[hr][hr][center][img]https://s2.postimg.cc/9u4ekd45l/darke.png[/img][hr][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/yraatuhc1/monty-python-witch.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][@LadyRunic][@Dragoknighte][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=10A133][b]Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 1:30 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	Asha let out a bit of a gasp, fully coming to her senses. Sometimes, she acted purely out of instinct. And yet, she had not assumed that another would do the same - a stranger nonetheless. She looked at Lyra again, as if she was seeing her for the first time. "Thank you...I owe you a great debt, noble warrior," Asha said with a smile, ignoring the fact that her [b]Magyk[/b] had ultimately deflected the orb. She placed a delicate kiss on Lyra's cheek, before she turned her attention to Malekith. As the orb of [b]Darke[/b] energy struck him, it seemed to eat away at his life force.

	[color=#9B30FF]"We will do what we must, Atkin, to protect our Queen and our home,"[/color] Arya answered, stepping in between his line of sight to Malekith. She did not want him to witness such a gruesome fate. He was beyond the reach of any [b]Physik[/b] Arya feared. A young [b]Physik[/b] woman, [url=http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/29800000/HBC-as-Helen-Schlegel-helena-bonham-carter-29832140-400-314.jpg]Julia Moriss[/url], managed to break through the crowds, crouching down next to Malekith and she administered several potions, but it was without success. Malekith was dead, despite her best efforts. 

	Peter Wylie looked at the body with grim satisfaction, stepping over to it and covering Malekith's face with his cloak. He didn't want any of the young children present to bear witness. Queen Valda was just a child as well, despite her new position as leader of the Castle. Arya paused, not certain what to say as to Malekith's ultimately self inflicted death, before she cast an [b]Expel[/b] and a rush of air hit the draconic illusion, blowing the red dragon away as it crumbled into dust and dissipated. [color=#9B30FF]"And as for your lessons...I believe we may begin your [b]Darke[/b] week earlier in your apprenticeship than is normal."[/color] 

	Rowland frowned, gripping Myrus' shoulder once he saw his former apprentice had taken care of the illusion. "No, my boy, that is not the case," Rowland warned. He did a quick [b]MindRead[/b] and saw the presence of a young girl he had not seen in years - Esren Carlan. She had been a candidate for the ExtraOrdinary Apprentice, after Peter Wylie had left for the Eastern SnowPlains. "[b]Nerse,[/b] I command you to leave his mind! [b]Out![/b]" Rowland exclaimed, his hands shimmering with a purple glow. Myrus stumbled backwards as his head cleared and within the Palace's walls, Nera's nose bleed subtly, having been so forcibly evicted from the young prince's mind. 

	"My queen, I do not wish to trouble you with more grave news, but it appears a witch has attempted [b]Concilium[/b] on your brother's mind," Rowland said. Myrus sat down on the ground, looking dazed and a bit pale. [b]Concilium[/b] was generally seen as a [b]Darke[/b] art, one that witches excelled at above all else. Those with the best results at it tended to claim heritage from the Eastern SnowPlains or the Land of Long Nights. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"Please, allow me your highness,"[/color] Arya said, holding her hand in front of her as she traced what seemed to be a compass rose in the air, making unwavering eye contact with Myrus. It was not as strong as a physical [b]SafeCharm[/b], but it would give him resistance to further mental incursions. All of those of [b]Magykal[/b] learning would know how dangerous it was to tamper with someone's mind. In cases where the individual had a family history of mental illness, it almost guaranteed that it would develop at one point or another, sometimes even months after the event. 

	She then turned to Cuyler, a slight blush on her cheeks. She had noticed how he had moved to protect her from the dragon. And as much as she wished she had time to ponder its implications, she had a duty to the Castle that had to come before any affairs of the heart. [color=#9B30FF]"Please, do tell,"[/color] Arya said to Cuyler, wondering if perhaps he had seen something not of [b]Magyk[/b] before that could give such perilous results. She knew the Land of Long Nights had many secrets - perhaps this was something from that land?

	Jadis, meanwhile, couldn't help but cackle. She had been relatively silent as she and her brother stared at the body. Puck seemed almost disappointed that his prized deputy hunter wouldn't get a chance to impress the new Queen with her skills. "He should have heeded your advice far sooner, my sweet," Jadis said with a grin to her surrogate daughter. 

	Within the Palace itself, Nera wiped away the bit of blood that had pooled out from her nose. [color=7bcdc8]"We must not tarry. I believe some wizard has learned of my intrusion into the young prince's mind,"[/color] she explained. If only Myrus' sibling had been so fortunate when Nera used her similarly. [color=7bcdc8]"No one to follow, no one to know - our path will vanish as if covered in snow,"[/color] Nera recited, casting a simple anti-tracking spell. Medea and Marya were beginning to fidget, annoyed at being in one place so long. 

	"Хајде да идемо већ, сви ће само причати и разговарати и разговарати док сви не умремо!" Marya insisted with a huff. Her sister nodded in agreement and in the blink of an eye, they had transported Nera, Fleur, and Rhys to the doorsteps of the Port Witch Coven. The twins were bouncing lightly on the balls of their feet, not even out of breath from a lengthy run that they had undergone in less than a second. 

	"Зашто си га зграбио?" Medea asked her sister, only for Marya to shrug.

	"Осећала се као да би изазвала неку драму овде, досадно ми је."