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With a sigh Echo sat down criss cross in the middle of the chamber in Bethmora. It'd been years since she came here last, and now she had seen it two days in a row. After some time the herbs were made into a slimy poultice that Echo held gingerly with her left hand. With her right, she cast a spell and removed Nuala from the Ice.

As soon as Nuala was free from her icy suspension, the wound she had inflicted on herself began to gush and her life began to fade. With a swift motion, Echo stuck out her right index finger and plunged it into the wound, swirling it around for maximum pain. "Well Princess, you tried to end your life without my permission? Tsk tsk." After a few seconds she removed her finger from the wound and slapped the poultice onto it. Immediately the bleeding stopped and color returned to Nuala's face. "And with that, the Prince is also saved."

Nuala's eyes widened in shock as she realized who had revived her, "Teacher! It's been too long." As soon as Echo freed Nuada from the Ice, he dropped to one knee, his eyes trained solely on the ground. His voice snarled out, "I have failed you Scathach."

Echo looked down her nose at Nuada with a yawn and reminded him, "And you'll fail me hundreds more times before I let you die. You are tools to be disposed of when I choose. Not a moment sooner." She could see the pale white of Nuada's face flush bright red as she chastised him. "Now stand up, we have a war to make. What of the Golden Army?"

Nuada frowned, "Without the crown, they're worthless."

Raising an eyebrow, Echo sighed, "It seems I failed in your education." Standing in front of the Golden Army, Echo put her hands on her hips and cast a spell. Three seconds passed then five of the soldiers marched forward and saluted Echo. She had hoped for at least ten but, "Beggars cant be choosers."