"That's enough."

The Elite, spun around suddenly, the sound of a man coming from right behind. And there he stood; a man in dazzling golden armor, arms folded behind him and face expressionless. His hair was spiky and golden, his eyes a crimson red like blood. He towered over the Elite, though his presence alone was enough to intimidate. 

"Stand down," he told the Elite calmly, his expression wavering not even once. 

"L-Lord Asgard..." The Elite stated nervously. "Bu-"

Stand. Down." The man repeated, his voice even more sternly and somehow with more intimidation. And it was enough to make the Elite withdraw, not daring to defy him. Asgard merely took a few steps forward, looking over the group of girls closely. Belle looked up to the man as best as she could, his presence making her sick to her stomach. It took everything in her to merely stay conscious. "The wanderer, the orphan, and the child..." He said under his breathe, as if it weren't meant to be heard at all. He then turned his back to them, facing the door as even more soldier came marching into diner. "Bring them to me," he told them. And then, a sudden ripple in the air formed over his appearance, as if the scenery around him was engulfing his being. "They are the ones."

And he was gone. 

The soldiers began grabbing the girls, hoisting them up whether they wanted to go or not. Belle could hardly even fight back, though she saw no point in doing so. That presence... It was familiar somehow, and it left her stomach feeling twisted and vile. And if he could come and go so easily, who was to say he wouldn't come back again...

Belle looked back as the soldiers dragged her out of the diner, searching for any sight of Melody. She was nowhere to be seen though. That should have made her feel relieved, knowing that her little sister had made it out alright and wasn't caught. At the same time though, she couldn't even say goodbye...

"Oof!" Belle grunted as the soldiers tossed her into the back of the carrier craft, along with the others. She barely got a glimpse of the street before they were shut in, the sight of civilians staring and talking to one another in hushed tones.

And then darkness. Followed by the sound of the vehicle being thrown into motion. Belle could merely sit there, hunched on the ground as she stared at the metal doors. Her mind was blank, she could hardly think straight or focus on a single hung at once. They had come out of nowhere, they had come for her sister, but they took her instead. And the fight... What had happened back there...? Belle had just... Fought. And semi well, for that matter. And using magic... When she had picked that up, she had no clue, but...