[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/DzJZbz4S/That-Third-Americancurl-size-restricted.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 6th, 12,508 - 12:10 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][color=ff0000][i][b]Wizard Way, the Castle...[/b][/i][/color]

	The ice encasing the thief melted by some sort of strange force, before evaporating entirely as the girl rose to her feet. "Yes, it was," she answered Cuyler, the accent from before melting away. Her voice seemed ancient and regal now, dating back to a time older than even the Myth of Four. There was a singular braid in her hair and on her palm was [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/06/fa/4c/06fa4c996c43e3e341ad3aba6a20b004.jpg]a tattooed symbol[/url]. Arnora's sword hardly scared her and she didn't seem surprised to here that they had captured Loki. 

	The woman laughed slightly, the sound of her voice almost seeming to melt into the air around her, it was such a strange sensation. And as she began to speak, the thick accent she had been sporting proved to be a ruse. Her true voice was archaic and old, whispering of times long since forgotten, beyond the reach of recorded history. "Oh boy, forgive me but I need you to drink the waters of Mimir - and you cannot do that with two eyes." It would take a moment for Cuyler and Arnora to recall who she was, but it would then become apparent - she was [url=https://onceuponasnarkyrecap.files.wordpress.com/2015/08/snow.jpg]Sága[/url], daughter of Borr, attendant of Frigga and sister of Odin. She was the goddess of history, as well as a powerful seeress - the very one who foresaw the fiery destruction of the Nine Realms in Ragnarok. 

	It had been thousand of years since anyone had seen Sága. [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=ff0000]Myrus Silvers[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/bvxVPzjD/tumblr-mf4te5lnc-K1qfofhwo1-r1-500.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=ff0000]Location:[/color][/b] the Vault - the Palace 
[b][color=ff0000]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A  [hr][/center]	Amarantha's boast was a bit off - she had been working for the Royal Family for less than a year. They had not yet even reached the one year anniversary of Queen Valda's coronation. And as she offered choices to the prince, Myrus kept this in mind. He wasn't about to let Amarantha go - he had to think of all the innocent people out there that could be endangered. If Amarantha were to go and feed off of them, it would be his fault - he would have allowed a monster to go free. [color=ff0000]"And let her go free to hurt someone else?"[/color] Myrus asked Ahote, looking appalled. [color=ff0000]"Whether they're from the Castle or not... They don't deserve to be murdered. No one does..."[/color] 

	[color=ff0000]"...And if there is a cure, then if she's here in the dungeons we can give it to her,"[/color] he then added. He felt a little guilty at the idea of locking Amarantha up, but he couldn't see a way around it. If they didn't know Amarantha, would they have hesitated? He was certain that she would have been slaughtered without a second thought - she was being shown mercy based on who she was and that wasn't fair. He couldn't just let her walk freely. [color=ff0000]"Let's keep her in Dungeon One - and we can get the [b]Physik[/b] Women on a cure."[/color]

	Meanwhile outside of the vaults, Apollodora nodded. "Oh, you could use the chains on me - definitely. But it wouldn't last very long - those chains would stop the only thing keeping me alive and I would fade from existence. And when I cease to exist, then I won't have been here to tell you about the chains, putting them back in the vault and away from you," she reasoned. "As for why you should trust me... Honestly, I'm not really chuffed about having to prove my worth. I'm here to fix the timeline, that's all. But how about some good will?"

	"Ask me a question about the future and I'll answer truthfully, luv."[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=cc33ff]Antonije Magnisky[/color] & [color=ed145b]Halley Banner[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ZYPPzLXy/giphy.gif[/img][hr][hr][b]Location:[/b] Room 847 - the Ramblings -> Asgard
[b]Skills:[/b] [b]Chaos Magyk[/b] [hr][/center]	[color=cc33ff]"...I'm almost eighteen..."[/color] Antonije muttered under his breath, but he didn't fight with Myth too much. In fact, he almost seemed a little bit happy to have her refer to him as one of her children - his adoptive mother, Constance, had been less than loving. She would either neglect him or beat him, there was rarely any in between. The smile vanished as Bruce started to detail his family drama, mentioning that the young girl was actually his uncle... Asgardians could be so incredibly weird at times. 

	However, he did perk up slightly as Bruce mentioned the potential for a cure. If they could reverse what was done for Sylvi, her life wouldn't be one of murder and bloodshed, and she would be safe from Violet's wrath. He put a protective arm around Sylvi, pulling her close to him. [color=cc33ff]"Alright, call your witch sister, see what she can do,"[/color] Antonije then agreed. For now, maybe the swamp witch's idea of the bloodstone would help. She had fallen rather quiet all of the sudden he couldn't help but notice. 

	[color=ed145b]"Let us return to Asgard then - I can then come back here to retrieve Arnora and Cuyler,"[/color] Halley reasoned. [color=ed145b]"Nova can attend to the girl - or perhaps a healer..."[/color] It would be a little bit awkward to bring a Midgardian to Asgard for healing, but it was certainly not the first time in history that it would have happened. They needed a clear path for Heimdall to open up the BiFrost to and Halley took a deep breath, bending reality as she waved her hand up above them. Suddenly, Antonije and Sylvi's room was open to the night sky. 

	"I best be off..." Mona awkwardly said, before the witch left the room quickly for some reason unknown. 

	[color=ed145b]"Right, Heimdall, open the BiFrost please,"[/color] Halley called out. There was a brilliant beam of light, comprised from every color in the rainbow and then a few that none of the Midgardians had seen before or would even know how to name, and it engulfed the group. They were moving at immense speeds and great force, only for the sensation to stop as they landed in a spherical, open chamber. 

	"Welcome to Asgard," Heimdall greeted. His hands were on a lengthy and brilliant sword and as he removed it from the pedestal, the rainbow light vanished. Up ahead there was a rainbow bridge, heading towards Asgard proper - the kingdom of the gods.  [hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#9B30FF]Violet[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.postimg.cc/SKZ4DwBf/tenor.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=#9B30FF]Location:[/color][/b] ???
[b][color=#9B30FF]Skills:[/color][/b] [b]ExtraOrdinary Magyk[/b][hr][/center]	Violet nodded, stepping out of the shadows with Fleur. She was channeling her [b]Magyk[/b] into supporting Fleur's illusion of an army and it seemed to be working for the moment. The main trouble was that the illusion would not be capable of doing any damage beyond the psychological. There were some witches and wizards throughout history that made physical illusions, ones capable of harming the target, but it was a lost art. [color=#9B30FF]"I would recommend listening to her carefully, demons,"[/color] Violet warned. [color=#9B30FF]"Her beauty is only matched by her danger."[/color]

	[url=https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/greenarrow/images/e/e0/Ra%27s_al_Ghul_Matt_Nable-6.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20150417052611]Lord Hellfire[/url] rose from his throne. Now that they were no longer peering from the shadows, it was rather obvious the material it was crafted from - human skulls. "I know who you are, Witch Messiah..." Hellfire said, smiling slightly at her. "But the question is, do you know? Do you know the royal blood flowing through your veins?" he asked. "Search your feelings, you know it to be true... You are the Heir to the Demon, daughter."

	Violet frowned slightly, her eyes darting over to Fleur. Was this just a trick, a psychological ploy to get Fleur to call off her imagined army? Or was this Lord Hellfire really Fleur's father? Her instincts told her that it was just a grand deception, that there was no truth to his words. [color=#9B30FF]"Only desperate men speak in lies,"[/color] she told him harshly. [color=#9B30FF]"Speak another lie and I'll have your tongue."[/color] She knew that he was guilty of gross crimes, the throne of skulls told her that and everything she had overheard only confirmed it.

	"Quiet, girl," Lord Hellfire said, dismissing Violet. "This is a family affair - as it always was and always will be."