Helo

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests, now closer to River Port than Roshmi
Interactions: Cora @Potter, Elsea @Tae, Ezeri @Alivefalling

Cade was more than impressed as Ezeri managed to get so close to the unicorn, the creature even allowed the devil to touch it. He knew then that she was someone they could trust, a unicorn would surely never allow anyone with an impure heart so close to it. He was more hesitant to approach the unicorn than the others, afraid that the creature would not deem him honorable enough to stand in its presence. Cade took a deep sigh, knowing what he would have to do and turned to Cora.

”Cora, I must apologize to you. I understand that you did not mean to lose control in the forest, it was a difficult day for all of us, but it seems for you especially. I only worry that you have been gifted power that without proper training, can cause great destruction. But that is not your fault, and I should’ve been kinder.” Cade spoke in a sober and genuine tone, hoping that without the burden of a grudge on his conscience, that the unicorn would not judge him unworthy. He approached the animal slowly, doing his best to not appear as a threat. Cade felt a great sense of relief once he was as close to the unicorn as the others were.

”Speak freely Ezeri, we do not mind. Unicorns are very special here as well, not rare per say, but they do not show themselves to those unworthy. Elsea is right, they are the most innocent and pure beings of this world as well. For one to trust you so easily, Ezeri, means you can only be described as excellent company.” Cade said, keeping his voice soft as he pet the side of the unicorn as well. They would need all the luck they could have with the rebellion and he was glad to have encountered the creature here.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: River Port-Surfside Cafe
Interactions: Lucia@Potter Vaeril@Alivefalling

Leon nodded as Lucia explained how slowly elves aged, he couldn’t even fathom living for over a millennium. The sheer amount of change and progresses one would see living that many years was just wild to him. He continued eating, even though he had plenty of more questions about elves, but didn’t want to risk having people overhear him asking questions he should already know the answers too. The cafe was fling up more as they ate, and he was also supposed to be an elf too after all. At least having food in front of him kept him distracted enough to stop messing with the fake ears, as another elf came over to talk to them.

”Nice to meet you Vaeril. I’m Frodo." Leon lied with absolute confidence, then realized he had picked correct source material but the wrong name. Shit, Frodo wasn’t even an elf, he was a hobbit, and now he was stuck with a stupid fake name. He could’ve said something cool like Legolas or Glorfindel but nope he had gone with the first name that popped into his head. He immediately put more food in his mouth to stop himself from saying anything else. He listened as Lucia talked about her staff, which Vaeril seemed very interested in, claiming to have made it.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests near River Port
Interactions: Zephyrin@Howlsofwinter, Kenia@Tae, Arwen?@princess

Bowyn nodded, satisfied that Kenia accepted his terms. Unlike those they had already left behind, both Zephyrin and Arwen did not seem more than capable of handling the dangers of the forests. They needed watched over, needed help, and if they were to become useful members of the rebellion, then they also needed to feel a part of this group. Bowyn would need to trust them, at least a little, if he wanted them to trust them him, and the rest of the rebellion as well. He wondered if this was the reason for Kenia’s apology, it seemed unnecessary for her to apologize for actions that while cold, were entirely practical.

“Hope you’re not going soft on us now elf, and no need to apologize for grief, that I can understand.” He said with a partial smile and continued walking, lunchtime had lasted long enough. Bowyn thought cold and practical seemed the better way to be during a dangerous rebellion, but when not alone it was far more difficult to maintain. He already knew he wouldn’t be completely logical when it came to the humans he’d already befriended. It was also clear that to gain any trust from Zephyrin and Arwen, that a cold approach wasn’t working. Arwen was still keeping the fact that she was human a poorly guarded secret. Zephyrin still maintained that she only cared about adventure and food, and he highly doubted that was the case. He turned to address both Arwen and Zephyrin before he spoke again.

“Maybe Kenia’s right though, I have been cold as well. I only wish for us to make it to our destination safely, and these are dangerous times. But to expect trust sometimes means to give it in return. I will not abandon you to the forest for anything short of outright betrayal. For Elthrael it is an inconvenience, for you two, a likely death sentence. If you have questions, or misgivings, air them now. I will answer honestly, I’ll even swear on my flower crown.”

---

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests north of Roshmi City
Interactions:Malachi@princess, Belle@Potter, Myra@13org O’ner @Eviledd1984

Valok did not get the reaction he expected, there were no shared scar stories, or exaggerated tales of battle from this group. He shook his head at their sentiments, this was not a sad story, it was one of his proudest memories. Survival in battle was the payoff from years of training and hardwork, and in Daka, survival was an achievement. He had noticed the forests here were much more welcoming than any in Daka were, and perhaps it took less to survive away from Daka. Even so, they must train soldiers here as well, did they simply not train as hard as his people did? Malachi certainly showed the kind of traits he respected in a commander, albeit in ways far different from those he was used to. To simply wipe dirt from the demon Myra, as if the creature was a pet, must take balls of iron, and he showed no fear that he might lose that hand as he did so.

“Young, yes, but trained and prepared enough. Only the strong survive Daka. Myra must be strong too, to survive the forests there.” Valok said responding first to Malachi and then bowing his head at Myra, before holding up a fist and smacking it against his chest with a grin. He continued walking as both Malachi and Mathias had suggested, no use in standing idly around when walking and talking was just as easy. He thought more on what Mathias had said and he felt that other than Myra, the others here had little idea what it was truly like to live on Daka. While there were certainly those on Azmor who had an easier time, that ease of life was partially owed to Aklenroth. Many of his people felt they owed The Great King a debt, a debt paid for with well trained soldiers, soldiers willing to sacrifice an easy life for the betterment of all dark elves. Valok had always believed this, until recently he had seen no better way presented.

”We were banished to the north, not by Aklenroth, but by the older and long gone leaders. Daka is not a soft place, and to survive the north as long as my kind have, takes sacrifice. If you hinge a rebellion upon hatred of Aklenroth alone, most dark elves will only fight back harder. Dark elves feel we owe him a great debt, and so we offer him soldiers. To my people he is the only leader who has shown us kindness, through him we have done better. I can see it has not been the same for others, but hate will not make this world better, and it has only made my kind worse.” He added, choosing his words carefully, not wanting Malachi or Belladonna to think he blamed all light elves for the banishment.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests north of Roshmi City
Interactions: Malachi@princess, Belle@Potter, Myra@13org O’ner @Eviledd1984

Valok wondered on the point of Malachi’s seemingly unimportant questions, the most recent was about where they were from. He wasn’t sure what the value in that information could be but listened to the other’s answers. Belladonna’s response was clipped and told nothing outright, she was very secretive, which meant she was likely hiding something. Mathias’s answer painted a picture that was hard for him to imagine. The description of the man’s home and a dish made by his mother gave a warm feeling. It also gave another feeling, one that was bitter, and he couldn’t name the feeling. Valok felt as if something lacked in his life, something that was both taken and that he had never actually had. He wondered why he felt both happy to hear the man share his lovely memory and sad to have none of his own to share at the same time.

”Your village sounds very nice, such a wonderful meal must have been a grand treat.” He said nodding to Mathias, with a small smile.

”I was forged in an academy in the forests of Daka. Grimmrots, a training camp, one of the toughest ones, only the strongest of my kind can survive it.” Valok spoke with a pride ingrained into him. Many weaker children died there, they could not survive as he had, and to survive it made one strong, a suitable warrior.

”From there I trained in The Pits, a right of passage, to survive there is to become a man. I was once nearly gored by a beastman with great horns.” Valok continued, he even lifted his shirt to show the jagged scar left by horns across his torso. This story and the scar that came with it had impressed many of the soldiers in his battalion. He wondered if light elves were equally proud to share tales of grand scars and deadly battles.

---

Time: Afternoon
Location: River Port-Surfside Cafe
Interactions: Lucia@Potter

Leon tried not to fiddle with the fake ears too much, but every few minutes he still scratched at them. He couldn’t help it, they were just a bit itchy and he occasionally flicked at the tip of one of them. It was way weird to have to need pointy ears just to go out in public, to try act as if he was an elf and that everything he was looking at wasn’t full of things he’d never seen before. When it came to ordering food he just pointed to a random thing on the menu and ate that, he wasn’t picky and everything he’d tried so far was amazing. His food today was a fish he’d never heard of and strange looking but great tasting vegetables. It was better than food on Earth, even when he’d eaten the finely prepared dishes his parent’s chef had made. Back home real food was a luxury only the wealthy could afford. After leaving home he’d settled for the tasteless but nutrient filled food cubes. Quick and easy meals, which left more time for work, and more productive society, but were far from an enjoyable experience.

“This is way thrill, lightyears better than food cubes.” He said making a face at the thought of going back to eating something so bland and tasteless. He liked eating outdoors in the sun, there was a magnificent view of the beach, and the air was clean and just a bit cool and salty.

Over on the beach there was a stunning woman literally throwing herself onto the chest of a shirtless hunk. Some things, it seemed, didn’t change much no matter the world, and the beach here seemed exactly like the ones back on Earth, only cleaner. He’d only ever visited the beach once as a kid, family vacation, and his parents hadn’t let him do much. That had been a boring waste of a good time, this time would be more fun, he wouldn’t let the beach go to waste. Leon raised an eyebrow at the scowling face Lucia made as a passerby paused to admire the staff she always carried with her.

“We are never going to make friends if you keep mean muggin everyone who walks by. I'm more than ready to mingle with the locals, or go swimming, or do you surf here?” Leon leaned back in the chair and tossed a piece of fruit up in the air and into his mouth. The people on the beach didn’t look devious in the least, and there were certainly no evil skeletons walking around either. He was pretty sure he’d notice that.

“So how old is old Elle anyway? Are elves immortal?” He whispered a bit surprised that she had described the other elf as an old woman. She didn’t look that old after all, and he realized he’d never seen any real old looking elves.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests near River Port
Interactions: Zephyrin@Howlsofwinter, Kenia@Tae, Arwen?@princess

Bowyn allowed the mix of alcohol and his talkative companions to distract him as they continued traveling until it started to get dark. He did not volunteer to hunt for dinner, by the time they stopped to rest. He was both too drunk and too tired to care if he ate or not. A few missed meals was nothing to him, but Kenia caught a handful of rabbits for dinner anyhow. He barely ate them, allowing Zephyrin and Arwen to have a hardier share. Boreas of course hunted his own prey, and was far more vigilant than Bowyn during their turn on watch. The night was harder, it was far quieter than the day with others resting, leaving Bowyn alone with only his thoughts and memories. He had finished off what was left of the bottle he had carried with him, and when his turn on watch had ended, the alcohol lured him into a dreamless sleep.

He awoke when Boreas did, as early as the first signs of the sun beginning to awaken as well but before the sky was bright. The hangover itself was horrendous, but dreamless sleep had made it worth it to Bowyn. Kenia wanted to leave the moth fairy behind and Bowyn could understand her point; he was interesting enough but he could only be trusted to serve himself. While the same could likely be said of Zephyrin, Bowyn would not leave one of his own, alone and ill-equipped, in the forest. His people faced enough dangers and as much as he would hate to admit it, he still felt they needed to look out for each other. Arwen had made them all flower crowns, which was a bizarre use of her time but no more useless than his drinking. Boreas however stared at him with annoyed confusion as Bowyn placed the tiny crown upon the bird.

”Your new friend made it, for the cute little birdie.” Bowyn whispered, amused at the merlin’s annoyance at once again being decorated.

”I don’t like it.” Boreas replied, he had after all suffered the indignity of wearing a bow tie only a day before.

”It would be rude to reject a gift, you don’t want to be rude do you Boreas? I’m wearing mine.” Bowyn answered back, knowing Boreas would not want to offend the likely not an elf.

”And you look ridiculous.” Boreas retorted, though he left the flower crown now atop his head alone.

”But not half as ridiculous as you.” Bowyn added, appreciating the levity the simple flower crowns had brought. It was a kind gesture, and somehow made the situation they were in feel less bleak, bringing light to his dark mood. It was a bit fun to look ridiculous; still dressed in fancy ball clothes but now covered in the dirt and muck from the forest, and with a floral crown upon his head and resting against his horns, Bowyn couldn’t help but smile at it.

Later as they paused for lunch, an unnecessary break, Kenia confirmed his suspicions about Arwen. He nodded an acknowledgement at Kenia’s apology, and he understood her hesitation towards Zephyrin’s sudden appearance, but the fact still remained that she had welcomed Zephyrin the coldest out of all them, while showing immediate warmth to one who appeared to be another elf. His own place in her good graces was likely only due to his usefulness and vocal support of the same cause.

”I accept on the condition that should Zephyrin prove to be a problem, it will be one I deal with, not you.” Bowyn responded back in a hushed voice. He had seen how easy it was for her to leave behind those she did not care for, not only the moth fairy but a human and another elf as well. He didn’t expect the elf to be any more forgiving towards one of his own kind, and anything short of outright betrayal, was not worthy of leaving one of kind to death or enslavement. He had little energy to make conversation with creatures that were not birds, but listened in on Kenia’s interrogation of Arwen.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: The forest, now closer to River Port
Interactions: Cora @Potter, Elsea @Tae, Ezeri @Alivefalling

Cade did what he did best when conflict arose with people he genuinely liked, he avoided it and hoped it would go away. It never worked, but he was a stubborn cat and there was always the possibility that it would work one day. Traveling with Ezeri made this easier, she was an anomaly even to Avalia, and whatever information she was willing to share about her home was of interest to him. He kept his focus on learning what he could from the devil and her foul mouthed companion, and on ensuring that they made their way closer to the river port. At night they sought shelter and he hunted alone, hunting allowed his mind to be at peace. He even managed to find a couple of sweet tasting fruits for the humans, remembering Cora’s distaste at the game he’d caught for their breakfast. A small peace offering to further avoid any discussion on her misuse of fire in the forest. Elsea and Cora seemed more bonded than before, and he figured the flame haired human was much more equipped to discuss whatever had caused Cora to lose control than he was. He was more than willing to share food with Ezeri and her companions, and his questions towards her were more focused on demons and how they were best defeated than on her home world.

His relative silence continued from the night and into the next day, and their journey remained uninterrupted by demons. He wondered if Ezeri’s mere presence was enough to ward off the foul creature that had toyed with them the day before, or if it was simply content with the destruction it had already caused. He tried to put the demon out of his mind, his nightmares had already been plagued by it. Dreams of the scenario from the day playing out very differently, dreams in which his mind was overtaken by the illusion, where he killed the humans, where he fought with the false Shadow and killed Ayita, and dreams in which he died consumed by fire summoned by the humans. Each dream left him waking in a state of confusion and panic with a growl half uttered and caught in his throat. Each time he found it more and more difficult to fall back asleep. Eventually sleep proved a fruitless task and late into the night he occupied himself by fashioning two wooden spears and firehardening them. Morning had come with unsatisfied exhaustion, but he had beamed with pride as he presented the gifts to both Elsea and Cora, should they need a weapon, wish to hunt with them, or simply like to use them as a walking stick.

It was easier to ignore conversation the next day, his thoughts focused more keeping pace and fighting off the tiredness in his body. Cade knew the way from Roshmi to the River port very well, he had traveled it many times before and knew how to get there without the reliance on the well trodden paths that weaved through the forests. It was easy to lead the way without having to think too much about it. He stayed as alert as he could manage, no matter how perfect a proper nap in one of the patches of sun that poked through the trees sounded. Eventually they came upon a brook, where the water looked clean enough to drink and fish could be seen swimming beneath the crystal clear waters and several alaberry bushes grew nearby. It was a peaceful spot in the forest, but an ever rarer sight awaited them than the simple beauty of nature, a lone unicorn, it’s coat and mane shimmering beneath a patch of sunlight, stood drinking from the stream with perked ears.

”A grand omen, such a sight is a rare blessing from the gods.” Cade whispered as he spotted the sacred creature, holding his hand up to halt their approach. He was content to wait until the creature chose to leave. Thoughts of exhaustion and demons were gone from his mind in the serene presence of such a pure and sacred being.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: River Port
Interactions: Lucia@Potter

It had been ten days since Leon had jumped through a tear in the space time continuum. A portal into what was very clearly not even Earth, the locals were fairly primitive, and way strange but it wasn’t awful. Avalia had its own perks, the food was certainly better, the people here were a real trip, and well, magic was clearly its biggest plus. Earth didn’t have magic, not like this, and it didn’t have the endless things he had never seen or heard of, so much to explore and experience. Avalia had fresh clean air, land untouched by true industrialization, and endless possibilities. He’d even already made a friend, Lucia, an elf, an actual pointy eared, bow and arrow wielding, awesome elf. And unlike the ones in stories, this elf was generous and friendly. There were certainly worse fates than paling around with a wealthy badass elf. Like being murdered by a crime boss, which was probably how his life on Earth was about to end. Then again an evil skeleton wanted to kill him here so that wasn’t great, and Leon hadn’t even done anything yet.

The other big downside was that none of his tech worked here but Avalia had its own technology to figure out. As Lucia mentioned making something to eat, Leon realized he still hadn’t put the weird oven back together yet. No not an oven, here they called it a fira, and it used solar power to heat things fairly quickly. Minutes rather than the seconds he was used to but he still wanted to figure out how exactly it worked. Just about everything in Avalia either ran on solar power or magic, so there was a bit of a learning curve to what he was used to. As a kid he’d learned the best way, or at least the way that was the most fun, was to take something apart and figure it all out by putting it back together again. It was like solving a mystery, and the fact that nothing around here seemed to come with an instruction manual made it even more fun.

”Ya know, I can see it, you could charm the scales off a snake. Trade and barter must be nothing, then again who’d want to argue with elven Robin Hood.” Leon said laughing as Lucia twirled an arrow and grinned.

”And food sounds great, but the fira isn’t one hundred precent in working order. It will be soon, once I figure out why it keeps making that burnt smell…” Leon said then flashed an innocent smile, trailing off as he thought more about it. He had taken it apart last night, tried to put it back together again but every time it seemed like it was about to work it, the device gave off a terrible burning smell. It was overheating, he needed to pay closer attention to the heating components. He almost had it figured out last night but then before he’d finished fixing whatever it was he’d broken he had a better idea to improve the hoverboard he’d gotten just before coming to the River Port. The hoverboard was remarkably similar to the one he’d had as a kid, and just different enough that it was still fun to make adjustments to, and now it ran much better than before, unlike the fira. Lucia would probably want him to fix that soon but if they couldn’t make food in the house, they might have to venture out into the town. That prospect made him want to put off fixing the fira until later.

”I guess maybe we’ll have to go into town and try local cuisine.” Leon added, and there was really no use in trying to hide his enthusiasm at that suggestion. He wanted to explore the world here, not hide in a house all day.

”Plus if we go into town, we might find more humans, or allies. Then later, more training for sure, gotta level up to make sure a bag of old bones doesn’t kill me.” He continued, and while Leon didn’t normally care for things that took too much work, training was more like fun.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forest outside of Roshmi
Interactions: Zephyrin@Howlsofwinter, Kenia@Tae, Elthrael@Dezuel, Arwen?@princess

Bowyn recognized the wisdom in what Elthrael said, humans who let their power control them would make poor allies. The madman they had encountered before leaving Roshmi was proof enough of that, and while he didn’t trust Elthrael’s loyalty, his judgement here seemed sound. Elthrael’s usefulness was apparent, as he tossed apples to both Zephyrin and the elf who called herself Arwen. Perhaps now Zephyrin would cease stomping about like a disgruntled child at the prospect of a single missed meal. Arwen was overly friendly, behaving nothing like an elf. Her generosity with the apple and overly agreeable statements reminded him more of his own kind than any elf he’d ever run across. The fact that she seemed so genuinely excited to meet them was both annoying and endearing, like so many he’d known in his own village. Kenia’s comment only furthered his suspicion that this was likely not an elf. He took another drink from his bottle, as its contents diminished it tasted less and less like fire, and simply became easier to drink more of it. But the alcohol was failing him, he was still thinking of home.

“Well, it certainly looks like you prefer your people to mine, but then again, she hardly acts like an elf.” Bowyn mumbled back to Kenia. His speech was slurred, not enough to be incoherent, but enough that it was clear he was far from sober.

”Apparently you’re a cute little birdie.” He said to Boreas, who in turn took the complement by flipping his wings to better show off his flight feathers.

”Boreas likes your compliment. It seems we’re all going to the same place and we’re more than willing to be your guide for amas. Bowyn spoke to Clara, more pleasantly this time. He wasn’t about to turn down easy money, allowing a stranger to walk with them, to what seemed to be the same place they were already headed, was even easier than stealing it.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests outside Roshmi City
Interactions: Cora @Potter, Elsea @Tae, Ezeri @Alivefalling

“My apologies, I intended no insult. I have never met nor heard of devil’s before but if you're an enemy of the demon that was just here then it is nice to meet you Ezeri. I am Cadence of a Thunderstorm.” Cade said, relaxing some as the self proclaimed devil returned her sword to its sheath. Cade was still wary of her offer to join them, while the apparent demon they had just encountered was clearly no friend, Sakura was both a demon and a friend to him. He didn’t want to lead another to the port town if there was a chance Ezeri would try and harm Sakura. But much like the demon they had encountered at the ball, the demon in this forest was not something he knew how to fight, and if this devil had experience fighting demons she would be of great use.

“Excellent suggestion, let’s keep moving.” Cade said in response to Cora’s suggestion. He struggled to shake off some of his coldness towards her, relieved to hear her become more reasonable once again. What he couldn’t shake however was the words the false Shadow had spoken, even knowing it had come from a demonic enemy. Their purpose is only to destroy. He had seen the destruction, the lack of self control to wield power responsibly. Even in good people such destructive power, gone unchecked, would have devastating consequences. He remained unusually quiet, though he kept a close eye on Ezeri, unsure of what the motives of this strange creature and her unusual companions were. The sooner they got to the port town the better, he needed the help of someone like the elves, to better teach these humans control over their magic.

Avalia

Time: Afternoon
Location: Forests north of Roshmi City
Interactions: Malachi@princess, Belle@Potter, Myra@13org O’ner @Eviledd1984

Valok found Malachi to be perplexing, this was far from what he expected from a light elf, especially one so against Aklenroth. If this was some sort of trick then Malachi was an excellent liar, but nothing about his tone or demeanor seemed deceptive. He thought about what Malachi said, and it was hard to even imagine a world in which the dark and light elves could live peacefully alongside each other, and alongside fairies and demihumans as well. His people clung to pain just as tightly as they clung to hatred, it was part of them, it gave them strength. But dominion over darkness had been a gift to the dark elves from the goddess Halastra, one given in compassion to ease suffering, and they now used it to inflict pain. Dark elves had lost their way, and perhaps The Great King had as well. Valok found it difficult to imagine Aklenroth as something fallible, someone who could allow himself to be as lost as Valok had found his own people to be, but the King had ruled for a long time. Maybe to have a better world they needed someone to rule who was not burdened by the pain of the past, and willing to forgive present wrongs. If that was something Risa’s rebellion stood for that was something he was willing to try and fight for.

“If a better future is truly the goal of this rebellion, it will have my allegiance. Many of my kind are too far lost, but for those who aren’t they need a better way. You are not what I expected of light elves, and if this is what you, and the fairy Risa, fight for, I’m willing to fight alongside you. Maybe we can show our people a better way.” Valok said as he firmly shook the hand offered by Malachi. He had not expected this, to find himself willing to follow a light elf, to find him amicable, to accept a rebellion against The Great King. Rather than the doubt and dread he was expecting to find on this journey he felt something warmer. A feeling vastly different than the fires of hatred when one faced an enemy. For the briefest moment he didn’t feel the cold and consuming hollowness, as he thought about a better world, the possibility of it, the warm feeling lingered. Was this what hope felt like? Like the stories of dark elves from long ago, first inspired to fight for Aklenroth on the promise that they would thrive even in exile. The hope of something better, and the feeling it provided seemed like something worth following, enough to try.

”I am called Valok.” He added after Malachi had introduced himself. The light elf directed them to walk closer to the trees and further from the open skies and the brightness of the afternoon sun. Valok was grateful to be closer to the shade, his vision was better here and it was comforting to be near the shadows cast by the trees. They didn’t walk long before Belladonna prevented the group from traveling further, stopping to ask a string of questions. Valok had not noticed any signal from Malachi for this to happen and he wondered if it was common for light elves to allow their subordinates to act in this manner. He kept quiet, not having been addressed with any further questions and not wanting to speak out of turn. Her suspicions seemed focused on Myra and Mathias who were looking for the demon’s companions. He waited to hear there answers, wondering if the three Myra had named were demon’s as well.