[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] The Well of Mimir -- Asgard
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	Oddly, Cuyler let out a sigh of relief when the mysterious hooded figure plucked his eye out. There was an initial shock and pain but it was quickly covered by the quick healing of his skin, covering the terrifying extra hole in his head. He ran a hand over where his eye used to sit and felt the tender new flesh there. It was going to take some getting used to, maybe he would get a patch like Thor. What would Thor think, having someone else with a missing eye in the family. Odin, Thor and now Cuyler. He couldn’t help but smile a little from the thought. 

	Cuyler focused back when a chalice appeared and he was instructed to drink. The chalice was of no impressive make, clearly not from the iron smiths on Asgard and it could use a bit of a shine. Cuyler shook out his hands, letting out a shaky breath before he took the cup. [color=pink]”May the odds be ever in my favour,”[/color] he said before he brought the solid cup to his lips and tipped it back to drink from the water of Mimir. His only eye rolled back in his head as he was overtaken with a vision. It was Ragnarok and although hearing stories and tales of what it would be like, there was nothing that could have prepared him for seeing this. It was as if he were actually there, amongst the fire and clanging of metal and the cries of people as death claimed them. It reminded Cuyler of the gulls that cried on the sea, following him into port. Cuyler started walking, following a pull as the vision pulled him along. People dropped around him but no one touched him, not even the blood as limbs were severed. Nor did he stumble as the world seemingly shook and opened up around him. As he neared the epicenter, the pull felt stronger and his steps quickened. This person, whoever he was, he was the start of this devastation. Cuyler narrowed his eyes as the target came into view. Their back was turned, a black cloak billowing out around them in a most unnatural way. He began moving with purpose, his long strides covering the distance quickly. Reaching out, Cuyler grabbed the cloaked person and turned them around. His eyes widened and he stepped back from the person. It was no male, it wasn’t Fenrir or any of the suspects. It was Arya. 

	Cuyler came back after the reveal of the bringing of Ragnarok and Cuyler dropped to a knee, both from the shock and from the sudden change again. He stared at the water at his feet, feeling a strange sense of hollowness along with utter grief. Rowland said that Cuyler was going to have to stop Arya, to end her [b]Darkeness[/b] but this... He hadn’t expected her to be the end of worlds. Cuyler looked up at the hooded figure. [color=pink]”What does this mean?”[/color] Cuyler felt like he was lost at sea, much like he had on the day his village had been destroyed and he had no compass to guide him where he needed to be.