[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=pink]Cuyler Eysteinsson[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=pink]Location: The Palace Library ---> Wizard Tower Courtyard[/color] 
Skills: Water Manipulation; Enhanced Strength[/center][hr]

The silence was deafening. The silence was worse than her speaking to him, telling him things he didn’t want to hear, admit to. Cuyler wasn’t sure what he was expecting, what he was waiting for but when that necklace appeared in his hand, the final piece of his heart completely shattered. Not only had that necklace been a gift to her, a start to what they had advanced on, it had also been a symbol of their friendship, of how they had met and now, Arya was taking all that back by returning this necklace. He stared at it rather than her as she said goodbye to him and disappeared. Cuyler felt that familiar sparkle of [b]Magyk[/b] being used as she used what was killing her to leave. And that, was probably the biggest slap in the face. 
The room around him faded from his peripheral vision, all he saw was that necklace. It’s warmth fading as his hand began to shake. White noise filled his ears, a numbing buzz that could only be achieved when the body went into shock or the person was filled with such a rage that no sound could get through. Cuyler roared his unseen pain and dropped to his knees. Water shot out from his hands, from all around him and he completely decimated the library. If Cuyler never saw another book again, it would be too soon. Seeing red behind his tears, he crushed the necklace into powder. That task didn’t leave him unmarked though as it tore up his hand and he started to drip a steady stream of blood onto the floor. The pain was numbing, comforting. A reprieve of the heartache he was experiencing. 
She would have never put him first, she would never be able to set her duty, her birthright aside and why should she? Cuyler was following his own birthright now. He stood, his face a mask over the pain even though hot, tears still fell from his face. She owed him nothing and he owed her everything but it was meaningless now. Everything here was meaningless now. Cuyler turned and walked out of the library. He left a bloody handprint on the door but he didn’t even register it or the guards yelling as he left a trail of blood down the hallway and out of the Palace. He followed where his feet carried him, merely a passenger in his own body. 
He reached Wizard’s Tower, the former beacon of his heart but he wasn’t here for her. He was here for his mother and for his extended family. Once he found Klara he would speak to her, beg her to take him with her. To leave this place so he didn’t have to see the white stone of the tower any longer. So he didn’t have to go to The Land of Lost Nights and feel the death that followed him every time he stepped onto that grey shore. 
Cuyler stepped into the courtyard, the tears finally stopping although the blood from his hand still flowed. He didn’t even feel it, didn’t even feel the remote dizziness of blood loss. That loss wasn’t even comparable. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Wizards Tower
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Amarantha moved around the perimeter of the room where the ceremony would be held. There was a buzz of noise as people spoke up the upcoming wedding and what the bride would be wearing, what kind of vows they would be doing. It was all drivel to her. She kept her ears perked though to any mention of sabotage or danger of any kind. Her guards remained vigilant and the former Deputy Hunter walked with pride. She was a good leader, far better than the midget man she used to have to follow, to answer his calls. For anything. 
She stood where the bride and groom would soon stand and watched the room, a twinkle in her eye and a hidden smile on her lips. Part of her wanted something to happen tonight so she could show off her skill and those of her men and woman. Her hands twitched at her side, sliding over the hidden knives she had strapped to her body. Whatever this night held, it would be memorable regardless. 

Back at the Palace Boat Launch, Titan stepped forward, having heard Mryus’s inquiry. 
“My commander has already left to see to the security of the wedding and yes, Lennox will be at your side as will I your majesty,” he addressed formerly. He didn’t bow though, remaining on guard even while speaking to his charges. “If you do wish to attend the wedding, then we should move.” His eyes flicked over to the sun as it started to set before he looked back at the royals. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location: Wizards Tower -- The 21st Floor[/color]
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Ahote walked into the building after the others, having grabbed the young Wizard and carried him effortlessly into the room. He took in his surroundings, finding an odd comfort in this place. He smiled a little and looked down at the wizard in his arms before he heard the inviting presence of a fire down the spiraling staircase. 
[color=#1E90FF]”Let’s get him to that fire and then try and find a healer,”[/color] he said. Ahote wasn’t sure if anyone would be to get that mark off his face but he would try to find someone for the young man. At the very least the man needed to be set down and given time to rest from the trauma of the afternoon. 
He followed the smooth stairs and set him down in a chair by that fire. Ahote then looked around the room, looking for another door and listening to any sound of nearby life that he could perhaps question for assistance.