn't know if it was true or not that this demon was Fleur's father, but she knew evil when she saw it and he was pure evil. "With all due respect, as you two are related... He's too dangerous to leave alive, think of what he could do to the world... what he might have already done," she whispered to her ally. She wasn't going to attack the Lord Hellfire without hearing Fleur's thoughts on the matter. She would come and kill him another day if Fleur preferred to spare him for now. She wasn't about to rob a child of her father, at least not right in front of her.

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Antonije stared at Myth for a second, as if deciding whether or not to accept her care and affection - his chin then wobbled and a few tears escaped from his eyes as he nodded. "Okay," he murmured, trying to believe her words but a part of him was still afraid. He didn't know how he could help Sylvi and he didn't know if any of these gods knew how to as well. None of them had been able to bring back his parents from the dead, after all, and Bruce had almost failed in rescuing Marya and Medea from their Coven.

"Excellent, we'll be off then," Halley said. The prison was located below the Palace, meaning that once they reached the Palace she turned down the corridor with Myth and headed down to the dungeons. The prison was guarded by a small group of Asgardian soldiers, with each cell closed off by a yellow energetic barrier. No one had ever been able to escape it in the history of Asgard. Approaching an empty cell, Halley set Loki down inside and then pressed a switch, sealing the God of Mischief inside.

"I see you've brought another soul for me to guard," Forseti, the God of Justice and Retribution, commented with a smirk as he wandered on over to Myth and Halley. He was Runa's older brother, imprisoned for thousands of years for crimes against the multiverse... it was only recently that he had been reinstated to his old positions of running Asgard's justice system. "What was Loki's crime this time?"

"Loki is being held for questioning by the All-Mother," Halley informed her uncle. She crossed her arms, not exactly thrilled to see him... While Asgard may have forgiven Forseti for what he had done, she didn't. She couldn't forgive something so horrible and drastic, something that went against everything they stood for... It had taken a team of Midgardians to stop him, bringing even greater shame to the House of Odin.

"You can't hold people in my prison simply because you dislike them, niece," Forseti warned darkly. "You'll have to release Loki."

"No, I will not."

Meanwhile back upstairs, Antonije was looking at the little demigod skeptically. She looked incredibly small and sleepy to be an all powerful being capable of healing Sylvi of her vampirism. The extremely filthy stuffed bunny she had by her side hardly helped matters, just adding to the perception that she was just a little kid that wouldn't be able to help at all. His eyes flickered over to Bruce and he kept a strong hold on Sylvi. "I need you to help her," he told Nova. "A vampire turned her..."

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Luna listened to her sister for a moment, she was getting pretty irritated now by the looks of it and sighed slightly before looking over at Apollodora. She really wasn't magykically trained in anything so she wouldn't be able to do it, she rubbed her shoulder slightly and sighed a little bit. The woman did have a point there wasn't a body at all to find, but then again it could have been burnt completely away as well without a trace to. Luna didn't step foot to much into the Wizard's Tower either so she wouldn't even know if there was a ghost in there or not.

"Lets just entertain her a little bit Valda, and see if she is telling the truth." Luna suggested as she stared at her sister whether or not she would actually listen to her or not was still up to her. She did always try and listen to everyone around her as well, as Luna then started to think about Amarantha down in the dungeons alone, she just hoped she would be alright until they found a way to cure her.

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Arnora stared at the messed up eye where the arrow was, she was pretty sure that there wasn't much of an eye there anymore at this point. "If there is even an eye left, he can always have the other." Arnora said jokingly turning to Saga wondering how she actually did get around and why she was asking one of them to bring them all to Asgard. She looked around the area for a moment and then looked up at the evening sky, and started to call out for Heimdal to bring them all up to Asgard now.

"Hey Heimdal, got four that need to come up." Arnora said, while looking at everyone who was there before the Bifrost opened up, and they were all sent up. Still she couldn't get enough of traveling around like that, Arnora took a moment and admired the golden dome that they were in again. "I should go and meet up with Halley unless you two need me for something?" Arnora asked looking at Cuyler and Saga.

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”He wants my eye? Excellent,” Cuyler said and made an attempt at rolling his eyes which was an idiotic thing to do. He cried out and couldn’t even grab the area of the source of pain. ”The next time I shoot someone with an arrow, I’m going to appreciate the pain of it a little more.” Cuyler cursed as the nausea seemed to surge and he doubled over, trying not to lose what was in his stomach.
The bifrost opened up and they were all transported up, Thia included with her meal in tow. Cuyler dropped to his knees once they were back on Asgard. He couldn’t stand the pain much longer and was ready to just rip the thing out with his bare hands if he had to. ”What? Don’t want to watch me hand over my eye to some random,” Cuyler managed to get out. Sure if Arnora wanted to leave and continue on with the original mission she could or she could stick around and come with them. Maybe Cuyler would need the emotional support.

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Amarantha locked eyes with Mryus, weighing his words and nodded. The manacles on her wrists sealed closed and she could instantly feel the curse seeping into her skin and into her bones. She took a deep breath and shut her eyes while Myrus relayed his offers. She chuckled darkly. ”I believe what are now considered meals for me is the whole reason you are locking me in here Prince Mryus,” she opened her eyes and they shone their brilliant ice blue for a moment. ”I will let them know in the morning if I would desire a final visit from someone.” Amarantha shut her eyes again as the weight of the curse wove its way into her being.
With her added supernatural ability, the wearing of her life force would not be nearly as fast Amarantha imagined but it still didn’t feel pleasant. She focused on her past trainings in order to make the process seem less evasive. As she meditated she also thought of who she would like to see. Titan, to ensure he knew exactly what he was doing and wouldn’t mess up keeping the royals safe. Ahote maybe, to ensure he stayed with the royals and didn’t leave. Mryus needed a friend now more than ever with all the responsibility he was now taking on. Apollodora maybe to see about her future, what it was like for Amarantha. Then there was Luna as well. Now that was a hard one. Amarantha wasn’t certain she wanted Luna seeing her even more degraded than she already had.

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Ahote watched his friend while he tightened the manacles. As Myrus’s voice shook, Ahote laid a steadying hand on his shoulder. The burden Mryus carried, Ahote could only imagine. He had his own burdens back home from being a leader from a prominent family but each village, each country had their own problems and none could be compared to the other. Ahote looked back at Amarantha, listening to her words. It was true, they didn’t need normal sustenance vampires so what would Mryus do. Give her raw meat perhaps? Ahote didn’t know if that would be sufficient enough and remained silent on the subject. ”Have faith Amarantha that we will find something.” Ahote wasn’t sure how much time they had with the curse already working away at Amarantha, but he hoped they would have some time to try.
”We should leave Mryus.” Who knew how Amarantha would start to react with the curse picking away at her. It would make her weaker definitely and by that reasoning hungrier. And when people became desperate, sometimes it didn’t matter that steel chains were holding them back. Ahote turned for the door, turning his back on his friend and mentor. In the moment it truly did feel like a death sentence.

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Myth followed Halley to where Loki was being held and met up with Forseti. She didn't know the beef between the two of them, but it didn't take someone much to be able to cut the tension with a knife. Myth didn't feel right inserting herself in whatever family drama was going on (though she noted that this family had its fair share of it). She coughed to signify she was standing right there.

"Hello again Forseti. You are looking good. I might be stepping on toes here, but perhaps an outside party hearing about this matter may help? I don't know what Loki is in for if anything, but I have heard of him before from the others and he did not sound like the type that should be allowed to roam free. Granted, this is your job, not mine. Offering my opinion only. Please, go on." She waved at the two of them to continue talking. It was awkward interjecting herself into this, but what else was she there for? Moral support?

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Fleur had been debating the option since she landed eyes on the man before her. Everything she had seen, everything she had been told only stood to make her decision for her. She glared at him, getting whatever sense she could off the man. It was that moment she got what she needed. The man may be called many things, maybe considered dark or death himself. But he was human, of skin and bone. And if he was human, he could bleed. And if he could bleed...

She unleashed her Darke Magyk on him instantly, catching him by surprise and wrapping thorny vines around his body and neck. "The time for talk is over, it is time for action. You shall bend to my rule." She tried to use Concillium on him, entering his mind with her voice. "Give your forces over to my side and end your sorry existence." However, it proved harder. Her vines started to wither, she noted.

"Violet, I need your aid. Let's end this man now and save us the trouble later." She had no qualms about killing her own father. Really, it was a long time coming.

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"No way, why would I do that? That is honestly the dumbest thing ever," Valda said to her sister, shooting a bit of a glare at Apollodora. She didn't care much for the fact that Apollodora was more or less talking to Luna now, even though she was the actual Queen of the Castle. It just went to show that she had no reason to trust her, as she just sort of jumped around who she was talking to and paying more attention to. One minute she had been almost acting like she trusted Amarantha, the next she had been acting like she wanted help from her, and now she was more or less ignoring her and talking to her sister.

"Oh, also, word of advice, ignoring someone who you from what you have said you need the help of, is definitely not the way to make friends or get someone to help you. I honestly don't like you, you are sitting there, have been acting like you are better then us just because you think you know more about everything then we do. That is not the way you should do things. I don't like you, so that's another reason why I don't want to help you. At all."

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Sylvi looked at Nova when she saw her come around the corner, looking at the young girl who stood before them. There was no way that she could be one of the Four could she? She looked way too young to be someone like that, someone who had so much power. Sylvi had heard stories about them, and more or less had only really seen her at the ill-fated wedding, but she didn't look that young. Even with the hammer that was hooked to her belt, she didn't really seem like the same person at all.

"So Novie... Do you think you can help her out?" Bruce asked his younger sister, walking over and taking her hand in his, before he led her over to where Tate and Sylvi were. The thing that stood out was that Nova might not be able to help, since Sylvi wasn't technically alive or dead really, but more of was a point in between life and death, a member of the undead. It was a strange little bit of contention. He knew that Nova could bring people back from the dead, and heal the living, but vampires were something else entirely.

Nova walked over and looked at Sylvi, thinking about things over all more or less, seeing if she could think about what to do. "...Maybe... The undead are a little strange overall... I might be able to do something... Or at the least make things a bit easier, like maybe get rid of her inability to wander in the daylight... I just don't know, I've never tried to bring back someone who was undead before..."

"Any sort of help you could give me would be appreciated... Anything at all would likely be better then what is wrong with me right now... I just don't even really know what to do right now..." Sylvi said softly, looking at Nova in the eyes. She was someone who had prayed to the gods throughout her entire life, and now to think, she was actually asking one of the gods she had heard stories about for help in person. It was a bit surreal to her.

"Yeah Novia, anything could help them," he said, giving his sister a bit of a smile, though he was a bit concerned about what this sort of thing might actually cause. A lot of people tended to believe that Nova was essentially invincible, that she'd live forever and because of that so would they. However, that was far from true. If Nova over exerted herself, she could end up seriously injuring herself, or end up stuck in a comatose state for a very long time. He just hoped that she'd be okay if she managed to do this.

"...I can try, no promises on if it works or not though..."

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Myrus nodded, leaving Dungeon One with Ahote. Once they exited, the guards helped Myrus to secure the locks, turning Amarantha's new home truly into a prison. Two guards were stationed at the door, given the high probability that she would make some sort of escape attempt. Myrus stared at the door wordlessly, his hands still shaking as tears threatened to well up in his eyes. He hadn't wanted Amarantha to see any signs of weakness or hesitation - he had to be strong for the Castle.

But as he quietly left the dungeons and went upstairs to rejoin his siblings, Myrus just felt weak.

Upstairs, Apollodora didn't say a word as Luna pleaded with her sister to hear her out. She had already decided this would be her last attempt to get Queen Valda and Princess Luna to help her. If they wouldn't, then she would do this alone - she had had to rely on herself her entire life. Why would now be any different? She was here to do a thankless task. Unsurprisingly, Valda's argument amounted to a childish declaration that she was disliked. "Funny, you sound like my parents," she said simply. "If you decide you've changed your mind, hang a lantern from the tallest tower in the Castle - I'll find you," Apollodora said, before she walked down the corridor and vanished from sight, leaving the Palace.

"Amarantha's secured in Dungeon One," he informed Valda and Luna, his heart heavy. "...I can search the library, see if we have some book that might give an idea on how to help her but... Lu I... I don't think we'll be able to save her," he admitted, looking down at the ground. "I don't think she'll ever be Amarantha again... I'm so sorry..."

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Lord Hellfire's mind remained free of Fleur's control and the vines around him vanished, crumbling into dust. Violet nodded, conjuring a ball of purple Fyre in her hand - it seemed an appropriate method to deal with this monster. Yet as she threw her first volley at Lord Hellfire, his body seemed to absorb it. His bones cracked and his skin stretched and distorted, a horrifying and revolting transformation to witness as he expanded greatly in size until, where there had been a man, there was a gigantic onyx dragon.

"...He's a ShapeShifter," Violet concluded, her eyes wide. She didn't have the time to put up a protective Charm, neither did Fleur, as Lord Hellfire roared and sent a gigantic column of bright blue flames at the pair. Yet thankfully, instincts took over and Violet grabbed Fleur as she dived to the ground. The flames narrowly missed the two and Lord Hellfire took up into the air, circling the Hellfire Circle. "...This seems familiar," she then murmured. She couldn't remember ever fighting a dragon in her life, but then again, she couldn't remember her life. But all the same, there was a prickling sense of déjà vu.

Violet began to chant in an old language of the Castle, misting ice forming in the air around her hands. Her goal was simple - if Lord Hellfire was going to be a fiery dragon, she would try to freeze the ShapeShifter alive. She sent icy blasts up at the beast, but it was to no avail - Lord Hellfire kept on dodging her attacks and he came around, sending more fiery rain down on the two girls. While the DragonFyre missed the pair, the ground around them had started to burn and the immense heat was enough to give slight burns to the girls from just being nearby.

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Forseti smiled charmingly at Myth, vastly preferring her company to Halley's. While some of the gods and goddesses on Asgard were rather picky about pedigree, finding fault in the mortals who dwelled amongst the divine, Forseti did not. He judged people purely on their moral character rather than their pedigree. After all, his own grandmother had been possessed by the Eternal Flame when she gave birth to their mother, Nanna. Traces of that Fyre rushed through his veins, as it did through his sister's.

"Unfortunately, unless there is some proof of a crime Loki has committed, she cannot stay in my jail," Forseti told her apologetically.

Halley thought for a moment, trying to come up with some sort of crime that she knew Loki had committed since Loki had last been imprisoned. "I have proof," she then said suddenly, despite not having any idea of a crime that she could come up with. "Actually, Myth has proof... Don't you?" she asked, hoping that her sister-in-law was a better liar than she was.

"Oh, by all means - what is the crime and where is the proof?" Forseti asked Myth, smiling slightly at her.

The Palace Entrance Hall...

A morbid thought occurred to Antonije. If Nova could raise the dead, yet had trouble with the undead... What if they just killed Sylvi so that way Nova could bring her back to life? Was that a feasible option? He didn't want to suggest that, mostly because he was terrified of what would happen if Nova couldn't bring her back to life. "Please, try," he requested, still holding onto Sylvi tightly. He didn't know either if this little girl was capable of something like this... but he hoped that nothing bad could happen from Nova just trying to return Sylvi to a full state of life.

And if nothing worked... Maybe he would just ask her to bite him and they could be undead together.

The Rainbow Bridge...

"Sága..." Heimdall greeted. His expression was neutral, but there was a slight tone of surprise in his voice. He stood at attention with his hands on his sword, ready to reopen the BiFrost at a moment's notice. "The All-Father will wish to know of your presence on Asgard."

Sága smirked slightly, shaking her head a little bit. "My nephew, the All-Father... He's still but a babe," she mused. "You may run along, Arnora," she then told the demigoddess. "Though... Be wary - your foe is not what she appears."

"His tenure as King of Asgard may be short, but I have no doubt he will want to know why you have ended your exile."

"Self imposed exile," Sága corrected. "And I am afraid that will have to wait." She then looked at Cuyler for a moment. "Come, we need to travel to the highest point of Asgard in order to reach our destination."

Heimdall raised an eyebrow. "And where might that be, Lady Sága?"

"All in good time, Heimdall. I assure you, everything I do is for the security of the Nine Realms."

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Thia finished her meal quickly while Sága and Heimdall spoke before she stood and stretched herself out. She gave out a loud yawn before nudging Cuyler and trotted off, ready to retire for the night. It had been a rather eventful evening down on Midgard and the Night Transformer was rather done with the night. Cuyler meanwhile stood there with the arrow still protruding from his eye. He looked over at Arnora after Sága dismissed her. ”Could you let my mother know what’s going on and tell her she's wrong about Arya being dead.” After all of this, Cuyler would be having a long conversation with his mother. She had no right keeping Arya's supposed death from him. Whatever her reasoning was now moot.
The pain had become manageable now but Cuyler still found it disorienting having an arrow protruding from his eye. He grasped onto the shaft of the arrow and snapped the end of it before tossing it aside. At least now he couldn’t see an object sticking out of his eye anymore and with his depth perception off it was probably best to not smash it against something. He looked at Sága when she spoke to Cuyler of needing to go to the highest point of Asgard. Cuyler wasn’t even sure he knew where that was. He shrugged and nodded forward. ”Lead the way.”

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Amarantha’s state of hunger had pretty well become a constant and was an old friend now. At least she could rely on herself always being hungry for something she couldn’t have. The dungeon door shut behind Myrus and Ahote and she heard the familiar sound of it being locked into place. She shifted around on the floor, moving until she found a comfortable position and laid back. While in the Young Army, Puck had locked them into isolation many times. The only difference now was the crushing weight of the chains taking everything out of Amarantha. Still, her knowledge of things long since past was an odd comfort for her.
As she settled, she surveyed the room. The cracks, the dirt, the door and how it stood and the smell. That smell would be a permanent thing. Amarantha shifted again, trying to adjust to the weight of the chains and filled her mind with thoughts of escaping. If she were to try escaping, how would she do it and how far would she even get. If she got out and if she took down the guards she would need to feed from them, drain them both until nothing was left. Amarantha shuttered from the idea of it. As much as Amarantha had the instinct of survival, she had also developed a large amount of honor. It came with the promotion and having something that was truly her own for once. Not to mention the fact that she felt she deserved this punishment. Myrus nor Ahote had checked her person before chaining her up. Amarantha had a few things tucked away on her person, including the gauntlet on her wrist that held a hidden blade. If she wanted to, she could make an escape attempt but the thing was, she didn’t want to. So instead she shut her eyes and decided to try for some sleep. In the morning she would let her guards know who she wished to say goodbye to.

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Ahote stood by as the doors were locked, sealing Amarantha inside. He wasn’t sure she would even attempt an escape. She had seemed pretty dejected and accepting of what her fate had led her to. Still, this place was full of surprises. Ahote watched Myrus as the doors locked. ”You’ve had a long day and it is rather late. Perhaps it is time to call it a night Mryus. There is nothing more we can do right now anyways,” Ahote stated. Amarantha would keep and the late hour wouldn’t produce anymore information for them.

They headed out of the dungeons and met up with Valda and Luna once more. Once again, Ahote stood by while Myrus spoke to his sisters. It was a rather unfortunate thing but probably true that there was no cure for vampirism. "We’ll look though. Ask the Physiks and the Wizards. Someone may have come across something in their travels.” Ahote tried his best to stifle a yawn and just covered it by turning his head and yawning into his shoulder. He was tired but he wasn’t sure if he would sleep much with everything that had happened today.

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Luna looked between Valda and Apollodora as her sister started to get annoyed, closing her eyes and tried to not snap at her sister as one of her closest friends was rotting away in the dungeons now. She started to think for a moment, without to much proof there wasn't much they could do. But if it was the security of the Castle and her sister wasn't really willing to listen to her or anyone around them, she'd be willing to help the woman out. Luna watched as Apollodora disappeared off to who knows where now, then she heard her brother coming over towards them.

Luna was a little bit mad at him, but she knew that he did it to protect the people she wasn't sure what Amarantha would do if she did run free in her condition currently. Luna walked over and hugged her brother, letting out a sigh her brother did make a hard choice which was probably right she wasn't sure though. "You did what you though was right we will figure out a way to try and cure her if we can.." Luna said softly and turned to look at her sister for a moment, she wasn't sure what she was going to do with the chains right now.

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Arnora looked over at Cuyler who dropped down to one knee knowing that it was most likely from the pain right now, as she winced slightly seeing the eye again. She thought about going with Cuyler and Saga, but by the way Saga had dismissed her like that it was something that he had to do alone right now. "I'll uhm keep that in mind." Arnora said to Saga, and looked towards her friend, and shook her head slightly. "I have a feeling that its something you have to do with her alone." Arnora said.

"I'll be sure to tell her. And Cuyler? I am really sorry keeping the information about Arya from you, I was told not to say anything about it." Arnora told him, before looking over at Heimdall. "Happen to know where Halley, is currently?" Arnora asked him, even though she could track her she knew that Halley and the others came through not to long before them.

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Myth wasn't expecting to be drawn into this. She glanced at Halley, giving her a "what the fuck are you doing?" look before turning her attention back to Forseti. "Yes, I do have proof." Myth was in it now. What could she produce that would make Loki stay in jail? She was good at illusions, she knew, but she needed to produce something that would help.

Myth had an idea, though she wasn't sure it would work, but here was hoping. "The crime is being attacked in my very home. That is the whole reason I came along with Halley to see that Loki faces her crime. Not only was I attacked, but my home was also ransacked. And to top it off, something very precious was stolen. A family heirloom from back home. A lute given to me by my father. I am afraid that all the proof I can offer is the injuries on my person. I was knocked from behind you see." She tried her best to conjure a bump or cut on the back of her head and neck for Forseti to see.

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Fleur eyed her father as the man transformed into a dragon. What was with this family and dragons? Violet pulled her down and avoided the fire. The beast had to be put down. He had the advantage of flight, so it was a matter of taking out his wings. Once on the ground, they stood a better chance of ending him. "Keep the ice going. Try to hit his wings and bring him down to where we can finish him!"

Fleur summoned her Darke Magyk and tried to produce dark blades to throw at the dragon, with the hopes of hitting his wings, or even his body if it would do damage. They would not last long unless he was quickly brought down, especially with his flames. If Violet kept in the ice offensive, they could hopefully best him. At this point, Fleur just wanted him out of the way. His forces be damned now. This was personal.

There was nothing like family.

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Valda more or less somewhat glared after Apollodora. She did not trust the woman at all, and wondered what it was that she had hoped to accomplish by coming to the Castle. Her entire story just sounded insane, sure, they have had their fair share of run ins with things that likely shouldn't be possible. After all, they literally held a wedding that involved gods not too long ago, but someone who had clearly died not being dead? That sounded a little far fetched, no matter what other stuff might have happened, how could Arya not be dead.

Her attention was drawn away by Myrus walking up to them, telling them about the situation with Amarantha. Valda still was not too thrilled about the way Amarantha had treated them before, but leave it to her brother to still be a kind hearted person anyway. "...Alright, we'll see what we can do to help her Myrus, don't worry... There might be something that we can do, we'll try, but there is no guarantee on it..."

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Sylvi wasn't too sure about this, not really anyway. Sure, she knew the legends, knew the stories about Nova, and how despite how young she looked, she actually had a lot of power. But reversing something like this? She was almost sure that she likely wouldn't be able to do it. There wasn't much that she could really do though, not at the moment anyway, she wasn't too sure what was going to happen to her now, when the sun rose up in the morning, or if she ended up getting hungry for blood again.

Odds were they wouldn't exactly let her drink any blood around here. "So... Are you going to try? Or are we going to just stand here talking about you attempting it? I know that you aren't too sure about attempting this... But anything you can do would probably be better then my current situation..." she said softly, looking at Tate. She felt comforted in the fact that he was holding onto her, it made her feel like she wasn't really alone.

"...So Novie... How about it? Want to try and see if you can help a member of the undead? I know it isn't what you are used to, but at this point we aren't really in a position to do anything else to help her..." he said, kneeling down somewhat so that he was eye level with his little sister, giving her a smile. He knew that Nova would probably help, it just was the type of person that she was, the whole reason a pair of their father's friends had been brought back was because Nova hadn't wanted to see their father sad because of anything.

"Alright Brucey... I'll try..." she said, holding her hand out towards Sylvi, it had a slight bluish glow to it.

"...Just don't over exert yourself Nova... You know what can happen if you use too much of the energy that you have... I don't want to see you end up in a coma again, okay?" with those last words, he stood up fully, looking over at Sylvi and Tate now. The fact that Nova had seemed a little hesitant to try it worried him, but she seemed willing to attempt it now, and that was all that mattered. He just hoped that he didn't come to regret bringing them to Nova.

"You worry too much Brucey," Nova said, Sylvi took her hand, and Nova started using her powers in an attempt to help Sylvi.

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Myrus' eyes were heavy and he nodded slightly, considering Ahote's advice. It had been a long night, longer than they had expected and with Amarantha gone, they would need to choose someone to take over her duties. The Castle was due to host the Saecular Games in less than a week's time and Amarantha had been instrumental in organizing them - it would be an international relations nightmare if they failed to perform. Furthermore, there was still the entire matter of the war between the Eastern SnowPlains and the Land of Long Nights, which both countries seemed to be determined to involve the Castle in.

"...Maybe Rowland would know something? He's the most traveled and wisest wizard we have at the Tower," Myrus suggested, jumping off of Ahote's idea of contacting the wizards. He was glad to see that both of his sisters were open to the possibility of getting help for Amarantha, but it was still something that was incredibly troubling. "...We should retire for the evening but... We'll need to name someone to take Amarantha's post - I mean, you will need to Valda, but Lu and I can help you if you want to..." He bit his lip, not wanting his sister to think that he was ignoring her authority as Queen or anything like that.

"...But either way, I think we should go see the wizards soon..."

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Fleur's Darke blades hit their mark, embedding themselves into the wings of Lord Hellfire. The dragon dove towards the ground, twisting and roaring as he hit the Earth. Large amounts of rubble were thrown at Fleur and Violet in the process, with Violet creating a defensive shield out of ice. The amnesiac wizard must have been fond of ice at the moment. The gigantic ice wall was holding up for a moment, the dragon trapped on the other side. Fleur would be able to hear his roars and see the blazes of Fyre directed at the wall, the ice beginning to drip and melt.

"... If you can get something ready when this wall comes down, you should be able to get a shot in," Violet realized, continuing to funnel Magyk into the ice wall but it was a near futile task. For each bit of ice Magyk she used, Lord Hellfire was able to match it with more dragon Fyre. To make matters worse, the girls would be able to hear a horn sound off nearby. One of his underlings must have been calling for reinforcements, realizing that their leader was under attack. Was it worth it to stay to slay the dragon? Or would it be better if they ran for their lives?

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Halley returned Myth's gaze with one of her own - one that clearly said help me. Her mother was the Goddess of Lies - consequently, she had never really managed to be a decent liar. Any attempts to hide the truth were futile at best and resulted in punishment at the worst. Beyond that, Halley was a rule stickler by nature - she had zero native talent when it came to deceiving people of the truth. Thankfully, Myth decided to play along and a bit of tension left Halley's shoulders.

Myth's illusion Magyk failed, but Halley quickly took care of it, using her own Chaos Magyk to make a fake injury appear on the back of her head. Forseti frowned slightly, listening to Myth's tail of woe as he circled around her, inspecting the injury. It was incredibly convincing and the God of Retribution grimaced.

"I am sorry to see that Loki would attack one as fair as you - he may remain in my prison, provided the All-Mother attends to him within the week," Forseti decided.

"Thank you, now I'm certain the All-Mother will be very interesting in seeing Loki anyways," Halley muttered. "Myth, do you want to come with me to her chambers or would you rather go look in on your babe?"

The Palace Entrance Hall...

Antonije watched with baited breath as a stream of green Magyk seemed to emanate from Nova's palms and went into Sylvi. The veins in Sylvi's body become incredibly prominent and her pupils expanded to their full size. It felt like an eternity before he could hear Sylvi's heartbeat, but it was only a few moments in all actuality. Not too long after that, Sylvi would begin to vomit up all of the blood she had consumed and the little half Asgardian, Nova, would sway and collapse to the floor, unconscious.

"Silvija?!" Antonije called out, panicked. "Are you alright?!"

The Rainbow Bridge...

"Aye, the Mistress of Chaos is at the palace prison - alongside Lady Myth and Forseti, Baldur's son," Heimdall informed Arnora.

Heimdall watched as Sága walked off, heading down the Rainbow Bridge and assuming that Cuyler was following behind her. With all of the splendor of the Nine Realms, it was easy to forget that it was all connected by Yggdrasil. The ancient tree's roots formed the various realms, with the BiFrost allowing the Asgardians to traverse them nigh instantaneously. Once they were halfway across the Rainbow Bridge, equidistant between the BiFrost and Asgard proper, Sága turned and looked at Cuyler. "I forgot to mention, in order to reach Mimir... You must be worthy," she explained. "When you fall from this bridge, reach out your hand and grasp - if Yggdrasil finds you worthy, you'll survive the fall and catch a branch."

Sága then smiled sweetly at him. "I'll be right behind you," she said, before shoving Cuyler off of the bridge. She wasn't going to leave anything to chance.

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Luna looked between her brother and sister she sighed slightly and nodded towards them, she really didn't want to see Amarantha trapped down in there for the rest of her life. Maybe Rowland did know a thing or two and could try something to help her out which she really did hope there was something that they could do. "We can see him first thing in the morning then." Luna said the night had been really long and chaotic as well, nearly falling to their deaths as well after the attack. Right now she wasnt sure if there would be another attack tonight or not.

"We should get more security for our rooms tonight just in case there is another attack or something tonight as well." Luna said softly, and she wasnt sure if Valda would want the two of them in her room for the evening or not. "Or we can stay in your room since it's the safest place in the Castle to."

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Arnora looked towards Hemdall when he answered her question and smiled towards him. "Thank you." She said, giving him a slight bow before turning and started to leave the Bifrost entrance, and started to cross the rainbow bridge looking down at the dark ledge below. It always did freak her out if someone did end up falling down there, but she continued to move forward. Arnora looked over her shoulder towards both Saga and Cuyler for a moment, wondering where they would be going.

Then Saga decided to shove him off of the bridge itself and quickly ran over towards her, worried for her friend who had just been shoved off probably to his doom. She looked over at Saga and glared at him, she wasnt even sure if he was actually worthy or not and catch a branch of the world tree itself. "And if he isn't worthy then what?" Arnora asked while staring at her.

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Cuyler did walk with Sága down the Rainbow Bridge, after all he did say he was committed to helping the lands and this seemed to be the only way. He appreciated Arnora’s apology but it wasn’t the apology he needed to hear. Cuyler walked along, watching the roots spread out and under them as his mind wandered and shifted. He didn’t notice Sága stop until he had ran into her. To determine if he was worthy he had to fall from the bridge? That seemed like a crucial piece of information and would have been nice to know earlier. Cuyler glanced over the Rainbow Bridge, seeing roots and nothingness underneath. He looked back at Sága, ready to voice his opinion when she smiled and pushed him over the edge.
Cuyler’s eyes widened as he felt the inexplicable feeling of falling and then he reached, hoping above all that he would feel solid wood of Yggdrasil in his hand. As he was falling, his mind flashed to past memories as one would do when a life was potentially ending. He saw images of his father teaching him how to sail. To tie the ropes and climb up to the top to fix the sails or release sails while on the sea. It was tedious work and required a lot of trial and error. On one such lesson something went wrong and Cuyler slipped from the end of the pole he was fixing the rigging on. It was well over the water and Cuyler landed into the cold waters of the Land of Lost Nights with a loud thudding sound. The water had rose up around him, pulling him down while the crushing weight of freezing water pushed on his chest. Naturally, he panicked, having never fallen from such a great height before. He knew how to swim, taught before learning to walk it seemed but at the moment it didn’t matter. As he panicked, water filled his lungs and his vision grew dark. His father had rescued him and the Norns, goddesses of Fate had not claimed him on that day. Would they today though? In the very lands they claimed, while his mother ruled and his friend stood mere feet away. Did Cuyler even want to be saved, knowing what tasks lay ahead of him? Still, Cuyler found himself reaching and opening himself up to fate.

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If there was one thing they all seemed to agree on it was getting help for Amarantha. Her earlier behaviour was uncalled for but she wasn’t exactly herself at the moment. She had reverted back to her more cynical ways with a bloodthirsty creature inside her. Ahote relaxed a little, pleased they would try to find her some help. The stronger topic of conversation now was trying to find someone to take her place. ”Well there is Titan. He was her second and a strong enough leader with the guard, at least from what I have seen. Not to mention he kept both you and Luna safe tonight Valda.” Of course the ultimate decision would be Valda’s choice. Perhaps she had a different sort in mind, someone tamer and who could take direction more easily.
Ahote was quite ready for bed but wouldn’t leave the royals unattended; although, between Valda and Myrus, they were more than capable of taking care of themselves. Ahote would escort them all back to their chambers and find extra guards for them if they decided. It wouldn’t be a bad idea though if they all had a bit of a slumber party within Valda’s rooms. They might all need it after the multiple death scares after this day.

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"Yeah, we likely should see about talking to Rowland, about everything really. Not just about maybe helping out Amarantha, but letting him know what has happened here in general, since a lot has occurred tonight," Valda said, looking over at her siblings, not too sure what else to really say about the matter. To her, helping out Amarantha wasn't really a priority, and she was only saying that they'd talk to Rowland about it because it was obvious how much her brother cared about the issue.

When they mentioned needing to choose someone who would take Amarantha's place, she let out a bit of a sigh. She didn't really care too much for making any sort of appointments for anyone, it wasn't any fun at all, and all that mattered to her right now was figuring out what was going on, though sleep would be a good idea eventually. "Look, I don't want to even think about that sort of thing right now alright? I'll make a choice or whatever about it in the morning..."

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"Nova?" Bruce said instantly, more or less catching his sister as she collapsed entirely. He was trying not to panic somewhat, as he picked up Nova and held her rather easily in his arms. Even though in reality, she wasn't actually a child and such, he still felt responsible for his youngest sister. The other thought that crossed his mind was that odds were Astrid (and maybe Halley) would get mad at him if something horrible happened to Nova, they all more or less had a soft spot for their little sister.

Sylvi did not feel the best at all, aside from the obvious thing being that she was puking up blood that wasn't exactly her own. She felt strange, and horrible, not too sure what to really do as she more or less knelt down on the ground, coughing a bit. Her body just felt weird, and she wasn't even too sure about how to even respond to what Tate had asked her. Was she okay? Maybe, the jury was still out on that.

"...If Nova managed to make it so that she was alive fully again, then you might want to see about heading back to Myth's and my house, see about having her lay down... I need to take Nova back to her room here, and hopefully she'll wake up in the morning," he said to the two of them, before he picked up Nova's stuffed bunny and put it in her arms as he gave Tate a bit of a smile, glad that Nova had been able to help them out it seemed.

"I-I-I think I'm alright Tate" she managed to say to him, looking over and giving him a bit of a weak smile. What she really needed right now was sleep, and lots of it probably. What had happened that night still burned in her mind, and she really wanted to see about going to bed and trying to forget that everything like that ever happened. "...Sleep sounds like a nice thing to me," she said softly, not sure what else to say.

"It's been a long day, so go back there and rest, you probably need it a lot, considering what has happened," Bruce said, before he walked away, carrying Nova along with him.