[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]

Things shifted again as Cuyler watched the crowd being escorted away from the dragon who turned into a woman. Arya moved away from him to focus her attention on the potential threat who seemed to be here for their child. A child that Lyra apparently knew the location of. This day was only growing more bizarre by the moment. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening his furs before he looked over the rest of the crowd on stage. Everyone’s attention was on the pair of newcomers and each person seemed to have their own agenda for them. Cuyler stood out of the way as best he could while he put his observation to good use and watched each person in turn, trying to get a read on them as they advanced through the palace gardens. 
It was peculiar that Halley would be a friend, one that thrived on chaos but with her siblings they created balance. There always needed to be extremes, two opposites of a line but they always came together in the middle. Cuyler was sure Halley would help them. It was destined and he believed that wholeheartedly. The stars would speak their tale tonight and it being the shortest day of the year, Cuyler only needed to wait a couple more hours before the stars would really start to show. He glanced up at the sky then, where one could see a portion of the moon and a few bright stars beginning to show already.  

[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]

Surprisingly, Valda had agreed with Amarantha to remain behind. This allowed Amarantha and the Wendron Witches to depart quickly without the need to assign security to the Queen. The Port was a place strongly cemented into Amarantha’s memory. Even though she was taken at a young age, that smell and feel of wind on her skin never left her memories. She stepped up the Port Witch Coven’s house. She remembered this place from her memories as well. It was a place the orphaned and neglected children often went to on dares or other childish games. Some were even said to have disappeared on the rare occasion the front door opened. None of these worries of fears went through Amarantha’s head as she stepped up to the dark building and surveyed its surroundings. Every place had a stronghold and a weak point, she was about to find theirs when a great wall of fire came down from the sky. It bounced off a barrier, doing zero damage and then Jadis began to speak again. Amarantha had jumped back from the fires impact. She immediately drew a knife, ready for whatever came out of the fire or the house in retaliation. When nothing presented itself she turned slightly, glaring at the witches who began to chant. So clearly they didn’t care all too much if the Princess Luna died, just that they ended their witch rivales. The Deputy Hunter wasn’t too sure how to feel about that predicament; however, the spell bounced. This showed her that there was no way to safely get in until these wards were down. 
Amarantha took to guard duty, walking around the witches in slow, ever changing steps. She kept one eye on the Coven house and one on the barge. Waiting for it to make it’s slow progress into the Port. At least she would have her back up to assist her in getting Luna out safely.
She removed another knife from her belt and began twirling them in unison around her fingers before switching to flipping it back and forth while the Witches made their progress. The air seemed to shift around Amarantha and she turned her head in time, hair blowing back around her, to watch the windows be blown out from the house. She turned away, covering her head and waited for the tinkling of glass hitting the ground to stop. Once the sound cleared she looked back to see that the door had been splintered open. A evil smile rose to meet her lips at the sight. A simple yet welcomed sight as it finally gave them the access they had been waiting for. Amarantha flipped her knives back, the coolness of the handles comforting in her palms as she walked forwards. She stepped over glass and the cracked wood that littered the ground outside the house and inside on the floor. She looked around the deserted front room and began to hum to herself. It was an old song the children used to sing while playing games in the streets. It spoke of creatures appearing out of the night, their form continually changing into the thing you feared most. [i]One, two… She’s coming for you… Three, four… Here he climbs the walls…[/i] It wasn’t the most pleasant thing but it had almost become habitual for her to sing it. 
She felt her companions come in behind her. She looked left than right before giving a simple nod. Two fanned around the edges while one went back outside to secure the back. From here on out Amarantha’s mind was on one thing and one thing only. The survival of Luna. The Wendron Witches were here for the blood of their rivals but if they stepped in her way or proved to be a hindrance in the mission she was tasked with, more than just the Port Witch Coven’s blood would be spilt. Amarantha had no problem throwing the head of Puck’s sister at his feet if she proved to be the problem. 
As Girl 603 and Boy 604 moved out, Amarantha took another step forward but no more as one witch descended from the stairs and three more out of the hallway. 
[color=#006400]“We did knock,”[/color] she said sweetly. Their eyes narrowed and their lips began to move. Amarantha shifted and looked at the witches behind her. [color=#006400]”If you wouldn’t mind,”[/color] she said. With a nod from Jadis and sweet gesture to have their fun, the witches moved forward to take on their enemy. Amarantha however remained focused on Jadis. 
[color=#006400]”If you would follow me Witch Mother, I may be in need of your assistance if the Princess is well guarded.” [/color] 
As the room began to light up in front of them, Amarantha took Jadis. They moved around the mass of witches doing battle in what remained of the front room. It took time but they moved undetected and reached the hallway the three witches had emerged from earlier. 
The fighting continued on in the room behind them. Two Port Witches would fall at the hands of then Wendron Witches, leaving two left but the casualties weren’t all one sided. One of the Wendron Witches perished as well. 
There weren’t many rooms to choose from and on the third kick of opening doors, Amarantha found her target. Luna sat on the bed, surrounded by three people. The Hunter was able to survey the room quickly, using her skill of perception that had given her promise at an early age. It was in this that she saw that the closest witch to Luna was attempting to [b]Cradlesnatch[/b] her. With a flash of movement, Amarantha grabbed the [b]Fast Freeze Charm[/b] on her person and threw it into the room. It effectively froze everyone in the room, leaving her and Jadis who remained outside the room and to her immense pleasure, Luna unfrozen. 
[color=#006400]”Princess Luna, we have been sent by your sister to retrieve you. If you would please hurry.”[/color] Amarantha spoke rather calmly to the Princess, not wanting to frighten her more than she already looked. They were, after all, on a trial run of sorts. If Amarantha secured the Princess, there would be no doubt about the Young Army.