[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] Wizard Way -- The Castle
[color=pink]Skills:[/color] Country Knowledge (Land of the Lost Nights); Norse Myths [/center][hr]

The victory achieved by Cuyler and Arnora was short lived. The girl who had claimed Cuyler’s eye stood as the ice thawed around her quickly, she smiled knowingly at Cuyler and as he accented shifted to one he knew well, he couldn’t help but find her familiar. A tattoo appeared and Cuyler recognized it as Pisces, the fish and once that was recognized, he understood that this woman was Sága. The arrow sticking out of Cuyler’s eye was getting rather annoying but he wasn’t about to pull it and his eye out along with it. The words Sága was saying made sense but not in this context. [color=pink]”What do you mean I can’t have two eyes to drink the water of Mimir and why am I drinking it?”[/color] He seemed rather calm, given the fact that this woman took half his sight. Cuyler was just incredibly confused and frustrated and perhaps a little stunned to be questioning a god so boldly as he was but Cuyler wasn’t ready to become someone else’s pawn. Rowland and his mother had done that enough already.
Thia stood up as the woman shifted, revealing a different look, a different smell and a different sound. She growled instinctively at the woman since she changed before their very eyes but there was an ancientness to her that caused the Night Transformer to give pause. She seemed to recognize that scent. A scent passed down through the generations it seemed. Thia remained standing at Cuyler's side in a protective manner. She was leery of this whole thing, much like her owner was. Cuyler rested a hand on Thia’s head, seeking her comfort as well as to steady the wolf. The adrenaline was starting to wear down and Cuyler was discovering a rather sharp burning pain in the back of his skull that was accompanied by a rather terrible headache. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#006400]Amarantha[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#006400]Location:[/color] Inside the Palace Vault ---> Outside the Palace Vaults -- The Palace
[color=#006400]Skills:[/color] Resistance; Stamina; [/center][hr]

Amarantha rolled her eyes as Luna said they would find a cure. She shook her, exasperated and suddenly very tired. The constant hunger was starting to take its toll and she just wanted to lay down. [color=#006400]”There is no cure,”[/color] she told her former friend. Amarantha hoped, for some unknown reason, that Mryus would give her mercy and allow Ahote to escort her off the Castle grounds but she knew it would never pass. It would be reckless of him to do such a thing. He was learning for he informed them all she would be going to the dungeons. [color=#006400]”Make sure you reinforce it with [b]Magik[/b]. I am stronger than I formerly was and if I am to be kept starved I am sure it is only a matter of time before I become ravenous and you may have to put me down directly.”[/color] It was strange to be so accepting of a death sentence and teaching Mryus what he needed to do if he was going to take the path of enforcer. 
Ahote looked at Amarantha apologetically before he moved out of the way and gestured for Amarantha to walk ahead of them all, leaving the two royals in the Palace Vaults. [color=#1E90FF]”I will keep control of her should the worst happen,”[/color] Ahote told Mryus. Amarantha looked over at Luna as she passed. [color=#006400]”Don’t come looking for me. Just leave me be Luna. Don’t anger your siblings by disobeying them.”[/color] She looked back at Ahote and nodded. [color=#006400]”We best hurry, I’m growing hungry again.”[/color] Amarantha turned and pushed forward, ready to accept her fate. At least this way she would be present for the Castle’s destruction. Should it come before she’s killed. 

[hr][hr][h1][b][i][center][color=#1E90FF]Ahote Proudstar[/color][/center][/i][/b][/h1]
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[hr][center][color=#1E90FF]Location:[/color] The Palace Vault -- The Palace
[color=#1E90FF]Skills:[/color] [/center][hr]

Ahote sighed but nodded, accepting Prince Mryus’s ruling before he moved to escort Amarantha away. He looked at his friend while Amarantha seemed to say goodbye to Luna. At her urgency, Ahote pushed Amarantha ahead and they exited the vault. He noted her posture as they walked. She still held herself as if she were in charge, as if this was her decision but she walked slower, with less purpose. The former Deputy Hunter was hurting, that much was clear but she was no stranger to betrayal and hard decisions. 
When they walked outside the Vault, both of them paused as Valda and Apollodora were still standing there. Ahote looked over at Amarantha, she was watching the Queen but there was nothing in her eyes. [color=#1E90FF]”You’ve been here before,”[/color] he said. It wasn’t a question but understanding that she had to do what needed to be done multiple times, even with people she knew. Amarantha never faltered and she nodded once. [color=#006400]”Yes, but the roles were reversed. I was the executioner. Many times.”[/color]