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Klaus

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a character in “Once Upon a Time: Plans for Elimination”, as played by Ville.Sunfall

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To be equal? Is something only normal people would want.



The Basics

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Name Klaus Rumplestiltskin. (Klaus Gold)

Nicknames/Aliases Rumple - Klawz

Age 20

Gender Male

Sexual Orientation Straight

Role Belle and Rumplestiltskin's son

Faceclaim Joseph M.



Why don't you find someone less terrible you can relate to?



On the outside

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6'0feet

Weight
170 pounds

Preferred Weapon
His Dagger, like his father he has almost the same kind of dagger. Each dagger is different of course. Each one represents the darkness that one carries in there soul. He keeps it hidden so no one could ever find it.

Other than that, he fights with whatever is there to use. He thinks words, trades and deals are his way of getting through things. His charm from his mother and his twisted ways from his father, get him by real easy, you could even say that Belle's smarts of her way around the book, he also inherited.



Don't underestimate the allure of Darkness. Even the Purest Hearts are drawn to it.



My defining skills

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    Skill Quick thinking and learning ||
    Skill Being able to make tempting deals ||
    Skill His madness. It can always get him out of a tight situation. More mad he is the better. ||


What makes me different


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    Like || A good deal
    Like || Reading
    Like || Violence
    Like || Interesting people
    Like || Gold / Trading

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    Dislike || Not being listened to
    Dislike || Having to repeat himself
    Dislike || Going off course
    Dislike || Annoying / Irritating people
    Dislike || Losing, in anything


Strengths

    Strength Photographic memory || It allows him to remember anything he reads, also helps him in tight situations.
    Strength Deals || Making deals has always come easy to him, never failed to make one, least not yet.
    Strength Temper || His temper always allowed him to think faster and move quicker, the madder he is the better, sometimes.

Flaws

    FLAW Temper || His temper might be a good thing, but it is also his flaw. It tends to scare people, more than it should. Some would even be to scared to even think of him again. Gold eyes when he is normal pissed, that being a start from, him slowly not being able to stop, his skin slowly changes gold. That will be a sign as of him being lost in his madness
    FLAW Friends || He isn't one for making friends or being a good friend. He is almost always alone unless he is making deals with others.
    FLAW Fighting || He isn't a bad fighter, it is when to stop is the problem. If no one can get him to stop, he will kill the person, but he isn't a serial killer.



People quake with fear because I have the power to make them afraid.



How I tick


Personality


Intelligent, a bit Dark natured like his father, Charming when he chooses; like his mom, and Sarcastic. His Charm and Intelligence comes from the one and only Belle, his mother. Because of her he is able to charm lots of people, when he wants to. He is able to remember everything he reads or sees and never forget it. It's because of this that his charm hardly shows and his darker side gives in. Being sarcastic is apart of his mother, but mainly his father as well. Talk about extra. He can't help but show his dark side to alot of people. To him they are merely things that he can make deals with for his own fun and games. You can't say that he is a twisted person for how dark he is, mainly because he never has a twisted thought about him, least to him that is. And like his father he has a weird way of showing his affection, if he has any at all.



Now, why would I want to cure myself of being the most powerful creature on the planet?




The path that led me here

ImageHistory Ever since he was born, he lived in an orphanage. Yes, he's been through attempt adoption, but because of how he is, no one wanted him, so he grew up worse and worse. He had schooling, sure, but ever since he could pick up a book and read, he has taught himself most of the education, unlike most kids, he was able to read and understand the dictionary. He hardly ever read books with pictures in them, he'd rather use his own imagination. He'd read and read until there was nothing left to read. Reading also helped him become a calmer person, or well keep his calm. People bothered him, unless he was reading things or making deals, he didn't really care for others. He spent his time alone.

When he was alot younger, there was a girl that his eyes always caught onto. Something about her, made everything stop. But how he was, he'd find time to pick on her, if others copied him, he wouldn't take it lightly, only he was the one that was allowed to do it. His temper always had the best side of him, sometimes even the worse. After his attempt of beating up people, it also ruined his chances of being adopted. Though, it never bothered him, he was use to it.

Once he was old enough to leave the orphanage he had become a Pawnshop/Library owner. Trading was something he was good at, and making deals with others was a gift of his that he never had to work on, he thinks it was a God giving talent.

So begins...

Klaus's Story

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The sound of birds echoed in Arya's ears, their flapping wings fading into the distance. As she began to regain her senses, she realized it was the sound of crows. She based this on their unforgettable squawking, she'd never forget the eerie sound of those vile birds.. She sat up, rubbing the back of her head. Her whole body ached, her vision was blurred and judging by the feel she had leaves nestled in her long blonde hair. She gave a heavy sigh, lightly cussing under her breath as she forced herself to stand, mentally panicking. She noticed two other figures laying on the ground nearby. For some reason looking at them activated a flash of memory, their faces returning to her.

--- Flashback ---

The blonde sped through the crowded streets, clining her jacket tight to her slim frame. She took a quick glance to both sides before entering Central Park. She was second guessing her choice now, seeing as how dark it was. She was stupid for meeting a complete stranger in the middle of the night, especially by herself. Accepting she'd come too far to back down, she pressed on. Arya inspected the spot quickly as she had arrived at the dying oak, letter in hand. She was growing impatient even though she arrived at 10:00P.M. on the dot. She wasn't sure what she'd been expecting, but she was kind of disappointed when she found no one was waiting on her. In the movies someone was always standing around waiting.. Perhaps I'm early? She thought to herself optimistically, but was surprised when three others showed up at the cross roads leading to the oak. Instead of being rude, which was her first instinct, Arya decided to introduce herself, "I'm Arya Ryker.. I suppose you three got the same letter as me?" She laughed as she held up her letter with a forced smile.

--- End Flashback ---

At least I know that the three of us have met before.. but I still don't remember their names.. The memory ended as soon as it came, but at least she remembered the other two faces. One was missing, one of the males, but the other two were in tact. She looked around, unable to find the dying oak.. Where were they? Were they even still in New York? She walked over to the sandy blond haired, trimmed beard, and not to mention mysterious looking male. She reach out carefully before shaking his arm, "Hey, Hey.. Do you know where we are..?" She asked him curiously, then reach over to the dark haired, fragile appearing female, "Hey... Wake up. I think we have been tricked.. This isn't Central Park..." She backed up, certain that they'd be as spooked as she and the last thing she wanted was a frightful swing of an arm brought her way.

The blonde sat across from the two, picking the leaves out of her hair as she awaited a response from her newly found companions. She heard an unfamiliar sound, stomping in the distance that shook the entire ground, even though it was far away, she felt subtle shakes even from where she stood. She panicked, looking over to the other two, wishing they could just get the hell out of dodge.

"Kind of an emergency.. This is turning out a lot like a bad horror movie where no one survives..." her voice was more anxious, and she was nearly jumping in place as she plead with the other two. She didn't even realize she was bleeding until she'd jumped from a rustling sound in the bushes, but it only turned out to be a rabibit.. Thank god..

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=flashback=
Early that morning he had gotten a letter to meet a person at the dying Oak, but what he wasn't told was that there was going to be a few other people there with them. A woman with long black hair and a man with short black hair. The looked as confused as Klaus felt. After a while soon after he came a woman with long golden hair made her entrance.

"I'm Arya Ryker.. I suppose you three got the same letter as me?" He laugh was a bit weak as was her smile.

Slightly with a pucker of his lips, he turned his attention away from the blonde and towards the person who sent the letter. He started to feel a bit mad at the whole situation and lack of information.

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Too sudden of a rush, clashed over him like a bunch of blades. It was as if his body was being pulled and twisted in ways he couldn't explain. His finger tingled, not in a numb way, but in a way that felt like energy.

With a slight grunt he heard "Hey.. Do you know where we are..?" A soft but panicked voice echoed through his head. A pressure in his arm started to shake him more awake.

" You know love, if you wanted to see my sleeping face, all you did was have to stare." A smiling tone in his voice as he got up rubbing the back of his head. A sharp pain throbbed at the side, even his left shoulder was a bit in pain from the fall.

It took him a while before he had noticed that, New York, wasn't New York any more. The air was clean, and not so thick and dirty. It smelt of moss, living trees and bushes. It was completely different. Even the sky was so blue, from the peaks of the trees it was easy to notice it.

"Hm?.." The sudden shake...no, now that it's mentioned, the ground has been shaking. It's just until now that it had gotten more noticing.

"Kind of an emergency.. This is turning out a lot like a bad horror movie where no one survives..." Her panicking voice made everything hard to hear, without much thought, or understanding why, a certain instinct popped into Klaus.

His mind raced through a much of things that he had read, over and over. His images was flipping through pages like a book. Quickly he got up, on one knee and covered the woman's lips with his hand. "Love, if you panic like that, I cannot make out any sounds." He looked at her a bit irritated, but quickly started to listen as the ground shook.

Suddenly the ground stopped and there was no noise, not even the sound of the birds singing, or wind blowing. It was dead silence. It made him a bit weary deep inside. Getting up to his feet he rubbed his shoulder. Keeping his voice in a low tone, he spoke in almost a too silent of a whisper. "We need to hide."

Walking over the woman on the ground he took her face and started to pat her cheeks. "Come on, wake up. We need to get going.

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The darkened marble room erupted with light as columns of torches blazed into being, the room illuminated before Jal was a vast hall and at its helm a throne.
"So, you came."A raspy voice commented, "Good, we have much work ahead us. I trust your trans-location was smooth?" Stepping out from behind a pillar a women garbed entirely in black faced Jal, her black hair, piercing green eyes irked Jal more than the curled corners of her lips.
"You've got a lot of things wrong here dracu-lady," Jal retorted, completely missing the dark beauty in front of him, as he lifted himself from one knee. He'd landed kneeling and beneath the dark jeans his knee was bruised and bleeding.
"For one, the whole hocus pocus act, needs some explaining. Two, your 'aesthetics' are a wizarding worlds wet dream, not mine and three, give me one damn good reason why I should enlist in your rabbit-holed drug-induced adventure, let alone agree to 'help' in any form or capacity. Show me the exit." Jal finished, his brows locked down as he held the woman's gaze. It was incorrigible, the Witch laughed. "I enjoy you, we're going to get along famously, or not. " She strode off towards the throne, heels clipping against the marble and echoing.
"You haven't answered anything..." Jal mumbled, before noticing there wasn't any other door. Jal wondered what forsaken dream he'd drifted into or if he had finally snapped. For the first time he unclenched his right hand, segments of burnt paper and ash slipped through his fingers, the remnants of provocation piling on the floor, one piece charred read 'erents'. Jal needed answers; it reminded him that others did too.

--- FLASHBACK ---

"Why such a god damn inconvenient place, a restaurant would suffice, not all this dramatic midnight forest crap." Jal grumbled stepping through the damp foliage. His breath visible in front smelt flammable, even he could tell against the biting weather. The obscure route Jal had taken now coincided with actual path and an intersection lay a little further ahead. He glanced down at the note in his hand, It clearly stated 10pm and a dying oak. It was 10ish Jal guessed, and under normal circumstances he would have made 10ish more 11ish but the remaining letters within the note changed things for him, this couldn't wait. Jal stuffed his hands into his jacket and furthered himself.

"I'm Arya Ryker.. I suppose you three got the same letter as me?" The voice came from a chirpy girl, blonde as far as Jal could tell but to each side were others, a brunette man and a dark haired girl.
"Great, we're a club..." Jal muttered beneath his breath inaudibly, though his eyes lingered slightly on the latter girl. Snapping to and following the other males intense gaze, Jal also noticed another figure, shaded, standing masked and obscured by the oak. His fist clenched the letter tight and his teeth clenched.


--- FLACKBACK END ---


The moment before arriving had seemed jaded, distorted and flowing to and fro, it was the feeling Jal remembered more, the overwhelming build inside, fuzzy and much like...

"Before..." The word hung in silence, a shocking realization poured from Jal's face, a connection.
"Oh Devil's gonna pay some tonight" Jal face twisted in anger running after the Witch. There was a reason he appeared at the oak, now the messenger was clear. The door exploded in sound as Jal forced himself against it, the room beyond was a small, circular and the Witch stood at it's centre stirring a large cauldron.
"An entrance. Diabolical. I applaud...
"...Shut it! This charade ends! You'll give me answers or things get very difficult for you. Jal interjected, eyes ablaze. Dark circular flame began growing in each hand, Jal could feel them.
"Now your guts, I like, your power, I like more," the Witch coolly spoke without leaving his eyes. "But the attitude, the stupidity..." She whipped her non-stirring arm up and across in front of her, Jal instantly found himself hurtling backwards, as if hit by a colossal weight. His back squarely hit the wall and he winced trying to rise. "... We'll have to do something about," and within an instant her expression changed, it became soft, though forced.
"Son." The word was a stalagmite, penetrating the deepest part of his chest; it froze and burnt. "My names Ariel," her face contorted and she let go of the ladle, clinking against the pot. "No. I just can't do the whole doting mother. I'm on schedule, so pull yourself together." Jal ground his teeth, a translucent black aura emanating outwards.
"Schedules detoured... 'Mother'," Jal added sarcastically, hand slipping into a pocket.
"Oh but it hasn't." She retorted fast, and within a second Jal was pinned by force in mid air, his dark barrier wisping. A chime sounded as one of his rings hit the floor, wrenched from his grasp by the same force compelling his body to the air. "You see, magic needs control boy. All the power this realm has won't help without it. While I'm giving out free lectures..." Ariel moved to Jal striking his face, and smirking. Blood dripped from Jal's mouth and he could see the glee across her face. Her expression changed again, it was forceful. "Your instructions are clear, those three others who've crossed here are in my way, make them... dead. Do it and I guarantee you'll get another chance to face me after. I may even answer a question for you. But as you stand presently, you're no son of mine. She paused picking up the ring, "You will learn respect too." Jal spat at her, his brow deeply furrowed. The Witch, seemingly calm wiped the mixture of blood and saliva from herself, but in an instant Jal felt it. She had forcefully stabbed his own ring into him. "Night night, time for a reunion I think." Jal's vision started to haze, he saw her place the ring down but he was now hovering over the cauldron. The force pining him up vanished and he fell, fell into the cauldron, it was an endless dropping sensation, it was black, he was gone.

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--- Flashback ---

Arya scoffed as the fair haired male blew her off, crossing her arms and checking her watch. When is this guy supposed to meet us? She thought, growing more and more irritated. She wanted to say something, but chose the higher route. If someone had information about her real parents she could tolerate ten of him. Though she probably jinxed herself, seeing as a dark haired, equally rude male joined, muttering something to himself that she couldn't make out even if she had been closer. Obviously whatever he had to say he didn't intend to share with the group.

"Lovely start. Glad to meet you too." she responded sarcastically, throwing her arms down to her side, shaking her head. I don't know why I'm still here. This is obviously one of that guy's cruel jokes. I should have known that only an ex could conjure up something this cruel.

--- End Flashback ---


Arya frowned a bit as she recalled the man before her, remembering the introduction. He didn't even return his name when she'd went out of her way to be polite, despite her instincts. She threw it aside, more concerned with the fact that the other male, the dark haired one was absent from the group. She looked around, trying to figure out where he'd went, remembering he wasn't exactly a ray of sunshine either.

She noticed that the present male seemed to be waking up, judging by his groan, and she backed up, giving him room. He's actually kind of cute now that I see him in daylight.. Arya thought to herself, keeping the best poker face she could manage. Though she felt her fingers twitch as his mouth ruined everything.

"You know love, if you wanted to see my sleeping face, all you did was have to stare."

She let out an irritated huff, rolling her eyes at his arrogant comment, "Seriously? Like I'd even be interested. You're far from my type, "love"." She responded back in a spirited tone, her voice turning icy as she quoted the word. She already wanted to punch this guy, but she refrained, sensing there was more to worry about than the rude guy standing before her.

She noticed his discomfort, narrowing her eyes, deciding against asking if he was alright. If he could taunt her, he definitely was fine enough for her to discard her concern. I think I liked you better when you refused to acknowledge my existence. She thought smugly, but she waited for him to respond, quirking an eyebrow as he finally seemed to notice the problem that struck enough fear to make her break the touch barrier.

"Hm?.."

She was about to speak again, until a rather large hand clasped over her mouth. She instantly found herself wide eyed, tempted to shove him aside and give him a rather large piece of her mind, but changed her mind once his logic actually made since to the quick tempered blonde. She slowly nodded, ripping his hand from her mouth. She quietly waited, although the rumbling was striking enough fear in the blonde that she was relieved she'd broke the contact between them.

"Love, if you panic like that, I cannot make out any sounds."

The last thing she wanted was the arrogant male beside her mocking her for trembling. She couldn't help it though. What was big enough to do something like that aside from an elephant? Just where are we? She finally spoke once he stood, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be making out any sounds.. you'd still be asleep!" she snapped in a quiet tone, judging by his warning that there was something dangerous out there and that it was best they kept quiet.

She noticed he caressed at his shoulder, realizing he probably received a harder fall than she. Only her head ached, and she had a small bleeding wound around her collarbone. Though both were easily ignored during this situation. She'd manage both once they reach a hotel, or some sign of civilization.

"We need to hide."

Something about his tone sent chills down her spine. Hide, hide from what? She wanted to ask, but she assumed he knew as little as she, then she walked over, rolling her eyes at the fair haired male, "She's not waking up any time soon.. I mean look at her. She landed on a rock, her head is bleeding.. She needs to see a doctor." She sighed, irritated with him this time.

Then she decided to counter his taunts, "Can you manage to lift her, or shall I carry her?" She smirked at him, raising an inquisitive eyebrow. She at least lifted the dark haired girl to examine her wound further, "She'll live.. but she's probably won herself a nasty concussion." Arya whispered, looking to her only awake companion for his decision. She looked around, unsure of which direction they should take, but she ruled out anywhere that led to an open clearing or road. Whatever was after them would catch up before they could respond, waiting it out definitely seemed best.

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"She's not waking up anytime soon.. I mean look at her. She landed on a rock, her head is bleeding.. She needs to see a doctor." As she made her pointless comment about the doctor he was already pulling out a bandanna from his coat pocket, inside it was a jewel piece to cover it, but this was more important. He had already felt the blood in his hand when he lifted her head, it was cold from laying on the ground and it had already stopped bleeding when he finished wrapping it, but it was just incase it was to get worse.

"Can you manage to lift her, or shall I carry her?" Oh yeah her smirk was burning through the back of his skull, he could tell she was having fun at trying to nail him down to the ground, it was the first time he was treated like this by a girl and the excitement of it was a bit thrilling on his behalf. "She'll live.. but she's probably won herself a nasty concussion." She continued after rechecking the wound.

He stared at the girl whom was still unconscious, she wasn't going to wake up anytime soon. And they were stuck in some god forsaken forest of doom. That is unless you want to call what had just happened all fun and games. Than that would make this a forest of happy tree friends. Rubbing the back of his neck he stayed knelt down, letting the girls body lay there for a moment. Something in the back of his mind made him wonder what had happened to the fourth member that they had seen earlier.Maybe he was apart of all this.

"Well love, unless you wish to see what the big rumbles under you feeties were, we should most likely travel in the direction that it didn't come from." He chuckled once amused with this, it didn't bother him, he knew how to survive, but that was when he was alone and didn't have to worry about others.

He debated for a moment on whether to drag this girl or actually carry her. If he was to drag her, he probably get his head bitten off and swallowed whole by Medusa over here huffing down his back, waiting for him to make the wrong move. Some reason the thought of all this made him want to laugh, but he kept his cool and started to lift the lady up, by pulling her arm and trying to shift her onto his back. Surprisingly she was rather light to him, like carrying a back pack. Her hands were soft and frail, just like the rest of her body. It was in that moment of him shifting his shoulder that almost had him let go of her. It was good his grip was tight and he didn't make a fuss over the pain in his shoulder, but he could also feel a bruising in his rib cage. Alright so this situation was worse than he gave credit for.

"Shall we?" He offered her to go first towards the south. "Unless you truly do wish to find out what is out there, but take it to thought that I wont be able to run if we do run into anything worse than myself." Without much thought he gave her a slight puppyish look with gentle eyes.

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--- Flashback ---

Blood splattered down on the asphalt as Jalen semi-braced his fall, he gasped, rasing his eyes to meet his assailant, however the kid didn't waste time; all Jalen saw was a second fist hurtling forward from an enraged expression. As his head hit the bitumen Jal noticed a book upturned and remembered just how messed up the other kids at the orphanage could be.

--- Flashback End ---

Consciousness slipped back into Jal, as he recollected recent events. Portals, Bitch, Poison, Portals… Jal chocked out a mouthful of leaves,
“Never thought I’d become the front runner for the next Alice in the toilet pan,” he feebly groaned stretching out and poking through the thicket he’d been heavily submerged in.
Jal was sluggish, the poison coursing his veins slowed the world; the air itself seemed to droop haphazardly. Standing, Jal stumbled through shrubs and bushes, brushing past tree after tree.
“I could use a drink…” Jal grunted, desperate to dilute the toxicity within him.

Perspiration saturated Jal’s clothing, and his breathing became laboured. Stumbling turned to dragged limping as his previous knee wound stifled; the ground tremored. Jal grumbled
“I never… never asked for a vacation…. and these… these free ones… are… a huge… dis… disappoint… -ment.” He struggled, pausing to catch his breath against a deadwood tree. The earth shook again, more virulently than before, Jal pushed off towards the disturbance, staggering. It was a strange sensation, he wasn’t in the best of shape, the poison was concentrating in his system and his body was weary but the desperation and rage Jal harboured was fortifying him.

There were rustling noises nearby, Jal barely noticed, his mind was wandering. The clearing Jal came to wasn’t natural, trees were uprooted, grass and brushes were flattened and the ground was squashed,
“So if I were… a big… dumbass… creature… where… where would I…” he coughed violently, “…hang?” The answer became evident; in the open.

“What!?” Jal exclaimed, the beast wasn’t a creature as thought at first, but humanoid; a mere scrap of cloth wrapped around its repugnant oversized form, was all that concealed its modesty. It had heard Jalen’s disgust, arching its head around. “Two… heads? Let me guess… you’re the cute… silent one… and you’re the angry… but misunderstood one.” Jal jested, coughing. The monster now fully faced Jal, the left head stared silently with pale whitened eyes whilst the right bore eyes of redden rings, its lower jaw jutted outwards and it drooled grey foam and snarling. “Flossing…” Jal began, “… it isn’t just a recommendation,” Jal grimaced, “Now… which way… to the castle… of that bitch? Witch, sorry… and bitch.” He concluded.
The Ogre now held a large trunk within its grasp,
“Whe… when did you… Oh this isn’t…” Jal leapt forward, chucking himself entirely as the wood now airborne, screamed past. Jal could hear the monster moving towards him, and he steeled himself to his feet. Jal could see the dark energy pouring out and into him, his semi-hallucinating state only further fuelled his resolve as fragments of Ariel dashed in front of him. “I’ll kill… I’ll kill for you, Mother, then… then I’ll kill YOU!” The Ogre held both its fists above Jalen thrusting them down but all Jalen saw was his mother. The fists met with the blackened aura that now surrounded Jal sending a shockwave outwards, Jal reached towards the Ogre and screamed, sending forth a brilliant dark light.
The beam connected with the ogre’s chest, lifting the beast up and backwards, the snarling right head lost consciousness on impact with the ground furtherer away, whilst the left howled eerily at first before regaining its dead pan glare. The monster stilled with shallow breathing.

“You still… you still haven’t… answered my… question,” Jal moaned, falling to his knees, before keeling over. Panting in short shallow bursts Jal stared up, eyes creasing at the light as beads of sweat danced down.

Jal thought he heard movement, but there was no way he could tell,
“Le…ts… cal… l… it… a… dr… aw…” He coughed. resigned, not being able to hold the words together anymore. The clouds seemed to flow down like water and every tree around looked precisely like the oak that delivered him, Jal was burning up, and twitching. All the power and resolve had vanished along with the dark light. Was there commotion around him, Jal couldn't tell.

A cool wash passed over Jal, it was difficult to decipher what that really meant, especially since the brunette girl was now dancing with her doppelganger in front of him whilst the background melted...

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Everything was blurry and echoing. The two figures that stood around her fade in and out of view, and their voices echoed in Wynter's ears. Her head throbbed painfully, and when she moved to at least sit up, a wave of nausea forced her to stay still. She could not understand the voices that hit her ears, for they were a garbled mush of sound due to her disoriented state, and could dimly feel the rumbling beneath her body. Her bow and arrows were pinned uncomfortably under her body, her duffle bag directly beside her head, and through some fortune she had managed to keep a vise-like grip on her violin case.

*Flashback*


"Darrian, I've told you multiple times to stop calling me. I'm heading home from classes, have had a long day, and I really don't need your stalking me to add onto my pile of crap going on right now. Good day to you sir!"

Snapping her phone shut, Wynter leaned back against the oak tree, her bag and violin head in front of her legs and her bow and quiver across her chest and back. She was thee only person there, and the cryptic message she had gotten gave her no clue of how many people would be there, but with a sigh, she settled back to wait.

It wasn't much later that three others appeared, one by one, and they had no chance to introduce themselves before a large hole appeared behind her back, ripping them all into the tree.

*End of Flashback*


Wynter groaned softly, forcing her eyes open a crack. A man crouched over her, his hands lightly patting her cheeks, and for several minutes his image blurred, going from two, to four, to three, and finally to one. She blinked a few times, only to find her body being moved and tossed across the man's back.

The voices were still echoing, but at least now she could decipher them. Her eyes slowly opened the remainder of the way, and despite the immense pain in her head, she managed to focus on the trees around them.

"W ... Wh-what ...?" she murmured, her voice soft and her words slightly garbled.

The first thing that she noticed was the trees. They were endless. The next thing she noticed was that they were not in Central Park.

"Todo, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore ..." she muttered, easily maneuvering off of the man's back and onto her feet. She stumbled, reaching out and clutching the man's arm so as to avoid collapsing. Her hand moved to the back of her head, and could feel the bandanna that had been wrapped around it. Slipping her fingers beneath, she hissed and drew them back, finding them sticky with blood. Moving them to the left side of her forehead, she found the same result along her hairline, and grimaced.

"Great ..." she murmured sarcastically, closing her eyes for a brief second. Finally, she straightened and looked over at her companions, releasing the arm of the man.

"I think it would be best if we find our way out of this God forsaken forest before whatever made those loud sounds finds us. Whatever it was, it wasn't an animal, and it definitely wasn't human. We also aren't in Central Park anymore. To be frank, who knows where we are. But obviously we're in some forest, somewhere, and without a map or proper navigating instruments, we stand no chance of finding our way out of it. Once we're out of this section of the forest, we can go from there. That would be ideal, correct?" she asked, reaching down to grab her violin and bag, her eyes moving between the two, and she adjusted her bow and quiver as she straightened.

"I vote that we find somewhere that's open just enough for us to have room to camp, set up said camp, and find some food and water. We can go from there. Does that sound alright to-"

Wynter cut off, pausing and turning her head slightly. A piercing pain shot through her skull, but she ground her teeth together, closed her eyes, and then reopened them. They focused on the crumpled figure of a man, and for a moment, the air stood still. Snapping out of her frozen state, however, Wynter slid easily around the man beside her, before walking briskly over to the one who was collapsed. Crouching beside him, her two fingers moved to his neck, and after a moment she looked up at her first two companions.

"He's alive, but we need to get him somewhere safe and secure before I can assess his injuries. He's lost more than just a little bit of blood, and I need to treat him as soon as possible," she said, pulling his arm across her shoulders. Her legs trembled slightly with his weight as she rose, but after years of constant physical training, it wasn't impossible - but her injuries made her weak, and she was a bit breathless by the time she had completely stood.

Her eyes moved up to her two companions from before. "I don't know about you two, but I'm finding somewhere safe and I'm going to treat this man's injuries. You can come with me if you want, or you can stay here and become creature-food," she said. She didn't intend to sound harsh, for she truly didn't want the two to get hurt, but at the same time she didn't have much of a choice. She knew this was what was best, and she wasn't about to let herself get killed by some unknown beast.

*Very Short Time Skip {Five Minutes Later}*


Wynter collapsed to her knees, nearly dropping the man. Instead, she managed to somewhat-gently lower him to the ground. Removing her jacket, she skillfully and quickly folded it, lifting his head and slipping it beneath. Pushing herself slowly up, she moved around the small area that she had stopped at, surveying its surroundings. She plucked up several stray branches as she did so, before moving back to his side. Dropping to her knees once more, she used her gloved hands to dig a pit, tossed the branches into it, and quickly started a fire with the lighter she always kept on her. Rising and leaving his side again, she managed to gather enough rocks to satisfy her, before she returned and placed them around the fire so as to avoid setting the entire forest alight.

Finally, she turned to the man, frowning. He was incredibly heated, and sweat drenched his body.

"What in the world happened to you?" she muttered, reaching down and struggling him out of his jacket. He was obviously very ill, and while sweat allowed a person to rid themselves of the illness, too much heat could negatively affect them. They could become dehydrated and die - which was the worst outcome, but it certainly was plausible.

Turning, she unzipped her bag and removed a water bottle and towel that had remained in her bag after dance class. Wetting the towel, she folded and placed it upon the forehead of the man. After a moment, Wynter began to gently move her hands over every centimeter of his body, expertly checking for any wounds that he may have that weren't visible to the eyes - wounds that could have either been hidden by his clothing, or broken bones. Finding no broken bones on the upper body, she moved to the lower, only to find a several bruised kneecap. There really wasn't much that she could do without an ice pack, so instead, she dug around in her bag before removing a roll of athletic tape and a roll of Pro Wrap. Sliding his pant leg up to mid-thigh, she quickly wrapped his knee with the Pro Wrap, before easily taping it down.

Finally, Wynter moved up to his head, brushing his hair back from his face and momentarily removing the towel. Blood was scattered across his cheeks and forehead, some of which she could not tell if it was his own. Using the bottom of her shirt, she wiped most of it away. Pulling the first aid kid from her bag, she snapped it open, removed some alcoholic wipes, and began to gently pat at the wounds. After several minutes, she bandaged and wrapped the more severe wounds, before replacing the towel on his head. She removed the spare shirt she kept in her bag and wet one end of it, lightly moving it across the cheeks and neck of him in an attempt to cool his flaming skin. Her other hand moved across his head, her fingers threading through his hair and probing the skull for any damages. Satisfied that there were none, she moved from her crouch so that she was sitting cross-legged, continuing to pat at his cheeks with the cool water.

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Arya silenced herself watching the blonde male begin to makeshift treat her wound, causing her to release a laugh under her breath. I guess he's more useful than he appears.. she mused to herself, a smile upon her face. She knew it wasn't the time for such games, but she was alive and well. She couldn't keep bitter about the situation while it was nice. Even if the danger was only relatively dormant, the moment was good. She also noticed she was finally getting what she wanted, even if it meant challenging this stranger's manliness. She brushed her hair back, stretching now that she had a moment to relax. She could feel several bones pop as she did so, but she felt so much better. Obviously the forest floor isn't that good on the bones.. She could tell he was trying to make a decision, on what though? She was clueless to his intention, but smirked once he picked up their female companion. She felt a bit smug, mentally keeping score of her winnings against this cocky guy. So far it was 1 : 1, though she was determined not to lose to the sarcastic male.

"Shall we?" "Unless you truly do wish to find out what is out there, but take it to thought that I wont be able to run if we do run into anything worse than myself."

"Of course, I cannot wait to get out of here. Humidity is a formidable foe.." She mumbled, starting off in the direction he ushered her toward, frowning a bit as he continued, the look in his eyes was almost unnerving, though she turned her gaze back to the direction she was walking, "Don't be ridiculous. I don't want to find out any more than you do." She snapped, crossing her arms as she trudged through the dirt, crinkling her nose as the mud ruined her heels. Why did I honestly wear heels to meet someone at Central Park? She thought irritated.

After a moment of walking, she finally heard the female's noises, though she couldn't quite make out what the dark haired female was attempting to say. She stopped, turning to the man carrying her, putting her hand out to touch his chest, "I think she's waking up." She reasoned, refusing him eye contact as she peered around him.

"Todo, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore ..."

She smirked a bit as the girl woke up and removed herself from the snobby male. "We sure as hell better not be in Kansas. I have a job to get to!" She replied bitterly. She felt a knot in her stomach, wondering how pissed her boss was that she wasn't already at work. She was undoubtedly fired by now.. Great I'll have to find a new job when I get home as well as put this all behind me.. Though she deep down she was grateful that the other girl had woken up. Not that she'd actually ever admit it though. As she stumbled, she reach to catch the girl, but was relieved as she'd managed to stable herself on their witty male companion.

"Great ..."

"You hit your head on a rock sometime through... Whatever that was.." She replied, hesitating. How was she supposed to describe what happened to them? It was like an episode of Star Trek or something, she couldn't just blurt out that they'd arrived here by a portal... That was nonsense.

"I think it would be best if we find our way out of this God forsaken forest before whatever made those loud sounds finds us. Whatever it was, it wasn't an animal, and it definitely wasn't human. We also aren't in Central Park anymore. To be frank, who knows where we are. But obviously we're in some forest, somewhere, and without a map or proper navigating instruments, we stand no chance of finding our way out of it. Once we're out of this section of the forest, we can go from there. That would be ideal, correct?"

"Yeah, that's what we planned to do, though out in the open like that, won't we be easily accessible to wolves? Not that I'm disagreeing, just curious. I've never been camping, myself." She heard several gruesome stories of campers being attacked by bears and wolves. She really didn't want to survive this horror movie to be eaten by the animals that inhabit this wilderness.

"I vote that we find somewhere that's open just enough for us to have room to camp, set up said camp, and find some food and water. We can go from there. Does that sound alright to-"

She nodded her head, agreeing with her. Food sounded wonderful, though she was concerned about the food they would find. She was a firm believer than any animal with fur was to be left alone. She only ate eggs, chicken, duck, turkey, vegetables, fruit, and nuts in her every day life. She never once ate cow, deer, rabbit, or any other furry animal friend in her life. Her picky nature was half of what made her so incapable of being adopted. She wasn't going to bring it up, but she doubted she was going to find any suitable food as things stood. They seemed miles away from any source of water.

"I don't know about you two, but I'm finding somewhere safe and I'm going to treat this man's injuries. You can come with me if you want, or you can stay here and become creature-food,"


She noticed the dark haired male that the brunette spoke of after she escaped her thoughts. She ran over to help, putting the bloody man's other arm over her shoulder, "Sunshine back there carried you, I guess it's our turn to carry him." She laughed pleasantly, "Of course I'm in. Lead the way."

*Very Short Time Skip {Five Minutes Later}*

She felt horrible for their fourth companion, though she felt even worse thinking that he'd been the one to put them in this situation. She reach in her pocket, for her phone, but found a piece of paper inside instead. She pulled it out, wide eyed. Who had time to slip something in her pocket without her knowing? She felt fear boiling up in her stomach as she unfolded the parchment, which looked rather rough for wear, she might add.

"Dearest Arya,

You must be confused by all this madness. Raised in a land of cars and iced tea, it must be hard to accept what I'm about to tell you. You're a Princess, Your mother's name is Snow White, and your father is Prince Charming. It must be hard to accept that people you read about in fairy tales are your parents, but with time you will grow to understand that everything I say is quite true. None of you are here by chance, your fiance` is here as well. Though we don't expect either of you to form an immediate bond, at least try and get along with one another. Your parents are in grave danger and I risk my own life for retrieving each of you. So here's what you need to know; You are a princess, you have magic, strong magic, you're meant to help others. You're the product of true love and can inspire that very same love in those around you. You have a healing touch, and one day you will be a Queen, with Klaus standing beside you.

With Love,
A very dear friend."


She was wide eyed and threw the letter to the ground, glaring at it, "Which one of you are Klaus and what kind of sick joke is this?!" She demanded, peering between the light and dark haired males, "Healing abilities? Capable of inspiring love in others? Fiance`?! I was an Orphan, how sick can you be to make a joke about my parents!?" She was fuming, ready to crack skulls at the first wrong answer. Though mostly she was hurt. She always masked her pain with anger. She was trembling, fist clenched as she awaited an answer, her knuckles turning white from the pressure.

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Klaus's mind was distracted, so he didn't take much noticed of what the girl on his back was saying or even doing nor of what the blonde was talking about before, that was until he felt a warm pressure on his chest. The blonde had stopped him in his tracts around the same time the burnet was trying to get off him. Annoyance folded around his lips, causing him to pucker a bit. It wasn't at the girls but at the fact that the movement didn't feel to pleasant.

"So much for being unconscious, loves." Adjusting himself, he forced his shoulder to pop. It grinded slightly but it seemed to have fallen back into place. With a slight grunt he just started on walking.

As the spoke of homes, Klaus seemed to be the only one not really caring about home much. He didn't really wish to bring up 'we aren't going home any time soon.' to the girls. Them freaking out was the last thing needed right now. Stopping he looked around, forest, forest and more forest. Every corner all looked the same, getting lost in this would be a nightmare inside a nightmare.

"I think it be best loves that we don't find camp on the grounds, but some place high. We don't know what is here and I don't wish to find out." He started to grab some vines as the girls attended to welcomed back new comer to the group. Sure he'd help some, but the girls were handling it. Won't be much to do if everyone was huddling around the lad.

[Five mins time skip, duly noted]

Klaus didn't say a word after the blonde, now named Arya, was freaking out throwing the note. Hanging the vines on a broken down tree, he bent down and picked up the note. Scanning over it with his eyes, he rubbed the back of his neck. "Fairy Tales are real..." He stated as he mumbled to himself, but chuckled and folded the paper back up. Looking over at Arya whom kept freaking out, before Klaus could say anything, he heard a crinkle of paper sound off in his pocket. He could remember of putting anything in his pockets.

"Hmm." Taking it out, it looked as if it was the same thing that Arya got. But in different words.

"Dear, Dear, Lovely Klaus, He paused and it only took a glance over the note before he crinkled it up and shoved it back into his pocket. He said the first part so Arya knew that he was the man named Klaus, but he didn't bother reading his note out loud. "Sorry loves, but it seems that someone must have drugged us and put us into some kind of sick joke. Arya, best not be too loud, something might hear us.." The anger in his eyes had become dark and slightly clouded over, but he tried to be kind to the blonde. He was pissed, his jaw was tight and his lips were slightly puckered so he wouldn't say anything he'd regret.

Not saying another word he took the vines and started to braid them together, his anger was taken out on each braid. And kept his back towards the others. This was more than what words could handle. Who ever sent the leader and made him snap his last string. He wanted revenge and nothing could really stop him from taking it.

Stopping for a little bit he stared at his hands that held the vines. The felt weird, tingly the whole time, but he never understood why. It was a come and go feeling, his hands never felt like that before, so it was odd...no it was..well whatever it was, it had got him thinking about the letter. If it was right, that means that whatever is out there, they were up for alot more than what they bargained for.

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There were brief snapshots Jal captured as he lay burning up: the sky blotching itself out, the world slipping by, and voices… A voice? He drifted.

Jalen stirred; the air around felt cool, not as humid and as suffocating as it had previously been. The apparent serenity was noticeable to Jalen who had been expecting a gnawing sound, coupled with severe pain and the loss of limbs and extremities; or just the bleak abyss of nothingness. Jalen was feeling neither, in fact something cool and soothing was a hold of him, and his head was propped on soft material.
So big ‘ol twin face-mess hasn’t a meal... that’s good.

Commotion shattered the dreams Jalen had fallen into and a crease appeared down his forehead.
”What…” He began mumbling but failed.
… how sick can you be, to make a joke about my parents!?" The words echoed within Jal, but for some reason he didn’t share the feeling, it was novel, but his anger brushed away. Instead of angry, a compulsion took sway over Jal to open his eyes, he blinked open but shut them still not completely comprehending the circumstances surrounding him. Attempt two was slower, craning them open he focused on the outline hovering over; a sweet smell accompanied the figure. Jal eyes anchored down one after the other and he fought to reposition.
It was dark, and a radiant glow hugged his savoir.
”Name…” Jal demanded croaky and puffy eyed, Can I be heard? Am I mute or pushing daisies? He caught a flicker of the darker hair and lifted his hand to hers which had been nursing him. It was a slow clumsy move but it was all the thanks he was giving.

Letting go of her, he attempted to raise himself, resulting in a crash with the girl to the side. Annoyed at himself, he turned, rolling off her, her surprised reaction and sighing.
If I’m this weak after building such a large immunity… It begged the question, Did she know? His money wasn’t on it. Jal ground his teeth, annoyed that he didn’t seem to care about this revelation as much as he felt it warranted.

“…Arya, best not… something might...” Jal faintly heard across the fire. The noise belonged to the fair haired man, and Jal realised his company was that back moments before the ordeal began with the weird oak and mysterious figure. Presently it looked as though each had letter and Jal recalled his, memorising it and debating in great length whether to follow its explicit instructions whilst drinking at his regular hovel. He recalled the pieces of it dropping within the… His hand instinctive found his jacket pocket, unsurprisingly, no alcohol. The strange thing was, the removing his hand was accompanied by a piece of paper. It was new.
Jal opened the letter, it read the same as before exactly, questioning whether he had indeed met his Mother or not.



”Jalen,

This will be difficult, but please, try to keep your temper in check; every word written is the truth and if you believe nothing else, believe your parents live. Your parents love you…”



Jal had had enough, scrunching it up and tossing it toward the fire. “Sucked the first dozen read throughs,” The ball teetered near the flames before rolling out. There were more pressing concerns to Jal, four of them, A guy, a blonde, a brunette and a… There was a howl, a large bone-shaking beastly one. Jal groaned and threw himself back.

”You know it’s still out there, right? Jal loosed, dead-pan. ”… And there are trail marks… Oh boy…”

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”What…”

It appeared as if the man was coming to. His fever had diminished some, but it still wasn't satisfactory - at least to her, after her beginnings at medical school. She had graduated at seventeen due to her skipping a grade and had been in training to become a doctor for the previous three years, and was very thorough in treating her 'patients'.

"Hush. You shouldn't speak yet. You've barely recovered and your fever is still dangerously high. You need to lay down and rest," she spoke soothingly, smoothing the damp cloth across his forehead and cheeks.

"Which one of you are Klaus and what kind of sick joke is this!? Healing abilities? Capable of inspiring love in others? Fiance!? I was an Orphan, how sick can you be to make a joke about my parents!?"

Wynter cringed after the sudden outburst from the other girl, whose name was Arya. Obviously the girl had a bit of an anger issue, but she wasn't about to point that out. Instead, she turned slightly, her eyes darting between the man - who she now knew was named Klaus - and Arya. After words continuously fired, she finally rose and strode between them.

"Alright, that's enough," she said softly, her words quiet yet loud enough to carry. "Right now isn't the time to argue among ourselves. We may not know each other very well, but we're all that we have, and for now that's all that matters. We need to stick together, and getting into fights isn't going to assist us in any way. Instead it will hinder us, and we don't want that now do we? Our best chances of figuring out what the Hell is going on is if we work together to solve this problem," she said, smacking her right fist into the palm of her left hand.

Wynter turned her head, glancing back at the dark haired man as he made a soft noise. She darted her gaze to Arya. "I'm positive that Klaus did not put that not in your pocket - when would he have had the time? So please think rationally, dear," she said, returning to the dark man's side. She lowered herself beside him, moving her ear near his lips to catch his words.

"Name ..."

Her name? She slowly leaned back up before returning the towel to his face.

"I'm Wynter Clarabella Augustine," she answered, just loudly enough for Klaus and Arya to hear, also - why not save herself another two introductions? Something touched the back of her hand, and startled, she turned her eyes to it, only to find his hand awkwardly holding her own. After a moment it dropped, and as it did he moved to rise.

"Don't-" she warned, lifting her hands to stop him - only to have him collapse onto her legs. She grimaced slightly. He was heavy, to say the least, and the sudden onslaught of his weight on her jarred her slightly. She dropped her hands and helped hoist him off, pushing her palm against his chest to keep him on the ground.

"Don't move. You need to rest and recover," she ordered, her words gentle yet firm. "Don't be stupid. Listen to me. I know what I'm talking about," she said with a sigh. Leaving the towel on his forehead, she dug into the pocket of her jeans and lithely removed the paper that had been crinkling along since they arrived. Unfolding it, she smoothed out the creases before glancing down at it, her eyes skimming the words slowly.

"Dearest Wynter,

You must be confused by all this madness. Raised in a land of extravagant parties and unrealistic perfection, it must be hard to accept what I'm about to tell you. You're a Princess. Your mother's name is Aurora Mountbatten, and your father is Prince Phillip. It must be hard to accept that people you read about in fairy tales are your parents, but with time you will grow to understand that everything I say is quite true. None of you are here by chance, your fiance is here as well. Though we don't expect either of you to form an immediate bond, at least try and get along with one another. Your parents are in grave danger and I risk my own life for retrieving each of you. So here's what you need to know; You are a princess, you have magic - strong magic, and you're meant to help others. You're the product of true love and can inspire that very same love in those around you. You have a light touch, and one day you will be a Queen - with Jalen standing beside you.

With Love,
A very dear friend."


Her heart stopped thumping, and for a moment the air stood still. Finally, she crunched the paper up and shoved it roughly into her pocket.

"Arya, don't react so harshly to something such as that. I was an orphan too - I just had the fortune," she spoke the word with heavy sarcasm, "of being adopted by a loving pair of rich, sophisticated parents," she said. "Right now we need-"

A loud howl that sent chills down her spine stilled her, and heart heart stopped with fear. Her eyes grew wide, and she sat still.

"You know it's still out there, right? ... And there are trail marks ... Oh boy ..."

Her eyes moved down to the man, who she figured to be this 'Jalen' that she was supposedly 'engaged' to. After a moment, they moved up to the trees in the opposite direction that the sound had come from, the direction that she was facing.

"What ... What's still out there?" she asked softly, her voice shaking slightly. There was a loud rumbling sound that could only have come from a very large footfall, and after a moment of deadly silence, Wynter rose.

"Stay here," she ordered quietly. Her bags remained on the ground but she slowly removed her bow. Reaching behind her head, her fingers pinched the vane of an arrow and slowly pulled it up and over her head. Placing the nock against the string, she clipped it and moved slowly forward, her knees bending with each step. She slowly drew back the arrow, her eyes locked on the trees. The loud steps drew closer and she let out her breath slowly, calming her racing heartbeat.

"I can't take out whatever this is on my own, no matter my skill with this bow. It would be greatly appreciated if I could have some help," she said softly, just as a large, ugly foot appeared through the trees. She felt her blood chill, but without a moment's hesitation, she loosed the arrow. As it flew, a spot of sunlight shot through the trees, catching the head of it. In a split second it had become to smoke, and then lit with the flames of the light. It pierced Sternohyoid, burying itself completely within the throat of the beast. It let out a strangled howl, it's foot lashing out to kick at her. Her head injuries made her slow as she attempted to dodge the kick, and it caught her legs. The power behind the creature, however, sent her crashing across the ground before she rolled clumsily to a stop. She grimaced, pushing herself up and rising. Her leg, however, gave out on her, and from the feel of it she undoubtedly had a fractured shin, for that wasn't a love tap it just gave her. Two furious roars echoed throughout the forest, and before she realized what had happened, the creature had launched itself in her direction. Fear caused her to fumble as she reached for her arrow, so she quickly and clumsily notched it before letting it loose. The arrow struck the creature's chest, directly where it's heart should have been, but instead of collapsing, it merely grew angrier and sped up.

"What the Hell is this thing!?" she squeaked, stumbling up. She pushed off with her uninjured leg, rolling to the side just as the creature slammed into the trees behind where she had formally been. Fumbling for another arrow, she rolled onto her back, her breathing heavy.

{I kind of incorporated a bit of her powers beginning to appear. If that isn't alright, I can Edit that small part out.}

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"Dear, Dear, Lovely Klaus..Sorry loves, but it seems that someone must have drugged us and put us into some kind of sick joke. Arya, best not be too loud, something might hear us.."

Arya could feel her blood boiling under her skin. She wanted to tear him limb from limb, but something forced her to remain where she stood. For some reason her feet felt like they had become rooted into the ground, only infuriating her even further. She listened to his excuse. She noticed the frightening gaze of the sandy haired male, though she brushed it aside. A stubborn look of defiance stared back into his angry orbs, refusing her fury permission to waver. She had never been the cooperative type, she wasn't going to be an effortless companion. Learning to accept Arya, and for Arya to accept the others, it was going to be considerably laborious.

"Alright, that's enough. Right now isn't the time to argue among ourselves. We may not know each other very well, but we're all that we have, and for now that's all that matters. We need to stick together, and getting into fights isn't going to assist us in any way. Instead it will hinder us, and we don't want that now do we? Our best chances of figuring out what the Hell is going on is if we work together to solve this problem."

Arya let out an exasperated sigh before rolling her eyes. Like I would ever consort with someone like him. She thought to herself, finally moving from where she stood and leaning against a nearby tree. She closed her eyes, pretending to ignore the others for a moment while she piled her thoughts. She put her irritation away, for now. She wasn't letting that snarky wretch get the best of her. She however nodded her head, "I'll do what I must, nothing more and nothing less." She finally replied bitterly.

"I'm positive that Klaus did not put that not in your pocket - when would he have had the time? So please think rationally, dear."

Then she gritted her teeth, "Has anyone actually played attention to horror movies? Some of those are actually true stories you know.. The killers sometimes plant themselves at the scene of the crime. They pretend to be a victim so they can easily pick everyone off one by one. I don't put it past anyone here... I'd love to think rationally, but to be quite frank nothing has been rational here.. Rational is not trusting complete strangers... Though I understand your point. I will only do what I must to get us all home."

"Name ..."

She was taken aback, dropping her argument instantly. It was the first thing she'd heard from the fourth companion and she decided to give the poor man the floor. He was croaky as it stood, so her loud mouth was the last thing that needed to run at the moment.

“Sucked the first dozen read throughs,”

"Arya, don't react so harshly to something such as that. I was an orphan too - I just had the fortune," she spoke the word with heavy sarcasm, "of being adopted by a loving pair of rich, sophisticated parents," she said. "Right now we need-"

She heard the roar as well, quickly dropping down, reaching inside her leather heeled boots to retrieve a knife from within. She wasn't really equip for something like this, but she figured it was better than her bare hands at this point, "Got it. Dropped it. Over it. Shhh." She whispered back, trying to gather how close the monster was to the group.

”You know it’s still out there, right…? And there are trail marks… Oh boy…”

"The creature that attacked you..?" She asked, but expected no answer. Honestly she slowly took a deep breath, clicking her switchblade. She tried to prepare herself, but she'd never killed an animal before in her life. She was completely unprepared for the task before her.

"Stay here."

The words didn't exactly register in Arya's mind, and she began making her way away from the group and into the trees. She made no further noise. To their eyes, she apparently fled, whether or not she'd abandoned them was a mystery.

"I can't take out whatever this is on my own, no matter my skill with this bow. It would be greatly appreciated if I could have some help."

She could hear Wynter say, though she refused to reply. She couldn't give away her position. She watched the arrow zoom by, one hand over her mouth as she caught a full glimpse of the beast that threw the girl within the blink of an eye. She was wide eyed, knowing she had to do something to help, but the damned thing was fast for it's gigantic size. The other girl seemed hurt, collapsing after she regained herself from the impact. I have to do something.. it's going to kill her..! The beast ran at Wynter, and although she shot it a second time, it's charge only grew quicker. Arya jumped from her hiding spot in a tree as the beast passed under, landing on it's back. She dug her knife into the front of it's shoulder, attempting to jerk it back toward her to cause extra damage. The skin was tough, but she slowly made herself known to the beast. It roared in a horrifying mix of anger and pain from the wound. It stopped it's rampage only to thrash about, sending Arya flying. She made direct impact with a tree before crashing to the ground. She gasped out, trying to breathe again, but the air was absent. She felt as if her lungs had shriveled up and died. An excruciating pain overtook her, and worst of all she couldn't move. She wasn't paralyzed, because she could squirm, though every move she made was excruciatingly painful. She'd never felt such pain in her entire life. Now she was thankful she wasn't on the receiving end of the monster's actual blow like Wynter, but now that it's attention was on her, something told her she just might need to revoke that appreciation. Arya managed to force herself upright by clinging onto a branch for balance. . It felt like it took hours, though the had only been a minute or so.

"I lost my knife.." She coughed out. Her eyes darted around as she tried to locate her weapon, but all she found was a decent sized rock. She sighed in defeat, but then she got an idea. The idea would distract the beast, albeit it was not quite a bright one. She picked up the rock, since she was far to injured to flee and threw it straight at the enormous monstrosity, "Hey, ugly! Over here! You don't want them! Everyone knows blondes are more fun!" She called out as loud as her sore lungs permitted. The beast changed course, stomping straight at her. I hope someone else has an idea... She thought, waving her free arm to keep the dimwitted creature's attention solely on her. I can't watch someone else die.. I'd never forgive myself if I chose to be the coward!

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Klaus was paying no attention to what was all being said, his mind was set on on something completely different. His thoughts soaked in outright rage, but the sudden sound of a loud roar caused him to freeze up slightly. That same feeling as before started to make the ground shake and quake. It was a bit hard to balance with even while standing there or sitting down. You could hear the flock of birds crying out as they flew away altogether in a rush. The smaller creatures ran out in panic some running eachother over to get away. Whatever this thing was, the animals had the best idea. Get the hell out of here.

As the quakes came closer and even more rough, Wynter had become a different character. She was strong willed and sort of badass once she pulled out her bow, but that line dropped a bit when she asked for help, but still on the same, not like he ever used one. His attention was easily pulled away once the sight of the thing making all the loud noises came into his view. And for some reason even though he knew he should be fleeing, something inside him was saying he saw this creature before, but he just couldn't put his finger on it.

Making his way over to the other male named Jalen, he smirked at him. "Well it seems we will be of no use in this situation and the smell of all this blood, probably made the ogre....-" He paused in mid sentence.

Ogre...ogre... His mind started to race as if he was scrolling down a computer or some files. He remembered now, he had read about them before in one of his books. The question was, how did we kill it. Klaus bent down and started to think harder, staring at the ground, he started to draw random lines without much thought to it. When he was done he shifted towards the girls. At that time Arya was being thrown across and into the tree hitting the ground. Something odd clicked deep down inside him and he started to feel his hands tingle a bit again.

Before he could do or say anything she was already grabbing a rock and calling out to it like an idiot. But it didn't take to long before he noticed what she was doing. Instantly he called out to Wynter. "Oi! Shoot at the back of it's knees! Just do it, trust me! The skin is probably tough so make the shot count!"

Hoping this would work, he remembered reading a book about a video game, it was the only thing he had to go by when put onto the spot like this. And the only thing that might have a chance on. "We might not be able to kill it, but if we can some how knock it down, we might just be able to make an escape. It is one thing, I know best on this much.

It wasn't a lie, he knew very well on how to escape, alot might call him a coward, but to him it was a way of surviving. And getting away from those who didn't like his deals so much. But let us not get too much into that just yet. "You my friend, we need to get rid of all this blood. Before it gets us into more trouble."

Without letting him say anything he started to rub dirt all over his wounds. It was a way to vanish any and all kinds of scents remanding. This man had too much of it, it was a bit irritating trying to cover it all. And despite the pain that Klaus felt on his body, he helped the lad up and shoved him into a hole under the tree, where the roots were and the ground covered more of his scent. Whether this man had objections or struggled against it, Klaus didn't give two shits. Dying was the last thing he wanted. "Bare with it and keep quiet. If we get killed because of you, I will never let you live it down even in the afterlife."

A flash of red caught Klaus's eye, it moved through the forest. You couldn't see who it was, the person was too far away, but there was a bad feeling about this person or thing that had Klaus wanting to follow it. "I'll be back..." Climbing over the tree, he was trying to be sneaky.

Over course this was a bad time to leave the others behind, but if he could get some answers while the others were distracted than maybe this person could give us what we or he wants.

"Hey! I know you saw us! Or have been following us! At least help us!" Klaus glared at the person in the red cloak as they stopped without turning around.

"You seem to have everything jotted down." It was a woman's voice, she sounded like an exsotic cat, a slow but quiet voice.

"You've got to be kidding me..." He mumbled to himself, rubbing his jaw. "At least tell me how to kill-

"The head." She walked away without another word and just vanished before his eyes.

"The h..." He shook his head and looked around, she was gone, there was nothing, but the sight of the ogre and yelling. Rushing back he had grabbed a thick stick with a sharp edge on it. Climbing back over the tree's roots he watched and waited for an opening.

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Wynter… Jalen’s mind forewent his train of thought, lingering on a name, as if it were recollect-able.
"What ... What's still out there?" Jal gazed at Wyn, shaking his head.
"The creature that attacked you..?" Ayra’s voice carried but it fell on deaf ears, too engrossed in the presence of the stranger nearest to him.
The ground began to quiver with increasing succession, accompanied by a groaning thud; this disturbance snapped more than Jalen’s attention to it.
"Stay here," Wynter breathed and Jalen’s peripherals registered Wynter’s absence. Concentrating on the oncoming movement Jal caught sight of a projectile. It was unnatural Jalen deliberated in disbelief, almost as though it had caught a light mid flight; a chilling aura surged up his spine.
"Huh…?" Does everyone I meet have to be so hocus pocus? The “intended” came into view, raging viciously – an arrow embedded in its throat. Unfortunately it appeared to possess a second. Perfect. My fantastic fairy glow does jack all, Jal berated.
The creature wasn’t slowed, in fact the damage seem to have amplified its resolve with fury. It wasn’t moments before the beast retaliated with an assault that caught Wynter dramatically. Jal winced at the damage Wynter received. The second attempt was no more successful, a direct hit but only succeeding as far as further enraging the attacker.

"What the Hell is this thing!?" An exclamation cried out from Wynter, exacerbated. Some how amidst the activity unfolding between the ogre and Wynter, Klaus had approached Jal and Jal realised Ayra was out of sight.
"Well it seems we will be of no use in this situation and the smell of all this blood, probably made the ogre....-" The man paused abruptly. What’s this guy talking about? Let me guess. A militant pacifist… what a joke. Jal presumed rolling his eyes in disgust and completely missing Klaus’s injured condition.”Great…” he exhaled.

Before Jal realised Arya had darted from an unseen position and was mounted upon the beast, it shook and flailed in response to a blade Arya was repeatedly driving into it. The beast then succeeded in loosing Arya.

Hey, ugly! Over here! You don't want them! Everyone knows blondes are more fun!" Beckoning, Arya motioned for the ogre to pursue her.
Why would that idiot… A thought crossed Jal before he could dismiss its impracticality, This creature could do my work for me…
"Oi! Shoot at the back of its knees! Just do it, trust me! The skin is probably tough so make the shot count!" The voice beside him trampled over his thoughts, Jal was even more irked by the blonde.
Sure… kitty scratch it in a non-fatal area, that’ll save you from the brunt of it’s ferociously massive club hands… Jal scoffed to himself sarcastically. “Ugh.” Or better yet, lets walk wide-eyed into an unhealthy dealing of mortal wounds, then I can go out along with all three of you and never get to settle my score with THAT WITCH… fantastic... Something was also mentioned from the “unhelpful" foghorn beside him but Jalen had tuned out and had began rummaging through his jacket pocket. It was as he retrieved the desired object that earth started smattering itself onto him, forcing a choking cough and Jal to spit.
"You my friend, we need to get rid of all this blood, before it gets us into more trouble." Klaus explained, whilst Jal protested with extreme dissatisfaction. In the process of being lifted away from the battle Jalen ungrasped the item, allowing it to chink and run toward Wynter. It was a poisoned ring, one of few remaining to Jal since his previous encounter, he was hopeful that it would be of use to Wynter or Ayra, and he didn’t have any other options, grunting as Klaus dropped him into the hollow a tree.
The imperatives Klaus served, only agitated Jal, though he noticed Klaus had either seen something or was abandoning the women, as he darted away.

”I’ll be back…”
”Sure... I’m the Pope.”The man’s boots crunched underfoot as he left upon fallen leaves, through the trees. Jal tensed, he could feel the energy emitted from the girls, the negativity and gravity of their current situation. It empowered him.
”I can do this.” Jal breathed in quick succession, attempting to convince himself. Dark wisps began emerging around. “Come on...” Jal urged himself, pulsating the aura, collecting it, and focusing it into a single point.
It felt ready. Jal noticed Klaus around the perimeter, "weapon" engaged, though Jal concluded that a pointed stick could hardly boast such a classification. Time was closing in, as the monster charged Arya. Jal closed his eyes for the push.




”Huh? Where am I? Darkness enshrouded his vision. But. Somehow… He knew. It was obvious by the amount of disgust and depressing energy surrounding him, almost suffocating.





Had Jalen been returned.



To the Witch's keep?












"Oh this isn't my castle dear," A cackley voice overtured.
"You'll see."

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Wynter's eyes widened as the blonde female pounced the Ogre. She dug her weapon sloppily into the beast, but it definitely bought her some time. Thanks, I'm glad I'm not doing this alone.. At least she meant it when she said she'd cooperate with us. It brought a smile to the dark haired woman's face, but it was short lived. She adjusted her position, considering her injury. She had to make this next shot count. She couldn't just let Arya die protecting her. Think.. Think.. You're a Stirling. You've bested some of top minds in New York, you can't let an Ogre best you in a game of strategy.


"Hey, ugly! Over here! You don't want them! Everyone knows blondes are more fun!" The blonde further distracted the beast, giving Wynter time to come up with her plan. Though Arya's next words reminded her how fleeting time was, "I lost my knife.." her companion coughed out.

Wynter's eyes darted around the field, before she finally noticed the ring. She wasn't sure which one of the men left it behind, considering her attention had been on Arya's survival, but she quickly ripped part of her shirt, tying the ring to an arrow and shooting it beside Arya, into the tree, "Use that, I need time!" She shouted to her. The dark haired woman drug her useless leg as she adjusted her position, getting a better view of the Ogre. Though she collapsed again, panting hard. Her shin was throbbing with pain, and reasonably starting to swell.

"Oi! Shoot at the back of it's knees! Just do it, trust me! The skin is probably tough so make the shot count!"

She nodded at Klaus as she took out another arrow. She took no time in drawing the string back, taking a moment to steady herself in spite of the pain. She let out one calming breath before releasing the arrow, watching it zoom at the Ogre, it pierced the tough skin digging into the side of the Ogre's knee. Wynter grinned and quickly she began her next shot, "I hope you know what you're doing.." She whispered in terms of Klaus, but had little choice. She decided to trust him with her life, and Arya's.

She shot the second arrow, this time it dug itself into the back of the Ogre's knee. It collapsed in front of Arya, releasing a loud roar into the sky. She'd definitely pissed it off. It turned to face Wynter again, barely a few feet from Arya at this point. She quickly pointed to the ring she'd shot toward her earlier, "Arya! Use it!"

She felt a bit betrayed by Klaus, seeing as he'd hidden Jalen and disappeared. I can't believe you abandoned us like this. She thought angrily, but decided not to hold the grudge at a time like this. She had to do her best. I'm a Stirling... We do our best until our very last breath.. She attempted to scoot herself along the forest floor, away from the Ogre in hopes that it would follow her and give Arya the opening she needed. The arrows slowed the beast down, but they weren't sharp enough to cause any real damage to the monstrosity.

She swallowed hard, but was relieved to see Klaus return. He must have had a plan, because he was running to the group like a man on a mission. She allowed a large grin to sweep across her face, but she literally facepalmed when she noticed he planned to beat the Ogre with a pointy stick. Seriously? A stick? I'll trust his judgement.. She reach for another arrow to assist, but was horrified when she realized she was out of arrows.

I can't die now... what if this is true...? What if we really might find our families here?

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Arya could see Klaus getting Jalen out of sight, smiling a bit as the Ogre stormed toward her. She kept shouting, waving her arm, "Ogres are so slow! A grandma could have gotten to me by now!" She taunted, refusing to back down in the face of danger. She had to give the others a chance.

She noticed Wynter was taking another shot, but it missed the ogre. She flinched, seeing as it came dangerously close to her, "Are you crazy!?" She snapped, opening her mouth to continue her pissed rant, but realized there was something connected to the arrow. It was some sort of weapon tied onto the bow. She tried to pull it out of the tree, but eventually resorted to breaking it in half. She felt sore, her entire body ached from her impact with the tree. Though she wasn't sure if anything was broken or not. Though she still couldn't breathe properly. With every breath she took in, Arya felt a sharp, tight pain on the left side of her chest. By now the pain had spread to the upper left side of her back. The shortness of breath was growing irritating, especially after forcing herself up and antagonizing the Ogre.

"Use that, I need time!"

Arya nodded a bit, getting a good hold on the ring, prepared to stab it into the ogre if she must. She kept her eyes on the beast, though she was starting to tremble. The sensation of barely breathing was scaring her, despite her best efforts to remain calm.

"Oi! Shoot at the back of it's knees! Just do it, trust me! The skin is probably tough so make the shot count!"

She shot her head around to locate the owner of the voice, and was relieved as she realized Klaus told Wynter to shoot at the Ogre. Apparently he had a plan. Maybe it would give her a moment to rest if she was lucky. Though she refused to let her hopes get too high. She pushed her hair behind her ear, one hand gently pressed to her chest. During her moment of intermission she noticed Wynter was still dragging her leg along. How hard did that thing hit her? She thought to herself, biting on her bottom lip. I hope she's going to be okay..

Arya heard the grunt of the Ogre as Wynter's next arrow shot into the Ogre, though it wasn't stopping it's rampage. A tree went flying across the field as the beast took it's rage out on the forestry. She leaned up against the tree, able to stand without support, but it was definitely strenuous. Her breathing was shallow and rough, and she looked exhausted. The second arrow caused the Ogre to temporarily collapse to it's knees. Arya's eyes widened at the angry shout the monster released, and a look of horror crossed her features as it located Wynter.

"Arya! Use it!"

Without hesitation Arya jammed the ring into the ogre's wound. The disgusting beast's bloods adorning her hand, the smell alone was enough to make someone sick. She fell backwards, gasping out from the excruciating pain in her chest. The force she used to stab the ogre triggering the sharp pains again. She saw Klaus return to the group, only to climb a tree. Copy cat... She thought rolling her eyes, At least I had a knife.. She thought in a bitter tone. Though she was grateful he was coming to their rescue, she wasn't the confident in the pointy stick he chose to arm himself with.

She looked over to Wynter, whom seemed just as skeptical as she, and she merely laughed to herself bitterly. The ugly beast finally enraged from the pain, lifted his foot, ready to stomp it down upon Arya. Laying back was painful enough, so she closed her eyes tight, preparing herself for what seemed to be certain death, "So my life depends on a conceited prick... Isn't that just my type of luck...?" She muttered to herself, letting out a painful breath, "Here goes hoping for a miracle.."

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Image Klaus didn't make any moves anytime soon, he waited for the right moment. He knew that deep down inside of him that Arrows and knives wasn't going to cut it when it came to something this big. It was like giving the creature a bunch of splinters. So he watched and waited for the right moment.

As it fought with the girls it paused and lifted it's arms to let out a hard and rough roar into the heavens. The ground shook and the trees danced in horror. When he stopped and started to breathe heavy. The wound on it's leg, wouldn't let it stand up. At least he was right about that knee.

"You know you picked the wrong day to mess with me." Klaus's eyes clouded over with anger and a hit of twisted fate in them. "I just found out things that I shouldn't have. And that I am engaged. Then there was the part about something that really set me off on edge today. And I don't think that i am going to let something like you stand in the way of me killing every last one of you things here."

The ogre turned it's body to face Klaus, their faces had become face to face. One swing could kill him, one bite could take him. But all they did was stare at each other in complete anger. The ogre's eyes grew soft as he narrowed them. As if he was claiming defeat. He closed his eyes and let Klaus have at it. Wasn't like this thing was going to win and it knew this.

With a fancy twist of the stick, Klaus had grew a cocky mouth open grin for a slight second, as he jabbed the stick right into the ogre's eye. It howled in pain, but the moment that Klaus twisted the stick and jerked it to the right, the Ogre grew quiet and limp.

Not letting go of the stick Klaus leaned his eait into the ogre's head. "Shit.." The pain in his ribs started to make his vision go off for a bit. He knew his ribs were cracked from the fall earlier, but after this, it had felt like he made the crack wrose. He didn't hold onto his ribs, he didn't want the other's to see, he felt off. So he made it seem as if he was feeling sorry for the ogre's death. But in all honest truth, he made him feel....dangerously amazing inside. Who knew that such adrenaline felt this great to him. He almost wanted to laugh, but held it in.

Throwing himself back as he landed on the ground, leaning back on his hands, throwing his head back, he let out a loud 'phew'. "I thought that thing was going to eat me right then and there." He laughed feeling drained. He was playing off fake emotions. Sure he did that, it was like he could say that he wasn't scared. Not like any of them would believe him anyways. It was best for him to play off the weak and frail guy for a bit while longer.

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The darkened abyss subsided and Jalen found himself surrounded by walls, he staggered to stand, pushing up on a knee.
“This movement trick is REALLY getting old!” Jalen mouthed to the sky above, “If this all turns out to be some messed up dream I’m booking myself into an asylum,” Jalen grumbled, shuffling around, trying to scope the area out. “Bushes… Wall… Wall… Dirt…” He kicked angrily in the air scrapping dust up, “Damn this place!” His fisted clenched. Jalen’s head pounded, how long had it been since his last drink he wondered? His powers were flaring up but not the controllable kind.

It’d been an hour. Jalen had no idea how far he’d moved but his head felt as if it was trying to commit seppuku, his hand braced himself against the wall, dragging along it, trudging, his remaining hand plastered to his face.
“Welcome.” Her voice returned.
“I’ve been welcome already, I’d like to leave now.” Jalen winced.
“Oh no, it doesn’t work like that...”
“…As if I care! No exit, I couldn’t give damn. Just a pub will suffice.” He interrupted with growing impatience.
“My my you are feeling unsightly, guess you better pick a grave, only exit is six feet under, ha! Toodles, wicked planning… you know.” The witch’s presence vanished as Jalen smashed his fist against the concrete beside. Slumping down he rubbed his face, the sun was wilting overhead and his brain was a bomb on countdown.

--- Flashback ---


Suddenly Jal wasn’t sitting on dirt up against concrete; he was sitting on asphalt in an open area. There were kids and their voices filled the air. Jalen’s hands were shaking and his chest was burning him, a single stream of tears slipped down his cheek, puddling on the floor and line of blood began to fall from his nostril, staining his cords. Jalen’s eyes widened upon noticing the red, and the kids around the playground soon halted play one by one to peer and crowd Jal.
Jal remembered his vulnerability, and his detest towards the other children and their prying eyes. He stuck his arms out spreading each finger to its limit and screamed. It was a long painful scream, the burning sensation within poured through him and out his mouth and hands. The kids no longer stood surrounding him. Instead, there were infantile brawls, hair pulling, biting, shin kicking, spiting… Jalen squinted in agony. An adult emerged from behind a building, attached to him were three younger kids. The giant toppled.
Rolling from a pocket and chinking towards him was a bottle. The bottle nudged against Jalen’s foot and he lifted it up, examining its contents. Removing the cap allowed a strong bitter smell to vapour. Jalen swallowed mouthfuls of the yellowish brown liquid, shuddering with each gulp.
Lying back with the chaos around actually felt nice, Jal couldn’t recall feeling painful, instead it felt like his surrounding were wrapped in a hazy mist.
It would have been perfect if not for the violent regurgitations that were about to ensue.

--- Flashback End ---


Jalen huddled himself and shuddered. It was truly dark now. Jal began muttering, and pawing at the dirt with a tremor in his hand. A while later the same hand scattered the indentations and started over; it wasn’t the time to commit mistakes. Fifteen minutes passed before the etched marking were complete; the final joining set the whole rune alight with purple flames. Jalen’s incantation stop and he rested back.
“Cursing ones….self *hic* …with intoxication is NOT… my *hic* …favourite game,” he slurred head now leaning heavily on his shoulder.
“You think… some- *hic* …one will find me?” Jal questioned the wavering flame. “No, I don’t *hic* have friends, just a… list to kill,” he answered without any question being asked, “Tomorrow we blow this *hic* place up, I know… know *hic …a great curse, bigger *hic* … than you, you’ll like.” Jalen’s fingers dug listlessly at the ground and his eyes weighed down on him.

The purple flame began to diminish at first thought, but Jalen’s delusional vision soon realised that the flame had been eating in multiple directions; in fact the entire radius of the enchantment was caving and cracking inwards. Before he could piece together the workings of the dimension he was falling, the cracked ground gave way to his weight and he shifted through the dark abyss like before.

Thump.

Jalen was once again in a shrub, a reoccurring theme Jalen had begun to despise. He spat out a branch, groaning.
“I think I broke something…” he gasped pulling out a creature from beneath him, a badger, “Yep. See. Broken.” He tossed it. There were what looked like light a briar or two, adjacent and Jalen had definitely seen better days, he wheezed and coughed slightly adjusting himself and wiping off his beloved greenery.
With a stagger, entirely dishevelled, Jalen entered camp.

“Hey guys…”



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She winced as Arya drove the ring into the ogre, but let out a sigh of relief. She leaned back afterwards, letting herself rest against the tree nearby. The throbbing pain in her shin was growing worse, and to top it off she was losing feeling in the lower part of her leg. She nearly closed her eyes, until she caught a glimpse of the beast's colossal foot towering over Arya's head. It's going to kill her! Wynter thought panicked. She shot up, her injury slipping her mind entirely. Though with her first step, she let out a howl of pain as she crumbled to the ground. She grasped at her leg, curling up. She was angry and pained at the same time.

She pushed herself up with her elbows in order to spectate from afar, considering she was practically disabled. Her eyes darted around the trees, trying to relocate Klaus, hoping he had a plan to save Arya from her impending doom. She felt her heart racing, a feeling of betrayal overwhelming her thoughts. Remember what father always said.. When faith is lost, when honor dies, the man is dead. I can't lose hope. I've got to believe in Klaus.. I can't save Arya, and if Klaus abandoned us, we're all dead.. I refuse to give up on him before he's been given a chance. She'd focused her thoughts, refusing to submit to negativity. She wasn't going to lie down and accept the hand she was given, it wasn't in her nature to compromise. She was raised better than that.

Thankfully her hopes were apparently well invested, she looked up just in the nick of time to catch a breathtaking scene. Wynter had an overjoyed grin upon her face as she witnessed Klaus forcing his makeshift weapon inside of the Ogre's skull. Please be dead.. She forced herself upward, not allowing her weight on the other leg. She dusted herself off, laughing under her breath as she ushered for Arya to make some distance between her and the Ogre's corpse. I knew we could trust him.. She thought with a smile in Klaus's direction.

"I thought that thing was going to eat me right then and there."

Then she dropped her head, shaking it after his statement. Maybe not so much though.. She thought, slightly amused despite her mixed feelings. What if it didn't work? Arya would have been dead.. Possibly all of us.. She dropped the thoughts, content with the fact that there were no human casualties, "Are you alright, Klaus? Thanks for saving us.." She smiled brightly, happy to be alive to be quite frank about the matter, but she felt a lingering irritation in her stomach. It was annoying being unable to hold her own. Though it wasn't his fault... It's mine.. "I'd offer you a hand, but that'd be a bit impossible at the moment."

Her distracting thoughts were subsided when she noticed a familiar figure approaching them. What is he doing up? He'll make his wounds worse! Her breath hitched in her chest as she disregarded her own well-being. Once again Wynter rose quickly, worried about Jalen, so much so that she'd once again failed to consider her fractured shin. His condition was unstable and he'd lost quite a bit of blood prior to the group being reunited with him. He by far required immediate attention. Working his wounds was far from productive as far as healing went. He'd just lose more blood. She however, once again underestimating her own wounds, crumbled to ground. She let out an fuming sigh. She was getting sick of being unable to help the others. She thought when she realized her skill as a marksman, that she'd never be useless, ever again. In this place she felt like the helpless little girl that the Stirlings adopted so long ago.. It was disheartening to say the least.

“Hey guys…”

"Are you crazy? You're still bleeding!" She snapped at him, but not in anger, her voice was overflowing with consideration. She was wincing, holding in her reaction to the third fall on her injured shin in the past hour. "This really friggin sucks.." She mumbled, sitting up, hissing as she pulled up the leg of her pants, "That isn't pretty." She muttered, eyeing her fractured wound, "I don't think I can walk unless someone can do me a favor and find me a nature crutch of some sort.." she laughed in a cheerful manner. She was still hurt, but her mood shifted dramatically once she was certain the other three were fine. Wynter was quite an odd one. Though there was more going on in her thoughts than she let the others see. Maybe I should tell them my real name.. I rudely gave Jalen the wrong one.. but that was before I knew I could entirely trust them..

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Arya was huffing against the tree as she noticed Wynter's panic, the brunette's attempt to aid her, and the painful crash that followed, " Just stay back! You're too hurt! " She snapped, rage filling her sapphire eyes. She obviously meant business, because her typically indifferent or sarcastic nature grew quite serious as she realized the severity of Wynter's injury. It was too dangerous to let her wounded companions attempt to assist her.

Arya noticed Wynter's gaze darted around the trees, causing her to glance up as well. What is she looking for? She thought to herself baffled. Then she rolled her eyees. She finally realized that Wynter was trying to find Klaus. She is really assuming that he has a plan to save me? That's a joke.. He's probably up there hiding! She thought bitterly, one arm clenching at her left rib. She didn't trust him, regardless of Wynter's efforts to unite the group as a collaborative team. She let out a soft breath before glaring up at the ogre, " Come on, do it! Don't make a girl wait all day you big oaf! " She shouted at the beast fearlessly.

" You know you picked the wrong day .... I just found out... I am engaged.... set me off on edge today.... killing every last one of you things here... "

Arya really didn't catch the entire speech, considering the space between her place on the ground and Klaus's perch in the tree. She wanted to laugh, but her torso hurt too much to indulge in the activity. She simply scoffed, chewing on the inside of her cheek to keep her thoughts in check. He really thinks he could handle these creatures alone? Just how egotistical can one human be? She thought mockingly.

Though she almost choked on her thoughts as her mouth fell agape. Just as she'd mentally mocked him, the ogre collapsed forward, missing her by a comfortable distance, and all thanks to Klaus. She watched him fall out of the tree and into the foliage below. She stood slowly, limping towards Wynter. She wanted to verify that the other girl would be alright.

" I thought that thing was going to eat me right then and there. "

Something about his reaction caused her eyebrow to raise, but she decided not to press the matter. She was alive, that's all that mattered in her mind, well, aside from returning to New York. I miss the bustling streets and the smog at this point.. She thought to herself, beginning to feel a bit homesick. Wynter seemed just as affected by his statement, if not more, causing Arya's features to adorn a self-congratulatory smirk. I knew the entire time that he didn't truly have a plan.. He was simply improvising the entire time. It was luck and nothing more than that. Though deep down she was impressed, she could still remember the shock as the beast fell dead before her, not to mention the odd sensation she felt afterwards. She couldn't quite place it.. though it gave her the shivers.

" Are you alright, Klaus? Thanks for saving us.. I'd offer you a hand, but that'd be a bit impossible at the moment. "

" He's possibly the most alright person out of the four of us as the situation sits. " Arya replied matter-of-factly, though her attention swayed from Klaus to Wynter and Jalen. The dark haired male had definitely seen better days, he was wobbly to say the least as he approached the trio, causing her blue eyes to narrow.

“Hey guys…”

"Are you crazy? You're still bleeding!" Wynter snapped at him, and Arya noted that Wynter crumbled to ground a third time. She's broke something.. she can't travel properly like that.. We'll have to do something about that.. She also noted that it was beginning to irritate Wynter more than it did the group, judging by the fuming sigh the brunette female released.

Suddenly Arya's blue eyes glaring at Jalen icily. She approached intimidatingly, like a woman on a mission. Both of her petite hands were firmly placed on each of her hips until she was within touching distance, "Just who do you think you are? Jesus? You can't walk around like a miracle worker with injuries like yours! They won't just magically disappear!" She scolded him. She was worried about his safety, but she was coming off more rigid than anything. She proceeded with grabbing his shoulders gently, ready to drag him back to his spot at the camp if she must. We want you to heal up properly, idiot.. She thought to herself, and just about the same time she was blinded by a bright light that emitted between them. She instinctively shielded her eyes with her other arm, stumbling back a couple inches away from the dark haired male. What the hell was that!? She thought surprised, giving him a skeptical look, wondering if he was to blame for the odd occurrence.

Though she didn't realize it, she'd somehow sealed up his injuries, not even a scar stood in their place. The pain was sharp while the light glew, but as sudden as it was gone, so was the physical pain the conflicted male was experiencing. The blonde still stood, completely unaware of the fact she'd literally just healed the man by a simple touch, "What did you just do?" She asked suspicious, eyeing Jalen carefully, "Was that some sort of magic trick or something?"

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Image It took Klaus a while to take in the fact that all this is more real than he let on. The truth of it was right before him. Sure he was thanked for what he did, but something about all this, just wasn't right at all. Or maybe it was right, maybe that's why it felt so wrong. And looking back at what the others were doing, the sight of Jalen and Arya, it surprised him. But it also made him crack up laughing.

"This is just brilliant. Better than T.V" He used the ogre's face to support himself getting up. Nothing ever made him feel his age before until now. He felt sore in places he never knew that he could feel sore in. Closing his eyes he leaned back against the head of the dead ogre. He might have not been in as much of pain as the others, but he could guess from what he did feel that, he was more and likely not going to make it any farther if he keeps moving like he had just did. "Perhaps loves, we should get a move on. I don't want to run into another Ogre, or worse..Shall we?" He pointed his hand in the direction of an open trail, that led up hill of the forest.

He didn't notice it before until the Lady in red headed towards it. Plus it wouldn't hurt to find out to whom she was. But maybe another day, because if she turned out to be worse than what has happened, he preferred to be at top shape. But what was a woman like her doing in the woods in the first place, and not bother to help those who needed it. Then there was the thing that she was wearing. Klaus hasn't seen clothes like that sense...well never other than fairytale books. In a way, she sort of reminded him of Red Riding hood.

Throwing his weight of the dead ogre he looked over at Jalen. "You're not going to attract more danger are you?" He cracked a smile and started to walk off towards the hill, no way in hell was he going to wait on them, who knows what will happen by the time the girls decide to go or not.

Just wanting to get out of this place. He knew that deep down, something was trying to break free. And every second that he spent here, was another second that he might crack. His hands felt weird and his body felt as if there was a heavy dark cloud, trying to pull over him. Like arms trying to grab him and not let him free, no matter how much he pulls and fights, there just keeps getting hands added on and the power of the pull keeps dragging him back. That or he was just over thinking the situation. Either way, he felt....so strange.

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Intoxication masked from Jalen his wounds, even as his clothes darkened. It seemed someone else saw though.
“Are you crazy? You’re still bleeding!” Jalen looked down, noticing several reopened wounds among a few others. "This really friggin’ sucks…" His head followed the voice to its owner. Jalen knew the girl, Wynter, she was laying propped on the floor, Good for her Jalen thought, I could do with taking a load off. Jal stumbled forward further however has he passed, Wynter spoke.
“I don't think I can walk unless someone can do me a favour and find me a nature crutch of some sort..." Peering closer, it was evident Wynter wasn’t lying down recreationally, bits of her leg stuck out of itself, it looked messy. Jalen coughed, lifting his hand to cover. Red flakes had splattered onto his sleeve. Jalen wanted to collapse and laugh, it would hurt but he wanted and fully intended to. His plans were however interrupted.
"Just who do you think you are? Jesus? You can't walk around like a miracle worker with injuries like yours! They won't just magically disappear!" Arya stormed towards him and clamped his before he could bat her back. Being forced forward irked Jalen but didn’t have the strength to resist. That was until

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A brilliance of light dazzled the retinas of all onlookers including Jalen, his arm pulled away from Ayra to shield himself. When focus returned Arya looked back in utter shock.
"What did you just do? Was that some sort of magic trick or something?” It took a moment for Jalen to register what the surprise and interrogation meant, Jalen was already standing straight assessing the situation around him, noticing the fallen orge that Klaus had perched upon, and nodding with the corners of his lower lip pinched bemusedly.
“I’m… fine…” Jal checked over himself perplexed, twisting his waist to and fro to catch glimpses of his back and front. “But this handy work isn’t me,” Jal confessed and he raised his hand springing forth a dark purple tinted light, “THIS, is my trick, no good.” The flame on his hand started spinning around and up his arm, then down again. “I may even demonstrate one day its purpose, but it doesn’t heal; must be something wrong with you.”

An irritating voice chimed in to the discussion,
"Perhaps loves, we should get a move on. I don't want to run into another Ogre, or worse… Shall we?" Klaus motioned towards the forest. Jalen shot Klaus two beady-eyes; Jalen had had enough of walking, ordeals and imperatives, his limit had been reached and he intended to quit while he was ahead.
"You're not going to attract more danger are you?" Klaus continued, apparently amused by the dynamics between them.
“I hope that orge wakes from death and bites you.” Jalen said recollecting recent events, specifically those involving Klaus and being treated like ragdoll or cabbage patch kid. “In fact…” Jal sent out a little wisp of black, “Hold onto to this for me.” A corner of his mouth rose hoping the magic would embitter Klaus for a while.

“Why are we moving? What’s the point?” Jal argued, uninterested in some grand scheme, “Your parents, my parents, screw them.” Jal moved away from Arya and towards Wynter, crouching down upon approach.
“See for yourself,” Jal began, “All fine. But you aren’t my keeper. Now… I can splint this…” He tapped on her shin causing her a considerable degree of pain, “…for you, but I want a word in return.” The overcast above suddenly gave up, and drops started blanketing the group. He glanced over his shoulder at Klaus, “Fine. I’ll move to shelter.”
Jal started making his was to the edge of the forest but paused shy of the first tree with leaves crunching underfoot; he let out his breath and his eye twinged. Facing about, Jalen returned to Wynter.
“One time offer. Get on.”

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She calmed down when she realized her shout had triggered something in Arya. For some reason the blonde began involving herself, and concern bled from the other woman's voice as well. Arya was much angrier about it than she'd of been, but she at least was showing interest in the group. Diana couldn't argue with her on this. Regardless of how Arya chose to execute it, at least she was showing sympathy for the others around her.

"Just who do you think you are? Jesus? You can't walk around like a miracle worker with injuries like yours! They won't just magically disappear!"

Then the sudden flash of light caused her to scoot away startled. Though when it died down, when the brightness dimmed, Jalen was no longer bleeding, the blood had disappeared entirely. She just stared blankly, and before she could stop herself, she let the words blurt out, "Apparently they do.." She breathed out, laughing in disbelief, "Which one of you did that?" she asked, eyes switching between Jalen and Arya curiously. She knew that now wasn't the time, but if magic truly existed.. it definitely was a mood brightener. They'd just survived an ogre attack, a little good magic definitely gave her some hope. Maybe they could survive this after all. She was only reminded however that she was still hurt, unable to walk.

“I’m… fine…”

"This is just brilliant. Better than T.V"

Diana's eyes widened when Jalen decided to put his own skills on display, " It's not the time to encourage them, Klaus.. Regardless of how tempting." she bit back a laugh, trying to be the serious one of the group, but she was just as lost and confused as the rest, "Is this what the letters meant by gifts..?" She asked, really to no one in particular. She was amazed and frightened at the same time. What kind of powers would she have? Would she accidentally hurt someone? Something about Jalen's powers unnerved her. Well, almost everything about Jalen and Klaus made her uneasy, that's why she'd given them a false name to begin with.. and now she had to confess that she lied about who she truly is. It was going to be fantastic, no one would trust her now that she's already lied to them.

“But this handy work isn’t me, I may even demonstrate one day its purpose, but it doesn’t heal; must be something wrong with you.”

I think I'm fine.. I think we'll all be better for it if you don't substantiate your abilities. The small power strut was enough for my tastes.. She licked her lips nervously, looking to each of the group for their responses. This was far more than a drug craze. The drugs would have been out of their systems by now.. This was real, in the most unreal of ways.

" I agree with Klaus, we have to get out of here, this place is far too dangerous to be caught in the open. " She'd of gotten up to follow, but there was the small matter of her shin. I wouldn't make ten feet like this.. I guess it's easy to forget the cripple once she's served her purpose.. Then it struck her. What would happen if she became injured? Would her so called 'family', their suitors, would any of them still care about her? Were they missing her, or the attention right now?

"You're not going to attract more danger are you?"

“I hope that orge wakes from death and bites you. Why are we moving? What’s the point?”

"That's quite enough, you don't have to like each other, but standing around arguing isn't going to accomplish much! Arya hit hard against that tree if no one else noticed, in a few hours I doubt she'll be conscious. She needs rest, honestly she has less business walking than I do. Three of us are injured and Arya just saved one of you a lot of pain, somehow.. If we can't work together, then we can split up at the first town we see. Until then, make a darn truce!" The brunette snapped at the rivaling males.

Jal argued, uninterested in some grand scheme, “Your parents, my parents, screw them.” Jal moved away from Arya and towards Wynter, crouching down upon approach.

"I don't care if we find our parents at this point, but we all came here for the same reasons; answers. I expect to get some." She let out an annoyed huff, before she forced herself to remain quiet. Even when Jalen was intentionally making a point to cause her discomfort. She just bit down on her tongue, refusing to react to his touch aside from the initial tensing of her muscles. She couldn't control her instincts, but she could however, deny him the privileged of drawing any further satisfaction from her situation. She took a few seconds to mull over his offer before nodding slowly, "It's a date." she muttered with a spirited look in her eyes. She was clearly angered by him, but remained far less obvious about it compared to the other two. The rain made matters worse, causing the brunette to frown up at the sky, though on the bright side it felt good against her injured leg.

“Fine. I’ll move to shelter.” “One time offer. Get on.”

"Thank you." She replied exhausted, deciding to leave everything aside from her bow. She forced herself onto her feet. She would hop the journey as far as it took her if she must. Though just as she was about to follow Klaus, Jalen offered to carry her? She looked at him skeptically, waiting a few moments before accepting.

-Time Skip-

It took them nearly two hours, but they arrived at a small village ahead of them. It was almost sundown, but they made it. Diana almost verbally expressed her joy, though something was horribly wrong. Corsets and pickaxes.. She could even hear a blacksmith hammering away at metal in the distance. There was a marketer arguing with a customer, and horses? Was this some sort of Amish country? She decided to remain quiet, until an elderly couple approached the group, noticing the pale Arya barely trudging beside of Klaus and Jalen. She looked half dead already, Diana nearly forgot Arya had been injured due to her constant bickering and complaining the entire walk. She doesn't look good..

"Oh goodness, were you the ones who fought that vicious Ogre that has been terrorizing the town? Come with us, please stay the night in our home. That blasted creature has destroyed my husband's crops for weeks.. Please rest and have dinner with us.." The old woman began, until her eyes landed on Diana, then she squealed, "Oh my, John dear, they're both hurt, let's show these poor lad's to our home. I bet they've been worried sick about their ladies." The old woman instantly assumed they were all romantically involved, though she did have the couple part right. Each of them were engaged, just lacking the romantic spark.

"We have no where else to go.. we should take them up on their offer.." Then the old man ran to his small home, returning as quick as his frail legs could, "Here use this to support yourself. It was mine shortly after the first Ogre war. Did a number on my back, those ogre's did." he offered her what seemed to be a wooden crutch, and she smiled in gratitude. Diana slid from Jalen, accepting the offered support from the man.

"Thank you, we'd love to see your lovely home." She smiled, before the couple looked to their clothes, baffled. They looked at the group, "Where'd you get clothes like that? Shouldn't you ladies cover up? What would your mother's say?" The man asked, and before anyone could answer, Diana shook her head, "I'm a bit of a failed tailor." Something was weird.. Why did the couple not recognize jeans and shorts? She followed them, Arya close behind. The rain wasn't helping the blonde's condition, and it was made all too clear when she suddenly collapsed into the mud behind Diana.

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Diana sat in a chair, waiting for Arya to wake up, they were given two bedrooms, one for the boys and one for the girls, considering no one wore a wedding ring. Nearby villagers helped the group get the girl inside, but the local doctor said he couldn't help her condition. It had to fix itself, or she would not recover at all. Diana yelled at the man, asking him how he was a doctor if he couldn't help her, and it all led to her sitting, waiting. She wasn't even sure if the two men were even still present in the room.

"She's lying there because I was stupid. This is my fault. If I wouldn't have attacked it so quickly... she'd be awake.. walking.." She gripped at the chair, still in her soaked clothes. She'd of gotten up and taken her anger out hunting if she could.. but life found irony in her being stuck staring at the unconscious girl with no outlet. Though she refused to cry. She only cried once in her life since she'd been adopted.

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Arya trudged the entire way, trying to conceal the pain she felt in her chest. She didn't want to make a big fuss about it, Wynter would spend the entire time worrying about it and the trip would be a thousand times more dreadful. Though with each step the tension in her chest tightened. It felt like someone was making a rubber band ball around her left lung. Though when the village came into sight, an exhausted smile crossed her face.

"Oh goodness, were you the ones who fought that vicious Ogre that has been terrorizing the town? Come with us, please stay the night in our home. That blasted creature has destroyed my husband's crops for weeks.. Please rest and have dinner with us.. "Oh my, John dear, they're both hurt, let's show these poor lad's to our home. I bet they've been worried sick about their ladies."

News sure travels fast around here... Though she was about to drop her concerns, but the couple mentioned housing the four strangers. She quirked a suspicious eyebrow at the couple, wondering how they could welcome complete strangers in their home, especially strangers that'd bested that horrible beast. She almost wanted to ask how they knew, but once she caught her reflection in a puddle, she assumed it was a lucky guess. The group looked as if they'd been to hell and back, she could have come to the same deduction, "We're not their ladies.." She stubbornly interrupted as she weakly wiped her forehead. A fever was setting in, and she felt like dying. What I wouldn't give for some painkillers right about now..

"We have no where else to go.. we should take them up on their offer.."

Wynter's words made sense, but she really trust spending the night in a creepily cheerful couple's home. What if they were cannibals or something? This is how horror movies begin.. Though she jumped from her thoughts as the old man surprised her, she didn't realize he'd left the group, so when he returned he gave her a bit of a fright. Definitely a horror movie.. She was too focused on finding somewhere to rest her head.

"Here use this to support yourself. It was mine shortly after the first Ogre war. Did a number on my back, those ogre's did."

Ogre war? What the hell is this man talking about? Wouldn't we of heard of such a thing? If Ogre's existed it would have been all over the news.. This man has lost his mind.. Arya thought, smiling to the couple, but rolling her eyes the first time she caught their attention off of the group.

"Thank you, we'd love to see your lovely home."

It was the last thing Arya remembered hearing. Her vision started to blur. People became shapes, shapes became colors, and before she knew it she found herself falling. She didn't have the strength to pick herself up anymore, she was much too exhausted. She reach for Klaus's arm to stabilize herself, but missed the fabric of his shirt by several inches. I'm... not okay.. Then it was lights out for Arya. Completely unconscious as she hit the muddy ground, the raindrops falling down. She wasn't used to being injured. She didn't have a high tolerance for pain like Wynter. As she laid in the bed, her breathing harsh, but incredibly shallow, her childhood nightmare paid her a visit.

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She was in a well furnished nursery, and there was a baby crying inside. Every time she grew closer, some crystal unicorn wind chime like device over the baby's crib caught her attention. It always felt like she'd seen it before. The room was extravagant, especially for a small baby's room. She walked over to the crib, looking down upon the baby. This was the part where she'd always wake up. Though as she grew closer, the dream didn't end. She touched the crib, leaning over to see the child, but the blanket caught her attention.. it had her name on it.. Her mouth dropped open in surprise, and she stumbled backward, both hands clasped over her mouth. Was this supposed to be her room? How could she even remember it? This had to just be her mind playing tricks on her. She was a newborn when she was brought to the orphanage. There was no way her mind could remember something like this.. A thousand thoughts rushed to her head I have to be dreaming.. She thought to herself. Though she couldn't remember why she'd fallen asleep. This is ridiculous.. I need to wake up.. I'm not sure why.. but I have to.. She was growing irritated with herself, trying her best to escape this nightmare. She ran out of the room, but the hallway never seemed to end. What the hell? Why can't I get to a door?

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Klaus thought it would be best not to say anything at all, he would simply just listen and watch. Plus he was extremely too tired to even really say anything at all. Instead he just followed behind Ayra as everything was being done. She looked terrible and Klaus had a feeling that she would cave in adventually. In fact they all seemed to be that way, and from the looks of the ones who were helping them, they could tell right away.

"Oh goodness, were you the ones who fought that vicious Ogre that has been terrorizing the town? Come with us, please stay the night in our home. That blasted creature has destroyed my husband's crops for weeks.. Please rest and have dinner with us.. "Oh my, John dear, they're both hurt, let's show these poor lad's to our home. I bet they've been worried sick about their ladies."

"We're not their ladies.." Ayra's words made Klaus smirk, he wouldn't help but find what she had said amusing to him. Her wiping her forehead made him noticed of how pale she had suddenly gotten. And without thinking, he took a slight step closer to her as they walked.

Wynter took her time in speaking to the others and when they mentioned the Ogre war, he had got him thinking. He had already knew that they were obviously not in NY or any part of the US. So with this sort of talk it had got him thinking they maybe they were on some sort of Island. That was only meant for the government to know. But that didn't explain why they dressed so differently, maybe a tribe thing.

His mind was lost in thought as he followed beside Ayra, it wasn't then until he realized that she had fallen to the ground and passed out. "..Damn.." He mumbled to himself so the others wouldn't hear. The whole reason for him being close is so he would catch her when it did happen.

Without saying a word, he picked her up of the ground and held her in a Princess style. The elder woman stared up at him in a daze of some sort as if she was seeing something. The elder man kept asking if she was ok.

"Here use this bed." He said pushing back the covers for Klaus.

The moment he was about to bend over, he fell to his knees in pain. Dropping her, still in his arms onto the bed, Lightly shoving his head into Ayra's stomach as his knees hit the ground of the floor. This shifting of his ribs felt as if someone had shoved a knife into his lungs, twisting it around and around, you could hear a bone lightly grind inside him, wanting to snap apart, but didn't. The pain rushed throughout his body and he couldn't help but tighten his grip that he held on Arya. He held in the force of a yell, and with his clenched teeth it came out as a grunt of pain. He could feel the blood draining from his face, and couldn't bring himself to move.

The Elder woman cover her mouth in panic, trying not to yell as the elder man looked at the boy in confusion. "Boy what are you doing? Can't this wait until tonight?" From that you could tell the old man's mind was in the gutter.

Slipping one arm out from under Ayra's knees, his other arm was stuck under her shoulders. He twisted his body so he could sit on the ground and held his rib cage. "..Dammit to hell..." A slight flicker in his eyes changed color for just an instant, like within a blink of an eye it changed back to normal. The pain almost made him blackout, but instead he pushed his face into the side of the bed and stopped moving altogether.

Trying to distract his mind from the pain that he felt, his grip on Ayra was still holding onto her shoulder, but not tight enough to hurt her, it was as if his hand was locked there. And everything around him froze in time.

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-Time Freeze-
"Heh heh he, Poor Klaus has lost his touch. What is wrong me boy, are you hurt? Do you want Daaaa-Teee(daddy) To make you feel all better?" The voice sounded like it was in a distance.

The sight of an old ballroom of some sort, started to come to vision. The room was round and a bit dark. The floor shined so much, it was like you were standing on a black sea. It reflected the ceiling that held a shandalar with red fabric. There was also two staircases going along each sides of the rounded rooms walls. Everything was so open, it felt like you were being sucked in almost. And at the top of the staircase stood a figure. It was hard to tell what this person looked like, he stood in the shadows.

"Excuse me?" Shifting his weight he noticed there was no more pain in his ribs. Touching them, he felt a bit shocked.

"Yes yes, you feel no pain, get over it for a second. I brought you here for a reason, boy. Now listen up." The man's voice became more clearer, but even so he sounded a bit like a snake or a rat, maybe even a lizard?

Klaus stood there listening to this,...Man. He was telling him about what Klaus is capable of doing, it's just a matter of if he could do it. Then he explained where they where and why. It was something that felt like it went on for hours, but only happened in minutes. But there was also another problem....

"You see me boy, Just like me, you and I are more alike than you think. Sure it was rude of me to send you off in some far away land, making you think that you are a good for nothing washed up child. But you're not." The man slowly came down the staircase that was farthest away from Klaus, talking as he waved his hand about the air, like trying to lighten the mood or something.

"What makes you think that I really give a damn about anything you have just told me?" His jaw tightened in anger as long did his fists.

The man laughed with joy amused by this. "Hahaha!! You see, just look at you now, already changing." He pointed at the shining floor that showed their reflection.

Of course he couldn't help but look down. His eyes were gold and in the spot where it should be white was pitch black, only making the gold reflect brighter. And the skin on his eyelids even had became darker. Before he could even let himself freak out he was already trying to rub his eyes, causing himself to fall backwards onto the floor, from slipping.

The man laughed once again and this time, he was face to face with Klaus, crouched down holding up a dagger. You see this dagger me boy? This belongs to you, make sure you let, no one. And I do mean No One, see t, find it, or have it. Or whom even holds this dagger in their hand, holds your soul till the end. Meaning they will make you yelled before them, become their dog, so long as they have it. And one more thing,...Son, you'll always be alone, even when you're not. The darkness is your power, madness is your strength and love will forever be your weakness." With that, he stabbed Klaus in the chest, leaving the dagger there. The room before him washed over him.
-Unfreeze-

When he came to, he pushed himself back from the bed, letting go of Ayra, taking in deep gasping breaths. He couldn't focus his breathing, he was still acting as if the dagger was buried inside his chest. There was no control over him in this moment. He pushed himself back into the wall, struggling to breathe. The dagger might not have been there, but it still felt like it was. He tried breathing in through his nose, but his air was coming in too fast for such little air to come in through the nose. He couldn't help but try to focus himself before his heart exploded.