[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ydPQN0Lh/1838d2018132c903189151c4257fb318.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ZKNkDqqv/original.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr][center][h3][color=ff0000][b]The Small Wet Country Across the Sea: November 10th, 12,508 - 10:15 AM [/b][/color][/h3][/center][hr][hr][color=ff0000][b][i]The Throne Room - the Palace...[/i][/b][/color]

	Myrus' face fell slightly at Luna's words, having hoped that she would support him in this. Yes, he didn't have much training but he had these powers and abilities. He knew in his heart that he may not win the Games, but he would at the very least survive them. And on top of that, it would afford him a chance to prove himself. The young prince was slightly on edge in Amarantha's presence. While she was practically back to normal, he still couldn't shake some of the memories. And in some ways, he was angry that Amarantha had survived while Mavis had not. 

	He sighed as Valda named Ahote as her champion instead of him. [color=ff0000]"It's alright,"[/color] he told her, more or less informing his sister that he wasn't going to hold a grudge over this. Of course, there wasn't really time for grudges. Rowland was remaining dutifully by the Queen's side, most likely for the best as Empress Astris walked over to Valda, Anna at her heels. 

	"Queen Valda - how delightful it is to finally see you in person," Empress Astris said emotionally, her voice like ice. "If you have a moment, I should like to speak to you privately before the Saecular Games begin... Somewhere away from the filth," she then added, nodding over towards King Alvis. The King of the Land of Long Nights was currently conversing with King Nicholas, having a crude conversation that was more or less derogatory towards women with loud, boisterous laughs. 

	"Now, boy, if that comes to pass as you say... I think there's a promising alliance for the both of us," King Alvis agreed, chuckling as he clapped a hand on King Nicholas' back. Nicholas flashed a poison smile over towards Queen Valda, his dear cousin, before he went with King Nicholas over to the small buffet table set up along the far wall. 

[color=ff0000][b][i]The Saecular Games - the Palace Grounds...[/i][/b][/color]

	[color=ed145b]"Great, the last person on Asgard who should be anywhere near Loki's machinations is here,"[/color] Halley muttered, incredibly frustrated with her grandfather and great-uncle. She doubted they'd be successful in convincing Baldur to leave as well - maybe they wouldn't be able to avoid Ragnarok. Maybe the force of fate was too strong and too powerful to even delay the horrific events? She shook her head slightly. Until they knew for sure that it was all too late, they had to at the very least [i]try[/i]. That was what heroes do. 

	[color=cc33ff][i]"Yeah, of course we can avoid him,"[/i][/color] Antonije promised Sylvi telepathically. He didn't look forward to meeting Sylvi's father at any rate. [color=cc33ff]"Silvija and I can go look through the staging area - maybe Loki stashed it there,"[/color] Antonije offered, receiving a curt nod from Halley. 

	[color=ed145b]"Brother, Cuyler, Myth, Arnora... If you four can search the stands for the Tesseract, I can go try to persuade Grandfather to return to Asgard."[/color]

	Antonije then took Sylvi's hand and pulled her away while the others were talking. It wasn't too long before he reached the small staging area behind the stands, where the animals were kept in their cages. Mobile trailers were set up, filled with various props and whatnot. [color=cc33ff][i]"Okay, where would you hide a dangerous [b]Magyk[/b] stone back here?"[/i][/color] Antonije whispered telepathically to Sylvi, eyeing the most grand and luxurious of all the trailers. It contained a wide variety of weapons - perhaps Loki placed it in there?

[color=ff0000][b][i]The Forest...[/i][/b][/color]

	Violet listened to Fleur's plan, feeling the weight of it fully now. It had all been in the abstract before, but Fleur's plan for her forces was smart and clever. She didn't fret for the Royals and those who defended them, but her mind wandered to the civilians. There would be some of them there in the stands, watching the Games - would they lose their lives to this conflict? [color=#9B30FF]"What of the spectators - the innocents?"[/color] Violet asked, wanting Fleur's word that they would not be harmed but she knew that could not be guaranteed. 

	Building a better world took bloodshed and sacrifice. She took a breath, before tilting her head to the right, [b]Sensing[/b] something familiar nearby. A phantom pain shot through her eye and she gasped slightly, closing it tightly. The odd sensation vanished, the uncomfortable [b]Feeling[/b] that there was something nearby she needed to see going away. [color=#9B30FF]"If we attack before the Games begin, it'll minimize the civilian casualties,"[/color] Violet offered. She and Fleur could hardly [b]Transport[/b] an entire army there, but they were so close to the Castle from this point in the Forest that all they would need to do would be to cross the Moat and then breach the Castle Walls. 

	The battle could conceivably start in ten minutes or less.