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[Valchyrie]

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Burning. Everything was burning. The forests, the villages, the fields, everything. Ever since the Dark Lord and his army of undead warriors and necromancers managed to gain power, the sky had been pitch black and chaos had been the only thing that ruled the land of Gondora. If you didn’t follow the rules that now existed, you would get killed, tortured or your house and fields would be set on fire. Resistance groups were executed on the spot and burned, to leave no traces of them in Gondora. There were a few places where groups had tried to stand up to the Dark Lord and his armies, but the longest any group had managed to fight the army, was about three days before they would be completely annihilated by the strength and powers from the darkness and it’s powers. Life was no longer peaceful, no longer the something you could contain dreams within. Life had turned out to be a survival trial. There was no room for dreams of riches, of romance, of becoming famous or any of those kinds of things. The one thing people now dreamed about, were freedom and to see the blue skies again. But even that dream was a dangerous one to have and share. Should you be considered to have that dream, by the Dark Lord and his armies, you would be taken away to dungeon somewhere, and never be seen again. For that reason, most people had given up dreaming and had accepted that they now had to live in fear and darkness.

Though conquering one realm was not enough for the Dark Lord. There had been ancient texts that had suggested there was another realm that existed in parallel to this one. He wanted it, he was craving it, he needed to expand his kingdom and rule more. Chaos was what he needed and he would inflict it to as many places as he could possibly get his hands on, and conquering another realm would be something no other dark force had managed to do, at least to his knowledge. Since he had studied those ancient texts, he had his men start to conduct magical experiments to try and open the portal that should take them to the other realm. However, when they got it open, they were attacked by guardians, beings of different race that were positioned at the portal to make sure no one broke through to either side. These guardians were powerful, and they kept the Dark Lord’s army at bay for many many centuries. In the end, the Dark Lord got so frustrated that he sent all his warriors in at once, to take care of the guardians, and that was the end of the guardians.

Though while all this was going on, a former dungeon prisoner, who had escaped the dungeon, had been following his experiments closely. She was one out of ten people that had managed to escape the dungeon, after she had been locked up and tortured for years. She had kept herself hidden for so long, that they assumed she had died from her wounds after she had escaped, and therefore had stopped the search for their prisoner. Though reality was quite different. Nanna Tild had been hiding in an abandoned shed for a long time, near a forest. From here, she had killed every single warrior from the Dark Lord’s army that had passed through. Usually it was very small groups that came along, which made it easy for her to take care of. She was what they would have called a battle-mage, in the old days. A warrior that had mastered both magical abilities and handling weapons. She had kept doing this for a few years, until she found a note on an undead warrior that explained what the Dark Lord was trying to do. She couldn’t let him do it, she had to stop him no matter what the cost would be. She had gathered up clothing from all the warriors she had killed, and put them in the shed. She found a black robe that would completely hide her face and hair, and got dressed.

A month later, she had managed to infiltrate the ranks of the dark army, and she had gotten close to one of the mages that were doing experiments to open the portal. When the day came where the guardians were killed and the portal opened, that’s where she took action. The Dark Lord was standing in front of the portal, with a grin on his face. “Finally, our time has come to enter the other realm, and conquer it, like we conquered Gondora.” He grinned. “Prepare the army and the necromancers! Tell everyone to get ready for invasion." This was Nanna Tild’s sign. She dropped the robe and held a flaming sword in her left hand and a fireball in her right hand. “You’re not getting through that portal!” she shouted and fired her ball at him. The Dark Lord turned around and grabbed the fireball in his hand, before crushing it. “I see we got an infiltrator. I do believe I have seen you before…” he said, as he tapped his grey colored right chin for a moment. “Oh I know who you are now. You’re that woman who so kindly killed a general of mine in a small village. How did it feel when we destroyed that eye of yours, as a punishment?” he grinned. Nanna gritted her teeth “Doesn’t matter, you’re not getting through that portal!” she ran towards him now with her sword ready. “Your attempt is futile; you’re not going to kill me like that.” He said with a laugh. He raised his hand to get ready to strike at her. But at the last moment, she grinned at him “I’m not going for you.” She said, and then jumped right, just before she reached him, and entered the portal. He turned around to look after her “Get her! Don’t let her get away! She can’t become the reason we can’t invade! Follow her!” Though white magical chains appeared around the portal and wrapped it up tightly, though it didn’t disappear. While the Dark Lord had shouted, Nanna had come crashing out through a crack in the air, right in the middle of Paris, in front of the Eiffel Tower. She didn’t have time to look and see what was going on or where she was, or who was there, she used her powers to create those white chains and chain up the portal from both sides, buying herself some time.

Now she turned around to look at where she was and…it was different. She had never seen any of the things she now saw. Things that moved around on wheels, people wearing strange clothing, holding up small things and pushing buttons. She could see flashing lights from the small devices and hear people saying “Quickly! Send the picture!” she had no idea what these people were doing or who they were, but one thing was clear, they were just as confused as she was. There were also people who ran away, after she had displayed her powers, but humans will always be humans, and some couldn’t run away because of their curiosity for the very unusual and never before seen event that had just taken place. She didn’t know where to go, and she didn’t know what to do. Far away, she could hear some kind of warning noise, a kind of siren sound maybe. The sun was hot though, and it felt strange. She hadn’t felt the sun for so many years and she had forgotten what it felt like, and how the blue sky looked. She had missed the feeling, but now she was no longer in her own world.

[Midna-Phobia]

The sky was overcast, gray, a light rain fell from the sky, coating the ground in shallow puddles that shone slightly in the light, water spraying up as cars drove by. Some would call it miserable, dull and dreary. But Jacob rather enjoyed it, it was home, it was familiar and comfortable. He would never understand why Evie had been so eager to leave. It had to have been, what? Three years now? That sounded right. She had left fairly soon after they had finished high school. He had seen her a few times when she’d come home from the holidays but other than that he barely heard from her. He didn’t even know where abouts in the world she was at this point. Suddenly he felt someone bump him and was quickly drawn back from his thoughts, looking up at the woman.

“Oh! Pardon me, I-” His words caught as he looked at the woman and took in the world around him. The streets of London; gone! The cobble roads and taxis, the noise the hustles and bustle the rain and clouds. Now he was in some kind of park, the sun was shining and birds were singing. Green, soft grass below his feet.

“Monsieur? Est ce que tu vas bien?”

“What?” now that he was looking at her properly he realised this woman did not look like she came from England. She certainly didn’t have the accent and she was not speaking English. It sounded like… French? “Sorry… do you speak English? Where am I?”

“Je suis désolé. Je ne comprends pas.” She smiled slightly but shook her head. “Bonne chance, monsieur.” Letting her hand gently touch his shoulder she continued on her way, allowing Jacob a moment to look around once more, his eyes widening at what he saw.

A large metal structure, spanning several dozen stories high. This wasn’t just any park. That was the Eiffel Tower! Walking rather unsteadily towards the Parisian landmark the man was suddenly knocked off his feet by a force wave. Slightly winded Jacob coughed as he climbed to his knees. The tower itself now looked decidedly unstable, many of the support beams buckled worryingly in places. But that probably wasn’t the thing they needed to be worried about. At the base of the tower now lay a large, circular… glowing disk, he supposed was the best way he was able to explain it. With, what looked like, white glowing chains criss-crossing over it, blocking it up.

People were beginning to crowd now, phones out recording and taking photos while others ran, screaming in fear and confusion. Caution would tell Jacob to not get too close in case the unstable tower decided to collapse. However caution, aka Evie, was not here. And he was far too curious to keep back. Quickly approaching the large crowd he began pressing through the crowd, trying to get a better look at the damage to the tower and that strange glowing thing! Sirens were beginning to blare in the background as Jacob shoved his way through the crowd towards the front.

What he hadn't expected to see there was… a girl? He assumed it was a girl. She looked like a girl, mostly. There was definitely something off-putting about her though, something that sent waves through him, telling him to get as far away from her as possible. But he had gotten very good at ignoring those feelings over the years. A sudden loud groan of failing metal rang out over all the noise of the crowd and the tower itself tipped a noticeable number of feet before being stopped by the remaining structure. But it wasn’t going to last long at this rate. And that girl was right under it.

[Valchyrie]

It was a strange place that she had turned up in indeed, but she didn’t seem to have time to think about that at the moment. Besides the human crowd that was forming around her, there was the sudden groan of metal above her head. She turned to look upwards towards the metal that was now bending down. Clearly, the force of the portal and the magic she had used to close off the portal had damaged this structure. If she had known that buildings in this realm weren’t made to withstand magical forces, then she would have been more careful about her actions after she had exited the portal. She had never seen such a large structure in her own realm, being damaged so easily by magical output. Sure buildings crumbled under magical bursts and so on, but usually not this fast, especially not with large structures like this one. Never the less she was in a situation where she had to do something, before it would completely break off and smash into the ground and hurt the people that were standing underneath it.

It was clearly some sort of monument to these people, which meant destroying the whole tower probably wouldn’t be the best way to start off her adventure in this realm. She didn’t have a lot of options though, she could either chop the bending part of the tower off, she could try to make it stable in it’s current bending position or she could try to force it back up and strengthen it’s metal again, so that it would once again be standing upright. However, doing that would take a lot of energy, and if other buildings, and if the people, were as weak towards magic as this one, it might do more damage than good, even if she did manage to make it stable once more. The choices were many, but she didn’t have a whole lot of time to think about it. Furthermore, she had to find a way to close off the portal for good, or at least for a while until she could find a permanent way to seal it off or defeat the Dark Lord.

She made a frustrated sigh and pulled a little in her hair while she looked up at the bending piece of the tower, that were now bending further down, slowly reaching it’s own breaking point. To make matters even worse, it seemed she didn’t speak the same language as these people. While the people in this country seemed to master different tongues, Nanna Tild didn’t master any of them. All of the languages were foreign to her, which meant that Nanna’s realm used a whole other system for language, which just complicated things more since she couldn’t actually ask for advice on how to solve this problem without making herself an enemy to this realm. With that in mind, she made her choice regarding the tower that she was standing underneath. The best way to do this, would be to keep the tower in it’s current position, until she could close off the portal and gather enough strength to fix the tower completely, unless the people of this world could fix it themselves, without breaking it or damaging it further.

She knew she would probably scare the souls out of the people that were now looking at her, but judging by how curious they were, she guessed that some would also stay to watch the show. She stabbed her sword into the ground and a circle appeared around it. Her hair turned to wild flames and her body started to glow red and orange, like it was about to go on fire. Her one functioning eye turned a fire orange as well. She didn’t need an incantation for this, at least not while she had the strength she currently had, though the portal was sapping away at her strength as well, so she had to hurry if she wanted to do this right. A pillar of flames then shot up around her, and flew up towards the bending part of the tower. The front of the pillar was in the shape of a Phoenix beak and it looked like it had eyes as well. It then swallowed the bending part of the tower, making it impossible to see it because of the pillar of flame that was around it. Five seconds later, the pillar disappeared as quickly as it had appeared and the tower had completely stopped moving. It was glowing red from the hot fire on the metal, but not a normal glow of warm metal, it was somehow different. Her flames functioned as normal fire, but magic wasn’t as simple as that, and that was not just something special about her, that was something that everyone who knew magic had. It was never just as simple as “fire” or “ice” or “wind” magic, these abilities always came with abilities attached to them, which you could evolve and change and gain more of as you got stronger.

Now that the fire was gone, she had taken her sword up from the ground again. She was exhausted, and it could be seen on the chains on the portal, however, she had an idea on how to make it disappear for a while at least. She had managed to learn about portals while she had been undercover at the Dark Lord’s castle, and she could move the portal to a nowhere location for some time, that wouldn’t sap her strength. She held her sword out towards the portal and summoned the last of her strength. The sword dissolved into red glittering dust and surrounded the portal, and then the portal disappeared, leaving no trace of itself. She had done what she could for now, and it was enough. Now she just had another problem: this whole world she had arrived in.

She had turned around now to look at the crowd that was still standing there, some with their jaws wide open, others taken pictures and recording it and sharing it on the internet on all kinds of websites, as fast as they could. She was on one knee, sweat running from her forehead, blood as well. Though her blood wasn’t red, it was black. She had taken damage from her actions, which meant she had gone overboard with her powers, which she had assumed would happen, though it was still an inconvenience, if someone wanted to hurt her, even without magic, they would probably be able to do so now, and that was not a good thing. She breathed heavily while still on one knee, looking towards the crowd. Her hair had returned to normal, as had her eye and her skin, or well, normal to her anyway. She had to try to communicate with her words, no matter what. She opened her mouth “Yldra tigi ie? Tag he jik?” which meant, “Where am I? Can you help me?” though no one would understand what she meant, as it made no sense to anyone. She hoped someone was clever enough to at least try to figure out what she asked, or at least wanted to try and make contact with her, so she could get out of this place before those loud sirens would come to close. If it wasn’t already too late…