[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://media.giphy.com/media/pE5rMGbOgvedq/giphy.gif[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Wizard's Tower
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Myth hadn't expected the wedding to go off without some hitch. She just wanted to marry the man she loved. So hearing that someone was here that shouldn't be and that his name was followed with The Elder God of Chaos, well it didn't fill her with much hope. However, past years and decades and centuries have shown that you do not mess with a woman on her wedding day.

She was pregnant, sure, but she would not sit still like a housewife and let others do the work. [color=F0DAE2]"With all due respect, I do not need protecting. I can handle myself and whoever this God of Chaos thinks he is, he hasn't met me yet. And he is starting to ruin what should be the happiest day of my life. I will not let that slide sitting down. I will be careful with the little one, but I am damn sure going to fight back. With weapon or song."[/color]

She wondered if Bruce was ok and where he was. As well as the twins and Tate. 

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://em.wattpad.com/bea15c7fd98a3d7bc7198e0379582a72c05df906/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f614c33776b37504a6b7270386d413d3d2d3239373939343234322e313436613939646535643435613331323636353032353534383239342e676966?s=fit&w=720&h=720[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Witch's Road
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Fleur could relate to the witch, it seemed. She, too, had been persecuted but perhaps not to the extent of the Scarlet one. And there were arguments, of course, that she deserved it. But wasn't that the goal of every person? To make it in life? To provide a life for their own? All she wanted was happiness and if she was happy having absolute power, well that was just how life worked sometimes. She would see herself in that power or the world will burn. There was no other choice.

They had two left. Fleur formed fire in her hands and shot it upward in an arc, landing on the two blobs. As soon as it hit, the fire consumed them both in a firepit like brilliance. There was no sound other than the crackling of fire. There was, however, a smell not unlike a burning marshmallow. It made her kind of hungry. [color=9F6D88]"Well, that was exciting. Didn't expect to face much on the road, but it was not boring. Shall we continue?"[/color]