[hr][hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/t6dh2plxt/5f17395adc79eddfe9f9f8fe9fccedc3.png[/img][hr][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/tj4v8poq9/giphy.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@mnkee][@LadyRunic][@Dragoknighte][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][hr][center][h3][color=7bcdc8][b]Present Day - The Castle: December 21st, 12,507 - 3:00 PM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr]	"Ya shouldn't be afraid to tell them off," the bartender advised Sylvi, passing her another drink - this time on the house. He had seen those silver haired twins in here before, though up until a few weeks ago, they were always accompanied by their brother. The man with them - he hadn't seen him before in his life. "Name's Jack," the bartender introduced himself, holding out a hand to Sylvi. "And those two are nothin' but trouble."

	[color=7ea7d8]"Стари човек Худсон поново долази на нас. Ако је Тате био овде, убио би га,"[/color] Marya complained to Medea. 

	[color=A6C1C3]"Знам, понекад је досадан, мада можда не смета Татеу да га убије,"[/color] Medea responded, nodding her head in agreement.

	Marya then eyed Myth as she took the makeshift stage, a wicked idea forming in her mind. She already pegged her as someone from the Land of Long Nights and as much as she supported her adoptive father's quest to find love, she couldn't help the words that spilled from her mouth. They had a soft accent to them that most would've only heard had they met someone from the Eastern SnowPlains before. [color=7ea7d8]"Sing about the Four,"[/color] Marya requested. [color=7ea7d8]"If you know about them."[/color]

	[color=A6C1C3]"Ooh, good choice,"[/color] Medea responded with a smile. Bruce did a small double take at the twins, after all, he was pretty sure they knew that entire story by heart.

	[color=8dc73f]"Uh, no, not really... They sometimes drive me crazy to be honest..."[/color] Bruce muttered, before being slightly glad that Myth had gotten off his lap, and headed over to perform something.[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Arya Rincewind[/color] & [color=ff0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/d3w5cx09d/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=#9B30FF][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Palace Lawns[/center][hr]	Even with the bluebelle flames, Arya couldn't quite shake the chill from the extremely cold temperatures. It felt as if it was penetrating her bones and she drew her cloak more tightly around her, but it didn't seem to help at all. Her lips were blue and her breathing had become incredibly slow. Her [b]Magyk[/b] faltered and Myrus fell, only for Rowland to intervene and take over, stabilizing the levitation [b]Charm[/b] Arya had cast. 

	"Let us get inside [b]Now[/b]," Rowland urged, a certain sternness to his voice. It wasn't often that he was strict, but people were already falling ill and the weather wasn't becoming any better. He knew that it wouldn't be long until sunset and on the longest night of the year, witches became even more bolder. Beyond what had already happened, he expected that they would be busy all night in defense of the Castle - especially if the Witch Mothers decided to expand the size of their Coven, stealing little girls from their beds. 

	Arya nodded, feeling incredibly exhausted as the small group went inside of the Palace. They ended up in the Long Walk, which was fortunate, as the Throne Room may or may not still have Princess Snaera's body on the ground. Jadis and Puck had claimed that they would handle things - but did either of them still have any credibility left, at this point? 

	The ExtraOrdinary Wizard's eyes flickered towards the gigantic metal gauntlet that was on display, noticing the way that Emperor Taj appeared to have a keen interest in it as well. She made a mental note to make inquiries as to where it had come from exactly. Sadly, the best sources of information would be the ghosts of the Palace - or yet another line of questioning for Marcellus. [color=#9B30FF]"H-how is the Prince?"[/color] Arya stammered, looking at Becky. 

	Becky didn't move her attention away from Myrus, pulling various potions and mixtures from her belt and placing them on Myrus' tongue, yet there was no response. "Not well, I am afraid," Becky admitted. "And to think, for this to happen on the day of poor Valda's coronation and sweet Luna's kidnapping...It really is a cursed day," Becky muttered. 

	"Can you save him?" Emperor Taj asked simply. 

	Becky looked up at him. "I can try. That is all I can promise."
	
	Not too far away, in Lyra's room, baby Zekarra continued to gurgle happily. Every so often, the baby would send another line of flames at Richard. And fortunately, the product of her flame had not singed Myrus' book for Miss Mavis Moll too terribly. It was still legible, and if Lyra were to examine it closely, she would notice that the writing seemed to have doubled - as if the heat of the flames had revealed secrets hidden within the text. 

	"Oh?" Asha asked Lyra, feigning innocence. She smiled at the baby dragon, only for her eyes to widen as the baby tried to grab at her necklace. She jumped backwards, only for Puck to laugh at her and smirk. 

	"Afraid of a baby, Asha?" Puck teased. 

	Asha's lips thinned. "Not of the baby." [hr][center][img]https://s22.postimg.cc/6iy7w3vyp/tenor.gif[/img][hr][h3][b][color=7bcdc8]The Port: Port Witch Coven House[/color][/b][/h3][/center][hr]	Luna was still out cold. The bump on her head hadn't made things worse, but it hadn't exactly made her condition any better. It was probably the most injured and feeble she had ever been before in her life, given the privileged family that she came from. To say that Luna had been sheltered was an understatement. Amarantha was faring a bit better - the stranger's assault on Rhys had broken his concentration, to the extent that his spells ended and Amarantha would finally be free! 	

	[color=#0099cc]"That's a little rapey, not gonna lie. Fella should know what Davey Jones does to pricks like him,"[/color] Harlianne commented, not lowering her weapons as she glanced at Rhys. She turned her guns on him and fired off two shots - one for each gun - and managed to land one bullet in his thigh. He was lucky they were not [b]Named[/b] bullets and she hadn't been trying to kill him - just to incapacitate him for a little while. She then motioned for the others to follow her and set off at a brisk pace for the Port Barge. There were only two people on duty and at the sight of a crazy ginger with a gun heading towards them, with the unconscious princess carried by another woman behind her, they took off at a run. 

	[color=#0099cc]"M'boat now,"[/color] Harlianne said with a shrug. It was already set to sail so get in the barge and get going! 

	Back inside the house, Nera's ghost couldn't help but smile at Fleur. However, the smile was tinged with sadness. [color=7bcdc8][i]"It took me many years to gain control of it, my dear...Perhaps you have the gift for it - or perhaps you will rip a hole in time...No one can know until you try. Feel it - it is an extension of the soul."[/i][/color] Nera then put a ghostly hand on Fleur's, nodding at her. It was pretty much the standard advice they would give to any Port Witch attempting a new area of [b]Magyk.[/b] Through trial and error, it ultimately would come down to finding the right feeling and then channeling it - usually somehow between rage and serenity. 

	"What do you want me to do?" Constance asked Fleur. "That little bitch, Valda, is Queen [i]and[/i] the ranking Witch Mother of the Wendrons now...All of our kids and a few witches are at the safe house in the Badlands."