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Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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The Prince seemed to register what Cuyler had said but didn’t entirely comprehend it. A wind came over the ramparts, signalling the drop in temperature and bringing snow with it but other then it causing the hair of Cuyler’s furs to move he didn’t take much notice; until Prince Myrus collapsed. Thia shifted and nuzzled the Prince, whimpering as she attempted to wake and comfort him. A crazed looking woman came out then and Cuyler raised his eyebrow. Thia gave a warning growl but then Myrus was lifted into the air, alarming Cuyler into standing and took a step back. Cuyler was used to Magyk being heard about, not seen. You had belief where he came from and with belief came proof. Thia shifted as well, rising to her feet and backed up against her owner, not so much afraid but by way to protect him. Cuyler patted the top of her head, to get her to relax.
Now that Cuyler was standing, away from the lingering warmth of the ground he realized the dropping temperature and looked up at the sky. The snow came down slowly but the flakes were an indication of what was to come. Cuyler had spent many days at sea and having grown up in one of the coldest climates, he knew what a coming snow storm looked like.
”We all best get inside.” Cuyler turned around and saw a shivering Ayra and he gave a slight nod.
”Quickly now, we can finish discussing this inside before the snow hits.” The last thing they needed was one of their only defences getting sick.

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Amarantha

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Location: Outside the Port Witch Coven

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A familiar tingle went through Amarantha as the magic took hold. She looked over at Boy 512, her head being the only thing that could move now. The spell the Wizard casted seemed to have put the boy to sleep but only paralyzed Amarantha. She was about to comment when something occurred to the other side of her. Princess Luna had collapsed to the ground. The sudden howling of winds made it easy for Amaratha to guess that the cold was the culprit. The cold however, was not bothering Amarantha. The Wizard who had fallen on top of her remained straddling her and at the present moment, she was grateful. Leather didn’t have the greatest resistance to the cold and she half expected to be back in her tent by now, warming up.
”Get her back to the Castle immediately. Cut down anyone who tries to stop you. Tell them the Deputy Hunter sent you if you must,” Amarantha said to the unique woman holding out a pair of pistols. She wouldn’t be able to assist now and by the look in the Wizard’s eye, she would be tied up for quite some time. Perhaps this could work to Amarantha’s advantage.
”Unless…” Amarantha turned to look up into the eyes of the Wizard and regarded him closely. ”If you release me I could arrange a meeting with Gwydon Puck, having an ally in the Young Army could provide usefulness if you desire a greater prize.” Amarantha was hoping to entice the man, at least plant the first seed into wiggling her way into his mind. Amarantha had a unique ability to get into a person’s head and create all sorts of tales to change their belief in something. She was not using that ability now but was in hopes of gaining some trust and knowledge about the handsome Wizard. The enemy of my enemy is my friend after all.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Myrus’s words stopped many things in Cuyler. His thoughts, his breath, his heart. For a split second he thought of moving over to Arya and claiming he knew a safe place to hide, to tuck her away where nothing could touch her but Magyk followed Magyk. Odd as it was, she would probably be safer in the open. Cuyler shifted back and refocused on Myrus. He was terrified and Cuyler was sure the she he spoke of was the Witch that invaded his head.
Multiple things were going on in the courtyard and Cuyler had a habit of tracking each thing. So when he heard Queen Valada knight Lyra, he looked over to watch. Cuyler had never seen a Knighting performed, so he didn’t understand fully the unorthodox of the Knighting given to his friend. After it’s conclusion, Lyra worked to compose herself and glanced over at Cuyler. A small smile crested his lips when he saw the emotions flicker through her eyes. This is why Lyra had left, why she fought so hard to cement her life here. Congratulations would have to wait, as the Prince was still struggling and Lyra had a duty to now perform. Before they could exit the lawn though, the woman who was a dragon previously spoke up and mentioned a word Cuyler hadn’t heard in a long time.
With the threat of the woman-dragon gone, having followed Lyra into the castle, Thia came over. She nuzzled under Cuyler, taking up the small space between him and Myrus. She looked up at the Prince, licked his hand and laid down. To anyone it would look like the man’s dog came to take up residence at her owner’s feet to provide comfort but to Thia and Cuyler who knew her, it was far more than that. Thia watched everyone around her, her eyes and ears the only thing that shifted every once in awhile. Until night, Thia would remain close to the young Prince.
A mutant? Cuyler’s brow furrowed. He had heard that strange word before, on his travels. They had extraordinary abilities. Abilities that rivaled some Gods. Some even worshiped them as the Gods. The stories Cuyler had come across didn’t say that they were born with or were created to have power like the Gods but their abilities came from an external force or an intense internal force; such as, an emotional break. Cuyler briefly wondered if the Witch who invaded Myrus’s head knew that would occur to the Prince when she stepped into his mind.
With the little information Cuyler knew, he attempted to use it to comfort the Prince. His eyes looked up from Thia’s fur and at the Prince’s face again.
”Mutant isn’t something to fear Prince Myrus. People around the word revere them to be next to Gods. The tale I told you earlier,” Cuyler said, looking to Ayra. ”Those children could be considered mutants, although in The Land of Lost Nights they are not,” Cuyler said and looked back at Prince Myrus.
”We will figure this out.” He reached out then to rest a hand on the man’s shoulder. Even though there were several things occuring in The Castle at this moment, Cuyler was sure everyone would be working to get Myrus's situation figured out as well. For his safety as well as the peoples’.

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Amarantha

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Location: Outside the Port Witch Coven

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Amarantha continued to twirl her knife even as the Witch across from her conjured up a wave of Darke Magyk to her. When Fleur’s eyes began to glow purple Amarantha shifted, clutching her knife in her hand and made a ready stance but what came next wouldn’t help her. She was hit squarely in the stomach and sent flying through the window. Amarantha didn’t make a single noise as she was flung and hit the ground with a hollow thud and a crack. She dropped her knife from the impact and wasn't able to reach for it. She sucked in a breath and lifted her head to see the snap in her leg. She was about to examine the rest of her when the Wizard from before landed on top of her. At this she cried, for the break in her leg worsened; however, the break in her arm remained the same. There was a dull pain there as she felt nothing but her leg was on fire.
Amarantha returned her attention to the man on top of her, she sucked in a breath and glared at him.
”Would you kindly, get, off!” she roared at the man and knocked her elbow into his face. It had absolutely no effect on the devilishly handsome gent straddling her, which only infuriated her further. The pain wasn’t bothering her, it was the embarrassment of the situation, for Princess Luna was standing next to them and now the famous Deputy Hunter had to ask for assistance. She tilted her head back and gave three short whistles. Boy 512 came sprinting around the corner and quickly saw the situation at hand. His Deputy sprawled on the ground, being pinned by a giant of a man compared to her. He hurried to her side and grabbed the man’s shirt collar. By the gentleman’s size, you would think one would brace himself to lift such a weight up and off but Boy 512 was clearly not on the same island as the rest of them for when he went to lift Rhys off, he lost his footing and both men fell onto the Deputy Hunter.
Amarantha roared with pain as the impact hit her broken leg again. She saw red behind her eyes as she looked over at Boy 512.
”It seems you no longer have use for your fingers or the balance of your toes. When I get out of this I will help to relieve you of them.” It wasn’t an empty threat and if he didn’t do something to help her immediately, he would lose more than that.
Amarantha looked up at the man on top of her and tilted her head slightly, giving off less of the predator and more of the prey.
”You however, seem quite good with your hands. I could use the assistance with him if I can provide any interest,” Amarantha spoke. Her voice no longer held the venom and frost she spoke with earlier but had a honey sweet and fresh summer wind tilt to it.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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In the many years that Cuyler had been traveling and coming to the Castle, he had seen a wide range of peculiar things. Such discovers that nothing should shock him anymore and yet, something always did. Cuyler threw up his arm to block his face from the exploding chair and when he dropped his arm back down without a scratch on it, he saw a very disturbed looking Prince Myrus. Blood was dripping from his nose, splattering his clothes and the ground below him but the rest of his appearance was just as alarming. There seemed to be a faint red glow to his hand as well.
Ignoring the short man’s comment, Cuyler stepped forward cautiously, as one would with a wounded animal and bent down. He fell into eye line with the man who looked very much the boy now and spoke as gently as he could.
”Prince Myrus, who is going to be killed?” he asked him. The man had begun to mutter to himself and seemed quite distressed. Earlier, it had been revealed that one of the late Wizard’s accomplices had tampered with the young Prince’s mind. This mental break Myrus seemed to be going through must be a result of the invasion of one’s mind and thoughts.
There was much to Magyk that Cuyler had yet to understand but this outburst of the Prince only reinforced his belief that the use of it needed to be better controlled.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Port Witch Coven

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One by one Amarantha watched as the Witches unfroze and Fleur completed the Cradlesnatching. Amarantha took a step back, politely reevaluating. She had read up on the Port Witch Coven during her training and she understood the power that laid under this roof but Amarantha had a problem understanding her limitations. Her task was to return Luna safely to the Castle. She had yet to not complete a task.
The corner of her lip twitched up at the mention of Jadis’s comment but it rolled right off her shoulders as her attention was drawn to a Witch that was reciting a spell. With a flash, a snake dropped down into their midst and seemed to be trained solely onto Amarantha. Interesting. She shifted back a step again but it only pushed the snake to launch itself at her. The knife was already in her hand but she had to time it right. It came close to biting her, she felt the scales slid across her hand as she swiped down and the snake separated. It’s head fell to the floor before the body and Amarantha looked up at the Witch who cast the spell. She smiled and looked down, flipping the knife back and forth so it was a mere blur of silver and red each time it moved.
”Well it seems things are about to get a mite interesting, aren’t they,” her eyes flared as she spoke and connected them back to the Witche's. Amarantha was no fool, she was on her own here.
The fighting raged on in the background and though she hoped to have survivors, she was no sentimentalist and the Witch standing beside her had her own agenda that begged for fruition. Her options were thin. Talk her way past the Witch Mother to snatch Luna or, fight her way through it. She didn’t give it much thought, she didn’t have much time. Slipping the knife into her left sleeve, she streaked across the room and slammed into Nera. Her hand made contact with Nera’s head and slammed her into the wall in an effort to knock the petite Witch out. Amarantha felt the dead wait almost instantly and let Nera slid to the floor. Blood began to pool from her head where she landed; dead.
Amarantha turned, sliding the knife out of her sleeve and set the point to her left forefinger and the handle in her right hand. She twirled the knife around.
”I’m on a timeline, if you would be so kind to accommodate,” she said, looking to Jadis.
The young Hunter spared a glance at Fleur, giving the Witch a wink as the wicked smile she so often wore settled firmly on her lips.

Night School *Looking for more players*

possibly. but there's been no activity for a month lol

Darke Magyk - Concluded

Fixed and added @Morose

Darke Magyk - Concluded

@Morose

Cuyler: Culture - Land of Long Nights
Path - Northern Trader still. He pretty well still trades and this will help him learn more about Magyk by traveling all over.
Alignment - Lawful Neutral

Amarantha: Culture - Small Wet Country Across the Sea
Alignment - Lawful Evil

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Things shifted again as Cuyler watched the crowd being escorted away from the dragon who turned into a woman. Arya moved away from him to focus her attention on the potential threat who seemed to be here for their child. A child that Lyra apparently knew the location of. This day was only growing more bizarre by the moment. He ran a hand over his hair, straightening his furs before he looked over the rest of the crowd on stage. Everyone’s attention was on the pair of newcomers and each person seemed to have their own agenda for them. Cuyler stood out of the way as best he could while he put his observation to good use and watched each person in turn, trying to get a read on them as they advanced through the palace gardens.
It was peculiar that Halley would be a friend, one that thrived on chaos but with her siblings they created balance. There always needed to be extremes, two opposites of a line but they always came together in the middle. Cuyler was sure Halley would help them. It was destined and he believed that wholeheartedly. The stars would speak their tale tonight and it being the shortest day of the year, Cuyler only needed to wait a couple more hours before the stars would really start to show. He glanced up at the sky then, where one could see a portion of the moon and a few bright stars beginning to show already.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Surprisingly, Valda had agreed with Amarantha to remain behind. This allowed Amarantha and the Wendron Witches to depart quickly without the need to assign security to the Queen. The Port was a place strongly cemented into Amarantha’s memory. Even though she was taken at a young age, that smell and feel of wind on her skin never left her memories. She stepped up the Port Witch Coven’s house. She remembered this place from her memories as well. It was a place the orphaned and neglected children often went to on dares or other childish games. Some were even said to have disappeared on the rare occasion the front door opened. None of these worries of fears went through Amarantha’s head as she stepped up to the dark building and surveyed its surroundings. Every place had a stronghold and a weak point, she was about to find theirs when a great wall of fire came down from the sky. It bounced off a barrier, doing zero damage and then Jadis began to speak again. Amarantha had jumped back from the fires impact. She immediately drew a knife, ready for whatever came out of the fire or the house in retaliation. When nothing presented itself she turned slightly, glaring at the witches who began to chant. So clearly they didn’t care all too much if the Princess Luna died, just that they ended their witch rivales. The Deputy Hunter wasn’t too sure how to feel about that predicament; however, the spell bounced. This showed her that there was no way to safely get in until these wards were down.
Amarantha took to guard duty, walking around the witches in slow, ever changing steps. She kept one eye on the Coven house and one on the barge. Waiting for it to make it’s slow progress into the Port. At least she would have her back up to assist her in getting Luna out safely.
She removed another knife from her belt and began twirling them in unison around her fingers before switching to flipping it back and forth while the Witches made their progress. The air seemed to shift around Amarantha and she turned her head in time, hair blowing back around her, to watch the windows be blown out from the house. She turned away, covering her head and waited for the tinkling of glass hitting the ground to stop. Once the sound cleared she looked back to see that the door had been splintered open. A evil smile rose to meet her lips at the sight. A simple yet welcomed sight as it finally gave them the access they had been waiting for. Amarantha flipped her knives back, the coolness of the handles comforting in her palms as she walked forwards. She stepped over glass and the cracked wood that littered the ground outside the house and inside on the floor. She looked around the deserted front room and began to hum to herself. It was an old song the children used to sing while playing games in the streets. It spoke of creatures appearing out of the night, their form continually changing into the thing you feared most. One, two… She’s coming for you… Three, four… Here he climbs the walls… It wasn’t the most pleasant thing but it had almost become habitual for her to sing it.
She felt her companions come in behind her. She looked left than right before giving a simple nod. Two fanned around the edges while one went back outside to secure the back. From here on out Amarantha’s mind was on one thing and one thing only. The survival of Luna. The Wendron Witches were here for the blood of their rivals but if they stepped in her way or proved to be a hindrance in the mission she was tasked with, more than just the Port Witch Coven’s blood would be spilt. Amarantha had no problem throwing the head of Puck’s sister at his feet if she proved to be the problem.
As Girl 603 and Boy 604 moved out, Amarantha took another step forward but no more as one witch descended from the stairs and three more out of the hallway.
“We did knock,” she said sweetly. Their eyes narrowed and their lips began to move. Amarantha shifted and looked at the witches behind her. ”If you wouldn’t mind,” she said. With a nod from Jadis and sweet gesture to have their fun, the witches moved forward to take on their enemy. Amarantha however remained focused on Jadis.
”If you would follow me Witch Mother, I may be in need of your assistance if the Princess is well guarded.”
As the room began to light up in front of them, Amarantha took Jadis. They moved around the mass of witches doing battle in what remained of the front room. It took time but they moved undetected and reached the hallway the three witches had emerged from earlier.
The fighting continued on in the room behind them. Two Port Witches would fall at the hands of then Wendron Witches, leaving two left but the casualties weren’t all one sided. One of the Wendron Witches perished as well.
There weren’t many rooms to choose from and on the third kick of opening doors, Amarantha found her target. Luna sat on the bed, surrounded by three people. The Hunter was able to survey the room quickly, using her skill of perception that had given her promise at an early age. It was in this that she saw that the closest witch to Luna was attempting to Cradlesnatch her. With a flash of movement, Amarantha grabbed the Fast Freeze Charm on her person and threw it into the room. It effectively froze everyone in the room, leaving her and Jadis who remained outside the room and to her immense pleasure, Luna unfrozen.
”Princess Luna, we have been sent by your sister to retrieve you. If you would please hurry.” Amarantha spoke rather calmly to the Princess, not wanting to frighten her more than she already looked. They were, after all, on a trial run of sorts. If Amarantha secured the Princess, there would be no doubt about the Young Army.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Cuyler shifted over to Ayra, standing beside her rather than in front or behind her as they all stood, facing the great dragon and man who suddenly appeared in their midst. Thia stood in front of Cuyler and Ayra, staring intently at the creature before them. In response to Ayra’s statement, Cuyler leaned over a bit to speak to Ayra over the screaming crowd and talking around them.
“She may not directly be responsible but she creates it and let’s it thrive. If this is just the beginning of the Castle’s downfall, Halley will soon be attracted to it. They say the four will return when the world they come from is in peril. I think this qualifies,” Cuyler stated. Cuyler’s attention became drawn to the apprentice as he began speaking to the newcomers. Bravery and stupidity often went hand in hand.
“We should get the people out of here before anything else decides to show up.”

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Amarantha

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Amarantha smirked, her eyes still watching the dragon. It was quite, beautiful, regal even. Part of her wanted to remain and see what the outcome would be, what Puck’s plan would be, but he would inform her of any dealings if she was required to know. Her eyes scanned over the Wendron Witches, thinking who she would ask to bring along, perhaps she would just ask Jadis. She would provide the best. Amarantha tended to rely on her skills, although she did learn a few things from the witches during her training that she was able to use but there was something more exhilarating about using your own hands to get the job done. She gave three short whistles, a signal to her finest to come running. It was a bittersweet moment to watch them come pushing out of the crowd, making their way towards the stage. When she was still known as Girl 526 her best friend, Boy 513 and her used to stay up, talking about all their future plans. He was supposed to be here, running to her now rather than Boy 512, Girl 603 and Boy 604. They stood at attention, eyes on their Deputy rather than the dragon behind them; as it should be. Amarantha walked over to Jadis and bowed her head in respect.
”Who are you able to spare, Witch Mother?” Amarantha spoke politely, after all Jadis was the one to give her, her Chocolate Charm and Fast Freeze Charm, which she kept on her person at all times.
"To save sweet Valda's sister and fight the Port Witch Coven?" Jadis asked with a smirk. "The entire Coven is at your service."
Amarantha's eyes lifted as she looked at Jadis. A slow, upward curve crested her lips in pleasure.
"Your generosity is greatly appreciated, Witch Mother." She took a step back and looked over the entire Coven, her eyes gleamed as a plan formed in her head with so much power at her fingertips. "I will lead," she informed them, her voice ringing with authority. "Allow me and my people to move in first before joining. If the Princess is there, we will get her out, as for the Port Witches, I will leave the creativity to your capable minds."
Jadis looked to Valda and smiled as she spoke, "Oh and Valda, my dear, you are more than welcome to come help us if you wish. It's not every day we get to do something quite like this."
Amarantha picked up on Jadis’s words to her Coven member and the Queen of the Castle. She turned and looked at the Queen.
”I would advise against that your Highness, purely at the expense of your safety. Of course, it is your decision.” Amarantha would have to rework her plans if Valda chose to join them on their journey.

With the aid of the Wendron Witch Covens Magyk, they Transport the entire Coven, including Valda if she chooses to come and Amarantha to the Port. Boy 512, Girl 603 and Boy 604 will have to travel by the barge.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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He blew out a breath, looking over at Lyra. He remembered sitting around fires with her, well far from her after she tried cutting his finger off. Their fathers would take turns telling tales of the Land of Lost Nights, where they came from, how the gods came to be and how they created their lives. How people, descended from the gods themselves were more powerful than even the greatest Wizard, were born and came to walk among them all.
”Baldur was a great god, loved most by all the gods so when he had children, they were no exception to that same love they held for him. But his daughter fell in love, with a human who possessed extraordinary abilities; a Wizard. Their union blessed them with four children, children who gained abilities that even the gods feared. The oldest, a daughter who commands chaos, a son who manipulates the heavens to his desire, the third a girl who adores animals and can travel to any of the nine realms in an instant.” At the mention of the third Cuyler’s eyes went to look at Lyra for a moment. His eyes drifted back to Ayra’s not very long after and he continued his tale.
”And the youngest, with the gift to extend all of their lifespans, allowing them to have everlasting life, despite being half-human. If chaos is just beginning in the Castle, Halley won’t be far behind.”
Cuyler believed in these myths, believed them deeply. They carried truth in every telling. True, over the years the tellings became more wild but the story remained the same. The Four would return to Earth and protect the people of the Castle, protect them all. It was surviving until that moment that was the problem. If they were truly involved, more death would undoubtedly follow.
A great howl came through Cuyler’s thoughts and he frowned, turning his head to watch Thia jump up onto the stage. She barked once before turning and growled up at the sky. Cuyler knelt down, laying a hand on her back. Thia typically remained at bay in her day form, something must be amiss. There was a thundering sound and a great gust of unnatural wind. Cuyler looked up to see the sky black out for a moment before a dragon landed in their mists.
”Is it another illusion?” Cuyler asked. His voice sounded small and soft compared to the great beast who now sat before them. A man slid off the back of the dragon, seeming to light a cigar of sorts before he looked around at the newly screaming crowd.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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It all happened rather quickly. So quickly that Amarantha had to admit she was fairly impressed with the Magykal being from the Snowplains. She had slid back on her heels, pulling out the dagger from her boot, ready to slice Malekith’s wrists for a quick way to drain his strength. The dark orb he released though, zoomed back and flung Malekith back where he quickly dropped and died in front of them. She cocked her head to the side. What a shame.
Her commander and master walked over then, shielding the body with his cloak. She turned her head, rolling her eyes to herself before sliding the knife back into her boot and stood. Everyone here had seen their fair share of death; including, that young apprentice. He spoke and walked like a kid from the streets and if Amarantha remembered anything from her time at the Port, it was that you may be able to take a child from the streets but you couldn’t take the streets from the child; even if you dressed him in wizard robes.
She stood up and looked to Puck. ”We should move on the Port Witch Coven. They have most likely traveled back to their coven by now. If we hurry we may just catch them off guard.” Her prize was taken from her early and she was still itching to unleash her skill on someone or something.
Her plans were shifted again when there was a great shift to the ground. A dragon rose up before them, much more real than the illusion casted previously. Amarantha shifted back, taking the dragon at her full size and admired her. What exsquisent colouring. Although she was not trained in dragon killing, her scales would make lovely boots. The Deputy Hunter turned her attention back to her commander, crossing her arms.
”Now what?” There was a annoyance to her tone, so slight that only Puck would be able to detect it due to having raised her for the past seventeen years.

Darke Magyk - Concluded

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Cuyler Eysteinsson

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Cuyler followed along behind Rowland, thankful that the man took him onto the stage with him so that he could get to Ayra and talk to her. He stepped over to her but stopped when a great red dragon appeared from the skies. His eyes widened with shock and instinctively he stepped in front of Ayra to protect her. It was foolish for Arya was their best advantage at defeating a dragon. Cuyler stared hard at the beast, daring it to try whatever it intended but something made Cuyler look away. No one seemed to be in a mad rush, at least the people on stage. The crowd was screaming and running too and fro, creating mayhem so that no one understood what was going on. The people on stage however, seemed to not fear the creature. It was then that Cuyler understood that this creature was most likely conjured. Another trick by Magyk. Sheepishly, Cuyler stepped back from blocking Arya. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat, not looking at Ayra as he spoke.
”You said yourself that there is something non-Magykal at work here. I may have a theory,” he offered to her. If at the very least, they could begin to rule things out and narrow it down to what or who could have taken Princess Luna.

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Amarantha

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Location: The Palace Lawn

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Amarantha was busy watching her people move out and try to work through the crowd to get to the guards and question them. It would be better now if they found out who the man’s accomplices were. He was part of the Port Witch Coven and being a child from the Port, Amarantha knew their location. She could always go to them if they didn’t find them here.
She heard her title and snapped her head to attention. A slow, victorious smile crossed Amarantha’s features as the Queen gave the go ahead.
”With pleasure your Majesty.” She stepped around her commanding office and walked over to the gentleman. She bent down so she came to be eye level with him. She scanned his eyes and then the features of his face.
”You and I will have some fun I should think,” Amarantha spoke. He looked strong enough, able to put up a fight physically and mentally it seemed. It would be a challenge she was sure but it brought her a great deal of pleasure knowing that she would have a fight on her hands.
A great roar erupted and she turned her head to the source. A great dragon swooped down and began to terrorize the people. Amarantha shifted to get a better look at the creature but she knew it for what it truly was. Admiring the great creature she turned her head back, cocking it to the side as she scanned her prey.
’Friends of yours I presume?” she suggested sweetly.