[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://list.lisimg.com/image/5301529/700full.jpg[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] Library Wing -> Ruins of the Palace (3 years later)
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Myth should have known to not underestimate her husband and soon she found herself in a fire swarm around them, transporting them. She didn't recognize it immediately, but around them were the ruins of the palace they were in. And judging by Bruce's words, they were in the future. She took it in, seeing the destruction. If this was the future, then she wanted no part.

Especially when she saw the small corpse of what appeared to be a child. And in her heart, she knew. A sense. It was her own. She ran over to it, kneeling down. Tears welling in her eyes. [color=F0DAE2]"No..NO!"[/color] She screamed. She would not let this happen, whatever it was. Ragnarok or not, she would let nothing come between her and her boy. Ever.

[color=F0DAE2]"What happened? What caused this? Tell me now and I will put an end to it! They will not take my son from me unless I die first! They will have to go through me and I will not back down without a fight, I assure you! What the hell did this?"[/color] Anger was fueling her now. Anger, righteous fury that only a mother could muster.

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://66.media.tumblr.com/87d09fce886131a585da05553d8ca0fe/tumblr_pbhmtrPriu1qgbxhso1_500.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Docks
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Fleur could feel they sensed her, but no one had seen her. She struggled with turning around and just letting them go on with their business, stopping at her old home to bid Nera goodbye before she teleported back to her new home to oversee training and prepare for her next step in the plan. But there was some odd pull that kept her there, watching them. Seeing what they did and why. Pure curiosity on her part, to be sure. And it would most likely cause her to be seen sooner or later, but did that matter? At this moment, she was no danger to any of them. And what had she done to warrant anything?

Then she remembered the warning. The Time Stone. She was sure it was one of the main reasons she was detested so. Despite the fact she had used it not for personal glory, but to stop those who dared threaten her flock. And she would heed the warning. She would not be the one to unravel the strands of time. She would only use it if necessary. But she would not let them have it. 

She decided enough was enough. It seemed the fun was over, anyway. She turned and began to head back to the Port Witch house. She could always teleport back, if needed.