[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 Ramblings ---> Outside The Winking Duck ---> Outside Wizard Tower[/center][hr]

The snow raged around Cuyler as he walked. Thia trotted along beside him, watching the children play within the snow. They threw snowballs and walked around sticking their tongues out until a snowflake stuck. It was peculiar to see such innocence amongst such destruction. Cuyler turned his head and walked a little faster. 
He stopped in front of the tavern, seeing what used to be in complete ashes. The devastation was second to the woman standing in front of the destruction. There was a stillness about her as the snow seemed to part around her. A dark mass of hair slipped past her shoulders, framed by the snow that fell around her. The white stood out dramatically against the dark shape, seeming to form a crown even as the snow dusted the ground below their feet. She began speaking to him, knowing his name even though Cuyler did not recognize her at all. Thia however seemed to and she walked right up to the woman before sitting beside her. The Norwegian Elkhound watched as the woman's hands began to glow red and weave some sort of [b]Magyk[/b]. Cuyler took a step back, watching all of this with a careful eye. The ashes she swirled continued to build and build, taking the shape of a man until it solidified and a man did indeed stand in front of Cuyler but it couldn’t be. Cuyler stumbled back, shocked. He hadn’t heard of death being reversed. That power belonged to a God, or perhaps a child of a God. The woman looked back at him before she disappeared. 
A strange sensation worked through Cuyler, it was a mixture of elation and bewilderment. Cuyler knew the Gods existed, but to see one, to have one speak to him was something else. Snapping out of it he went to Halvor’s side. His hands came to rest on his face, examining him for himself. Thia barked happily, standing and wagging her tail at the very much alive Halvor. 
[color=pink]”We need to get you back to Olaf,”[/color] Cuyler said. He took Halvor by the hand and pulled him along quickly to the Trader’s Docks. 
Cuyler and Thia dropped Halvor off at the docks, not staying for long due to the fact that he still needed to get to Ayra. With a final look, grinning despite the situation, Cuyler walked back into the Ramblings and headed for Wizard Tower instead. The wind started to whip around him as they walked with an increased pace. Another storm was on the horizon but Cuyler felt positively warm. His friend was alive and the Gods were alive and well. Halley was not responsible for the destruction that had befallen the Castle last night and to add to it, she most likely knew who had brought death to his doorstep four years ago. Reinvigorated, Cuyler made quick work of getting to the Wizard Tower. He looked up at the tower, wondering how he would get admittance. When he looked back at the door he saw that he wasn’t the only one looking to get in. For a moment Cuyler thought it would be Halley again but the yellow hair threw that idea out the window. He walked up beside her and stared at the door. 
[color=pink]”Perhaps the [b]Magyk[/b] word is [i]Open Sesame[/i]?”[/color] Cuyler suggested with a wry smile.

[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 Servants Quarters -- Outside Lyra’s Room[/center][hr]

A slow smile spread across Amarantha’s full lips when she saw a petite blonde open her door. She looked elated to see Asha at her door but her colour drained rather quickly at seeing Amarantha standing there as well. With one more admiring look at her, Amarantha turned her head back to address Asha. 
[color=#006400]”My commander left with you yesterday to investigate the whereabouts of that dragons’ egg. And you, were the one who held it,”[/color] Amarantha realized as she looked back at the woman standing in the doorway. What a fortuitous circumstance to have two people who had last seen Puck in front of her. [color=#006400]”I am under the impression that you were the last to see him alive. I want to know what happened.” [/color] Amarantha leaned against the wall beside the open door and looked between the women. 
To anyone passing by, Amarantha was the epitome of calm but beneath the surface was a viper ready to strike. Sure she detested Puck, he had taken her from her mother but at the very least, he had provided a roof over her head and a bed to call her own. As his former Deputy Hunter, she owned him one final courtesy of getting to the bottom of his death and avenging him. 
Being rooted in the Young Army the way she was brought her no regret. They made her who she was and they were the only family she cared to remember. That family, from what she understood from her medic, was now gone. She wanted answers. As for the fate of the those remaining in the Young Army, Amarantha included, that answer would come after she received hers.