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Back in his castle finally, at last resting on his bed, fear blew over him that one of those few warriors would find themselves in his room to bring death to his rest. Shaking a bit as he couldn't sleep now, moving over a bit as he looked around at the empty shade cast room. Darkness around him as he sat there, lonely without his Nial. A few Guards standing out his door and window, no one was coming for him. Staring at a nearby clock, soon the Human World opened, shivering more.

Allister's attacked slowed to a screeching halt. It was obvious that this battle was over. He was glad but slightly disappointed that he didn't get to use the full spell. He didn't get to use it a lot. The ruined buildings were still frosted over, however. The ice was everywhere. If there were any inhabitants left in this city, they wouldn't have appreciated the spell as Allister did.

Allister turned around and yelled to anybody that would answer him.

"Does anybody want to tell me what in the name of all that's arcane just happened?"

He shook his head for a minute, and decided it was best not to ask. He didn't know anything about politics, so he really didn't know who this prince or king or whatever name he preferred was.

"Never mind. I...I really don't care."

"Old?" Uther laughed. "Don't remind me that!" He said with a smile and winked. Then he coughed and continued seriously. "So. If you need my help you need to convince me that your enemy is truly evil, or at least acts like that." Uther turned to his companions but was still talking to Faith. "But first of all comes the burial. Ken was a mighty warrior and died honorably in battle, trying to protect his friends." At this point Remedy turned to face the other way and, looking at Ken, she dropped a tear.

"Do not blame yourself Remedy." Uther said. "He died doing what a paladin have sworen to do, and for that we shall bury him like a hero." He sighed. "Ok.... Pick him up guys." he commanded and two paladins walked towards Ken and picked him up. Then another paladin picked Ken's sword and Holy Book and went to stand near the others, waiting for Uther's orders...

Renée was silent for several long moments, crouching on the ground with amber eyes closed tightly, ignoring the intoxicating smell coming from the Einherjar's blood. It was easier, much easier, now that she wasn't starving any more, but still difficult, as it would always be. The hunger never truly went away, it just quieted down at times.

Eventually, the young vampire stood and turned to look at the magic user who'd helped her, smiling greatfully. She hoped that now that the battle was over, he wouldn't suddenly reveal some great fear of vampires and try and curse her or anything of the sort. Her eyes skirted across the figure of the soldier, frozen in stone forever. A long enough sentance to endure even when she could move. She didn't think she could bare it to be a statue like that.

"Thank you, for your help. I'm in your debt... though I'm worried that it won't be gone completely." Her snow-white face darkened for a moment as she glanced over at the Paladin and his group, wanting to tear him to pieces right there, restraining herself out of fear of the seal, and also out of a desire to keep the Valkyrie on her good side.

Anthony nodded, "It was no trouble. But you may be right. The spell was strange to me, and I can't be sure that my potion completely banished it. A remnant may still exist."

He noticed her looking at the statue, and shifted uncomfortably, "Don't worry about him. He isn't aware of himself any longer. He is trapped in a state of timeless unchange. It is possible to revive him, but I don't have the necessary tools to do so."

Anthony coughed, and looked at the vampire, "Uh, I'm Anthony, by the way. Mage and potion master." He then suddenly remembered Devensela. Where was she? Had she been hurt in the battle? He looked around, desperately searching for her, then sighed in relief. She was standing off down the street, in the shadow of one of the buildings.

He gave a low whistle, and she looked up. Seeing him, she trotted over, and nuzzled his hand. He noticed a crimson stain on her beak, and used his sleeve to wipe it off. One of the soldiers probably had several deep wounds. That beak could do some damage.

Anthony smiled at the vampire, "Oh, excuse me, this is Devensela, a tame Colger Bird, and my most faithful friend," and he patted the bird's head, causing her to gurgle happily at the attention.

Black. Black is all she saw, all that existed, was the Alpha and Omega of her very being. The darkness settled upon her like the never-ending sea rests upon the depths of a trench. She breathed it, smelled it, tasted it, could almost touch the twisted shadows of a fallen mind. She closed her eyes to get away from it, for the darkness she saw was too overbearing, and yet, found that she couldn't. No, her eyes were already shut, not heeding her fervent commands. A panic flushed through her, causing the darkness to stir,

"It's my turn, my partner. Now, sleep, and may you dream forever..."

Something was added to the darkness, and it was no longer dark.



Bijou found herself in a field of ice. No, that was wrong, it was a city, or at least was. Great ruinous buildings loomed over her petite form, huddled bare and naked on a frozen bench. She blinked around, dazed by the sudden white that had invaded her darkness.

'This is new...' She thought, carefully sliding her legs over the edge of the bench and sitting up, "Where the hell did he put me?" She stood hesitantly, not trusting her body to obey her as it had failed just moments before; some moments felt like eons. Breathing a sigh of relief that did not condensate on the frigid air, she stood and listened, unperturbed by the ice on her bare feet. She heard... voices just behind her, voices that had not yet realized her existance.

Funny what you can notice if you just take the time to listen.



A behemoth towered over the table-sized mirror, with amber eyes the color of molten honey taken from the grave of a pharaoh, and laced with arsenic. Clear and strong, framed by strong brows on an equally strong face the tone of dark olive. The man was sitting, legs crossed, in front of the mirror, still huge by comparison, his eyes so focused, it would seem that they could see through the mirror and into another world.

As it would just so happen to be, they could.



She stood perfectly still, even stopped breathing, and turned around slowly to face the group behind her. If it weren't for her pitch black lips, full body tattoo, hair tips, and fingernails, she would have blended perfectly with the backdrop, her white flesh that would make a dove quiver with envy ghosted her to the ice, but the black stood out like the backside of a pregnant rhinoceros.

Luckily enough, they hadn't noticed her arrival immediately, so she crouched down behind the bench and tried to listen. Perhaps she could figure out where in Grandfather's name she was.