[hr][hr][center][img]https://i.postimg.cc/RF6xYTV5/image.png[/img][hr][img]https://i.postimg.cc/ZYdwDQZK/source.gif[/img][hr][@Nallore][@BlueSky44][@FantasyChic][@KazAlkemi][/center][hr]	Fleur's army had either fled or retreated, those of them who had not been killed in the fighting. The Asgardians - Bruce, Arnora, Myth, and Cuyler - had stopped Loki in his tracks, preventing the slaying of Baldur at the hand of his brother, Hodr. The perilous future they had witnessed would not come to pass for perhaps a thousand or so more years, just enough time for our heroes to think of another way to prolong the inevitable - the looming Ragnarok. 

	Had Loki been awake, he perhaps would have asked for a drink from the Hulk's grandson, a parallel to a fateful day long, long ago.

	[color=cc33ff]"Silvija... Look!"[/color] Antonije exclaimed, looking up at the pyrotechnics in the sky with boyish delight. The soldiers all around them were fleeing and he couldn't help but grin wildly, before pulling his girlfriend in for a deep kiss. Of course he enjoyed the explosion due to his love of fire, but knowing that Sylvi was going to be safe - that his little world here would be fine - it made his heart soar. It was a joy that he doubted could ever be achieved again. [color=cc33ff]"We did it - you did it,"[/color] he added, before kissing her again. 

	Inside the Palace, Amarantha had fallen and Fleur had [b]Transported[/b] herself away. Violet was on the ground in chains, shaking and quivering. In her limited memory, she had never been cut off from her [b]Magyk[/b] so completely. Rowland, her aged mentor, knelt down next to her and placed his hand on her forehead, chanting in an ancient tongue as a peace fell over her - and comprehension dawned in her eyes. 

	[color=#9B30FF]"...Rowland... I'm... I'm so sorry,"[/color] Arya wept. [color=#9B30FF]"My Queen, I... I must apologize for... I will exile myself unless you desire a different punishment."[/color]

	The young prince, Myrus, struggled to his feet. He kept a hand pressed over his eye, an attempt to soothe the pain from the burns. He was sad that Amarantha was dead - and a bit bewildered that Fleur had left. He had always seen her as a murderer, a terrorist, a tyrant... yet she had been [i]the last avenger[/i]. She had avenged her fallen love. While that witch had killed his mother, Myrus found it to be slightly sweet - yet overall, utterly horrific. 

	[color=ff0000]"Valda, Luna... Can we go on a vacation?"[/color] Myrus asked meekly. [color=ff0000]"A-after we catch our cousin and throw him in prison or something..."[/color] he then added, recalling that King Nicholas had fled the room and definitely collaborated with Fleur on all of this. 

	Then at the top of Wizard Tower, Apollodora was sitting on the ledge, looking up at the sky with wonder. Her timeline had collapsed and faded away. Her mentor, Amarantha, had died. She didn't know if her parents would get together, yet she felt strangely at peace. The world wasn't overrun by vampires. The Norse gods had not killed the population. And by those fireworks, Fleur's forces were leaving. 

	"Are you ready to go home?" Rainbrook asked her, straddling a dragon. 

	Apollodora nodded her head. "Actually... I think I'd like to stay here, brother. And I know that your heart lies in a distant time," she informed him. 

	Rainbrook looked a bit sheepish. "Thalia told me what happens next in this timeline - with the Empire, the Land of the Singing Sands, the [b]StarFyre[/b]... It's not safe, Apollo."

	"Adventure never is."