[color=007236]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 [color=f7941d]“Yldra tigi ie? Tag he jik?”[/color] 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…
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