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[Iratze & Amare]

As Iratze held the hand of Armarion and waited for his spell to transport she thought about Amare. 

She had successfully delivered one message, and now, when Armarion met up with the others she could deliver the other.

The one from Brontes and Amare.

{Two days ago...}

The night was dark and cold. 

She was carrying a message for Armarion. On her way to him, she found herself in a once-familiar place. A place she had not visited in hundreds of years. 'Strange that I should find myself here' she thought 'I'm fairly certain this neighborhood was where Ferrant's castle was... When was that now? During the reign of King Richard the first, I think... That was the last time I saw Amare...'

It is then that Iratze is joined by two of the most unlikely of people- policemen. Or at least, what look like policemen because as soon as they speak, something is off about them.

"Miss.Iratze? You are under arrest!" One of the men says as the other grabs her should. 'Iratze? How do they know my name?'

However before she can even react, one of the men gives her a slip of paper. It seems to be from a child's note book, judging by the pink colour of the paper and the bunny rabbit background. On it the note says 

"Hi :3

Meet me at the park

-Amare. xxx"

"Madame, would you please allow us to escort you?" one of the men ask.

Her eyes shifted between the two officers, the color of her eyes shifted with distrust. "If you insist." She quietly made her way down the street, flanked by the two humans.

It seems that Iratze was not the only one reminiscing about the old times. Amare had come here as well. Perhaps thinking of Ferrant? 

The once grand castle had crumbled long ago, its land paved over, and a city built atop it. This was not the best of neighborhoods either, but not the worst. The officers lead Iratze to a playground. 

It was the middle of the night at this point, and among the snow, a little boy sat on the swing, swishing back and forth. However, it was obvious this little boy was like no other. Although he looked rather sweet, swinging with the teddy bear on his lap. All Gods and Goddesses could tell there was something...off about him. Most Gods could barely believe that this sweet child was Amare- but not Iratze. No, Iratze remembers a time where this was Amare's normal demeanour. Before he became the misguided and party loving youth who spent all his time on earth. No, this was how Amare would act in his days of 'imprisonment' by Brontes- kind, sweet and cheerful. The only other God aware of this side of Amare was Thallie. So to see it again, after what may have very well been a million years, was...both fansinating and strange.

The boy, who seemed happily in his own world, suddenly lit up at seeing Iratze and the two police men. Instantly and gleefully the God Child called out  "You two men may go home now! Sorry for the bother!" 

As soon as he said those words, the two men took the beautiful melody of his voice as a sign to do exactly that. 

"Hello, Iratze." Amare grinned.

"Amare." She spoke quietly. It had been so so long... After a moment of silence she spoke again. "You have seen him, haven't you?" If Brontes had returned, Iratze had no doubt that he would find Amare first.

"Of course I have." Amare can barely contain his smile at that, and with even realising it- he stops swinging and hugs his battered teddy bear close. "He came back for me- just like I always thought he would. Isn't it wonderful Iratze?!" 

Iratze stepped toward the young god, touching his shoulders. She thought of the other gods, their plans, their anger, the doom that threatened them all now. wonderful?

"I am glad to see that you are happy!" She said with a genuine smile. She pushed aside her worry for the sake of a sweet reunion.

"Once I-I understood- I knew he'd come back one day...understood why he did it, I mean." He smiled kindly at his old friend "Did you ever understand yourself? Why Brontes took such a selfish and cruel action against us all?"

Iratze shook her head. "No. He never told me." She began to push the childlike god on the swing. "You are the only one who understands him, Amare."

Amare giggles in delight as she pushes him on the swing. Go figure that Iratze would realise he'd enjoy such a thing. "I guessed as much...it's quite simple really. He did it for them."

"That... Makes no sense." She'd need a better explination. He had locked the gods out of heaven and hell for their own good?

The God Child merely smiles at her "Well, what has locking us out of The Heavens done? Come on think, who has benefited from our fall from grace?"

She shook her head to indicate that she didn't follow. The color of her irises shifted and shimmered; sea green, then turquoise, then pink around the edges.

At this, Amare just looks out to the odd humans still out and about, walking pass the park. Most of them were probably heading home after a long day's work, he imagined. [color=crimson]"We...have been too cruel to humanity, Iratze. For a species we were suppose to help, we were rather cruel, and far too controlling..."

"So, he decided to set them free of us." Amare put it simply.

"He did it for the humans?"

"He did it for the humans." Amare confirmed.

"And he came back for you? Are you leaving with him to the underworld?" 'Will this be the last time I see you?'

To this the boy looked very sad. Mainly because, this would have been exactly what Amare would have wanted. How he missed Amon Dur- the place Amare considered his true home. To just go to Brontes and stay with him forever...not this plan that he had currently agreed to. Amare was a simple God with simple needs. Love, care and attention was all he really wanted. He didn't care too much for the other Gods- except for Thallie and Iratze. Apart from them, he didn't give a damn- he just didn't want to be alone anymore. He had no intrest in changing the world like The God of The Underworld. However, he knew there was no point in trying to change Brontes's mind. Whatever they were doing, Amare could tell Brontes had been planning it for a long time- and now Amare had no real choice but it see it through to the end.

"No...." Amare told her, his eyes looking to the ground "Brontes...woul like- like to make peace with everyone."

"I see... That will be difficult." Brontes may have protected the hummans, but his action created a lot of resentment among the gods who had desired to remain in the heavens.

"I know, that's why I've come to see you...the one Goddess who would understand me- understand him. You are the only person I can think of who will hear us out...and maybe you can get others to hear us out too." He explained with a cheerful smile.

You can get others to hear us out too. They had a message for her to deliver. "What do you wish me to tell them?"

"That Brontes wants peace...and I'd very much like for you to put in your opinion. Because you believe us, don't you? You believe he wants peace. Look, the other Gods have never liked me in the slightest- in fact, they all probably want me dead right now. However they do like and trust you, they'll believe you if you think that Brontes is telling the truth...so maybe you could tell them that?" Amare explains with an uneasy smile.

"My opinion?" Iratze felt her hands drop, Amare left with only momentum and gravity to keep him swinging. The messenger was seldom asked to present her opinions... though, Amare soon after revealed his intention.

"You would like me to tell them that Brontes is telling the truth?"

"If you believe it, yes. And personally, I think you do. I might be the person who knows Brontes the best. However you know both of us quite well too." Amare smiled.

She tried to smile back, but it faltered. In truth Iratze's heart stung. That Brontes had not spoken to her himself. 

"Brontes wants peace." She repeated. She wanted to believe it. She had hope that they were. "When everyone is gathered I will deliver your message to one and all." Then they would give her a reply, if they believed the message and were willing to make peace with Brontes then negotiations would begin. She would fly back and forth with messages, questions, demands, and maybe even apologies. 

And if they did not believe the message or were not willing to create peace...

She would be carrying very different messages...

"I would like peace as well." She smiled now at the little boy, then hugged him. 

Amare smiled and hugged her back, instantly relieved that she thought as he hoped.

"Does he wish to send a token or gift to signify his intent? Or only his word?" 

The boy instantly became flustered at her question, simply because this never even crossed their minds. Instantly, the young man looks sheepish "Uhhh, only his word? However that's only out of pure carelessness. I guess the two of us must have been so caught up in each other and our plans that we didn't think of something so simple." Amare paused and laughed "That and I am famous for not being one for politics." 

"I'm glad you want peace too. It's nice to see that you haven't changed all that much since I last saw you. I...missed you know." The boy confessed to his dear old friend. 

"I missed you... Though, I'm glad to see you changed." The last time she had seen the youngest god he was a despondant heap. Brontes brought troubble, yes, but he brought Armare back to life... In a way.

And maybe even peace.

"Me- me too." He smiled "You have a little girl of ten years old to thank for that. Hence why I've suddenly become so...small." He chuckled before looking a bit sad. "Come now my friend, I shan't keep you waiting any longer. After all, I imagine you've become very busy thanks to Brontes. So I'll bid you Goodnight and farewell."   

"I hope to see you again soon, Amare, and when I do, I hope I bear you good news!!" She smiled wide, and her eyes glimmered with numerous colors of excimtent. She got a running start and took off into the air. Perhaps a bit careless, but, it was the middle of the night and there were not many humans around at this hour. 

'Now to find Armarion.' She was eager to deliver her messages now. If Armarion agreed to meet with the others, then they would gather, then she could tell them of Brontes and his plan for peace. Would they accept such a deal? Iratze hoped for peace, but she was not foolish. Such a thing would take time and negotiation.

Perhaps it was an impossible dream for the heavens, hells, and earth to live in peace. Yet, that is why she was made... To act as an the intermediary... So, she hoped for peace.

[the present]

Peace She squeezed the hand of Armraion just a little tighter. 'If there was peace would we have a chance?'

It was then that the spell consumed them both. It whirled around them, magic and light and power surrounding them, then displacing them, then relocating them.

Iratze was dizzy from the magic and from the sudden presence of so many powerful gods, she could not focus on any one thing or one person. She did see the tree the gods that gathered beneath it...
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