[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]

Myrus’s words stopped many things in Cuyler. His thoughts, his breath, his heart. For a split second he thought of moving over to Arya and claiming he knew a safe place to hide, to tuck her away where nothing could touch her but [b]Magyk[/b] followed [b]Magyk[/b]. Odd as it was, she would probably be safer in the open. Cuyler shifted back and refocused on Myrus. He was terrified and Cuyler was sure the [i]she[/i] he spoke of was the Witch that invaded his head. 
Multiple things were going on in the courtyard and Cuyler had a habit of tracking each thing. So when he heard Queen Valada knight Lyra, he looked over to watch. Cuyler had never seen a Knighting performed, so he didn’t understand fully the unorthodox of the Knighting given to his friend. After it’s conclusion, Lyra worked to compose herself and glanced over at Cuyler. A small smile crested his lips when he saw the emotions flicker through her eyes. This is why Lyra had left, why she fought so hard to cement her life here. Congratulations would have to wait, as the Prince was still struggling and Lyra had a duty to now perform. Before they could exit the lawn though, the woman who was a dragon previously spoke up and mentioned a word Cuyler hadn’t heard in a long time. 
With the threat of the woman-dragon gone, having followed Lyra into the castle, Thia came over. She nuzzled under Cuyler, taking up the small space between him and Myrus. She looked up at the Prince, licked his hand and laid down. To anyone it would look like the man’s dog came to take up residence at her owner’s feet to provide comfort but to Thia and Cuyler who knew her, it was far more than that. Thia watched everyone around her, her eyes and ears the only thing that shifted every once in awhile. Until night, Thia would remain close to the young Prince. 
A mutant? Cuyler’s brow furrowed. He had heard that strange word before, on his travels. They had extraordinary abilities. Abilities that rivaled some Gods. Some even worshiped them as the Gods. The stories Cuyler had come across didn’t say that they were born with or were created to have power like the Gods but their abilities came from an external force or an intense internal force; such as, an emotional break. Cuyler briefly wondered if the Witch who invaded Myrus’s head knew that would occur to the Prince when she stepped into his mind.
With the little information Cuyler knew, he attempted to use it to comfort the Prince. His eyes looked up from Thia’s fur and at the Prince’s face again. 
[color=pink]”Mutant isn’t something to fear Prince Myrus. People around the word revere them to be next to Gods. The tale I told you earlier,”[/color] Cuyler said, looking to Ayra. [color=pink]”Those children could be considered mutants, although in The Land of Lost Nights they are not,”[/color] Cuyler said and looked back at Prince Myrus. 
[color=pink]”We will figure this out.”[/color] He reached out then to rest a hand on the man’s shoulder. Even though there were several things occuring in The Castle at this moment, Cuyler was sure everyone would be working to get Myrus's situation figured out as well. For his safety as well as the peoples’. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Outside the Port Witch Coven [/center][hr]

Amarantha continued to twirl her knife even as the Witch across from her conjured up a wave of [b]Darke Magyk[/b] to her. When Fleur’s eyes began to glow purple Amarantha shifted, clutching her knife in her hand and made a ready stance but what came next wouldn’t help her. She was hit squarely in the stomach and sent flying through the window. Amarantha didn’t make a single noise as she was flung and hit the ground with a hollow thud and a crack. She dropped her knife from the impact and wasn't able to reach for it. She sucked in a breath and lifted her head to see the snap in her leg. She was about to examine the rest of her when the Wizard from before landed on top of her. At this she cried, for the break in her leg worsened; however, the break in her arm remained the same. There was a dull pain there as she felt nothing but her leg was on fire. 
Amarantha returned her attention to the man on top of her, she sucked in a breath and glared at him. 
[color=#006400]”Would you kindly, get, off!”[/color] she roared at the man and knocked her elbow into his face. It had absolutely no effect on the devilishly handsome gent straddling her, which only infuriated her further. The pain wasn’t bothering her, it was the embarrassment of the situation, for Princess Luna was standing next to them and now the famous Deputy Hunter had to ask for assistance. She tilted her head back and gave three short whistles. Boy 512 came sprinting around the corner and quickly saw the situation at hand. His Deputy sprawled on the ground, being pinned by a giant of a man compared to her. He hurried to her side and grabbed the man’s shirt collar. By the gentleman’s size, you would think one would brace himself to lift such a weight up and off but Boy 512 was clearly not on the same island as the rest of them for when he went to lift Rhys off, he lost his footing and both men fell onto the Deputy Hunter. 
Amarantha roared with pain as the impact hit her broken leg again. She saw red behind her eyes as she looked over at Boy 512. 
[color=#006400]”It seems you no longer have use for your fingers or the balance of your toes. When I get out of this I will help to relieve you of them.”[/color] It wasn’t an empty threat and if he didn’t do something to help her immediately, he would lose more than that. 
Amarantha looked up at the man on top of her and tilted her head slightly, giving off less of the predator and more of the prey. 
[color=#006400]”You however, seem quite good with your hands. I could use the assistance with him if I can provide any interest,”[/color] Amarantha spoke. Her voice no longer held the venom and frost she spoke with earlier but had a honey sweet and fresh summer wind tilt to it.