[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location:[/color] The Palace Lawn [/center][hr]

The words Rowland spoke were highly concerning. If it wasn’t [b]Magykal[/b] then what on Earth could have penetrated the wards with no detection? His eyes roamed the castle grounds, watching as it cleared out from the townspeople leaving in a rush and now spouting all kinds of nonsense on what this could possibly mean. Some of the delegates from neighbouring countries seemed to move forward in an effort to help but Cuyler’s mind was focused on other things. [i]The sun may be finally setting upon the Castle…[/i] Why would Rowland say that? Was he giving up on the Castle? This wasn’t Cuyler’s home, so he shouldn’t necessarily care for the place but it had become a kind of safe haven for him. Positive memories remained here of him and his father, for in the Land of Lost Nights all he saw in the villages and along the countryside was the destruction of his own home and the bodies of his friends, sister and that very man he called father. 
He shut eyes briefly to clear his head, taking a deep breath before opening them again and looked around the Palace Lawn. This place was his home now and he had a new family now. His eyes came to rest upon the stage again where a woman with shockingly yellow-white hair and one in purple robes stood talking to each other. 
Without removing his eyes from them he spoke to Rowland. [color=pink]”Do you think this tragedy could be in relation to what that Ghost said and the [b]Queste[/b]?”[/color]
Cuyler was very much in the dark here and though it might frighten or frustrate some, he respected that knowledge and would approach this situation better than he had five years ago.  First it would be gathering as much information as he could and second would be to use the knowledge of his home and the things he learned in the Traders Market over the years to help. Sure, his observations might be completely useless but his loyalty to these people would be the strength he used in order to help them on their own queste, to find the culprits and Princess Luna. 


[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] The Palace Lawn [/center][hr]

They stuck to the shadows, just out of sight but in full view of everything. Amarantha had felt the wind flow through the crowd, heard the screams and the commotion as people made their best effort to shuffle out of the only entrance onto the Palace Lawn and finally, the whistle of her beloved commander. Amarantha’s eyes flashed open, the blue seeming to over power everything else that remained hidden in the shadows. She untangled her legs, slipped her knife back into her boot and stood. She strode out with the full force of the Young Army with her, at least, those Puck deemed worthy to accompany them into the Castle today. The lot of them may be teenagers but they held themselves better than most adults, certainly better than the shrieking men and woman trying to get out of the Palace. Honestly, could they shut their mouths? It was giving Amarantha a headache; however, the site of the people on center stage brought an upwards curve to her lips. Only earlier that day they had gotten the go ahead: the Queen agreed to reinstate the Young Army. How convenient that tragedy should strike that very day when they would be needed. 
Amarantha came to stop just a hair’s space behind her commander’s right side and bowed exceptionally well to the Queen. 
[color=#006400]”My Queen,”[/color] she purred. [color=006400]”The Young Army is here to be used at your disposal in order to protect and serve you and the Castle.”[/color] At this point Amarantha usually rolled her eyes, but after the last punishment she learned to cement her expression into cool respect. 
Her eyes drifted to Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome who had been called forward with his Darke name, which Amarantha had committed to memory already. He looked to be full of secrets but seemed the type to expect a few in return for one of his. Mmm, the dance between predator and prey was always the best part.