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Rhindeval's Fractured Kingdoms

Rhindeval's Fractured Kingdoms

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The once peaceful country of Rhindeval is taken over by an evil enchantress when she kills all of the rulers of the kingdoms and kidnaps their children. Brainwashing all of them, she keeps the princes as servants and banishes the princesses to Earth.

6,972 readers have visited Rhindeval's Fractured Kingdoms since Zodia195 created it.

Introduction

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In the world of Rhindeval, there were many kingdoms ruled by good kings and queens. Each had either a prince or a princess. The princes and princesses all knew each other, but one day their whole world would change. When they were still very young (ages range from 5 to 12) an evil enchantress infiltrated the birthday party of one of the princes and killed all of the rulers and captured their children. She brainwashes all of the children before banishing the princesses as well as her sister, a good sorceress, to Earth and taking in the princes as her servants. Over the years she acquired the lands of the other kingdoms using her dark magic. Rebels have tried overthrowing her, but to no avail.

Meanwhile the princesses are adopted on Earth. With no memory of their original home, the princesses live out normal lives while the princes grow up being loyal to the Enchantress, who is now the new Queen of Rhindeval. The only reminder the girls have of their home are pendents they wear and are never parted from them.

Years pass and the princesses are now attending the same local college in modern times of the USA. All the princes and princesses have aliases, without knowledge of their real names. Soon though the princesses will start remembering Rhindeval with the help of the Good Sorceress, who has finally found all of them. The sorceress knows that the princesses are destined to return to Rhindeval, save the princes and defeat her sister. And she'll do that with just a little bit of magic.






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It has been 13 years since the Evil Enchantress took over. Princes and Princesses are ages from 18 to 25 now. The princes are currently serving the Queen's bidding. It'll be up to ya'll to decide what their duties are. They can be a member of the royal guard, to an assassin, to anything you want. However all of them do report to the Queen at some point when she summons them. The queen herself hasn't age a day or at least hasn't appeared to have age. She uses dark magic make sure of that by stealing the life force of young women throughout the kingdoms. The princes have no memories of being royal and all believe they have served the queen all their lives. The Queen gave the princes new names in order for them not to remember their true names.

The Good Sorceress is making preparations to unlocks the memories of the princesses. They are currently living out normal college lives. The college they all attend is located in a fictional town in the Pacific Northwest, in the state of Oregon. The girls will all be attending a local festival in town and will run into each other and it's from here they'll all be gathered by the Sorceress as they start to remember. The pendents they have are all precious stones that they wear as necklaces. Each is different and unique. Keep that in mind if you reserve a princess. Oh the princes will get their own magical items, but that'll come later. RPG will briefly start in two places- Rhindeval and Earth, but once the girls are back to their original home, it'll stay exclusively in Rhindeval. Plans are to travel through the various kingdoms; hence the adventure aspect of this RPG. Also through the pendents, all princesses will develop magical skills of their own.


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Name: Ivelda Evers -Role: The Evil Enchantress/The Queen - Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 35 but appears to be in her 20s

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Name: Lilith Evers - Role: The Good Sorceress- Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 33

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Real Name: Richard Livingstone - Alias: Adrian Wells - Role: Prince/ Spy/ Assassin - Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 23

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Real Name: Aurora Givens - Alias: Dawn Henderson - Role: Princess - Owned by: Zodia195 - Age: 19 - Pendant: Opal

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Real Name: Artemisia Everygreen - Alias: Althea Amora Regàlé - Role: Princess - Owned by Kura Ravengade - Age: 21 - Pendant: Emerald

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Real Name: Apollyon Evergreen - Alias: Ryder Terrentell Veldine - Role: Prince/Queen's Advisor - Owned by Kura Ravengade - Age: 21

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Real Name: Euphemia Aphelion - Alias: Eloise Grace - Role: Princess - Owned by viirune - Age: 21- Pendant: Larimar

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Real Name: Valken Aphelion - Alias: Aetherius Ruelle - Role: Prince/Captain of Naval Fleet - Owned by viirune - Age: 25

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Real Name: Oriane Soleil - Alias: Willow Vesta - Role: Princess - Owned by Kura Ravengade - Age: 21 - Pendant: Ruby

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Real Name: Orion Nox - Alias: Alcinder Quillon - Role: Prince/Royal Inquisitor - Owned by Kura Ravengade - Age: 22

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Real Name: Kaito Yoshoka - Alias: Haru Otani - Role: Prince/Head Alchemist and Researcher - Owned by Zodia195 - Age: 24

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Real Name: Meridian O'Donohue - Alias: Cassie Peters - Role: Princess - Owned by Zodia195 - Age: 21 - Pendant: Peridot

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Real Name: Rhea Louverno - Alias: Liliya Fae - Role: Princes - Owned by viirune - Age: 19 - Pendant: Rhodonite

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Real Name: Xiaoli Feng - Alias: Jiayi Lang - Role: Prince/Knight from the Queen's Guard - Owned by viirune - Age: 22





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Name: [Real name here for Princes and Princesses]
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Alias: [Princes and Princesses only]
Age: [Princesses are still in college, so keep that in mind for them, 18 years at least. Oldest you can go is 25.]
Pendent: [Princesses only, these are stones. Once a stone is taken, you have to pick another]
Personality: [Princes and Princesses, try to describe what they were liked before they were brainwashed]
History: [Princes and Princesses try to describe what their lives were like before and after they were brainwashed]
Note- Feel free to deck out your char profile as much as you like but do include information above.




Rules:

Note- The Rules are subject to change if need be.

1. Please follow the rules of the site.
2. Please reserve your character first before creating a profile. In your reservation include the following- Image, Name, Alias (Prince and Princesses only), Age, and a brief description of your char, for princes I do want to know what kind of servant for the Queen you're playing and for princesses, what stone pendent will you pick. Reservations are made on the main OOC Page. There won't be a time limit creating the character, but please try to create it in a timely fashion. I'll be contacting you within a week if nothing is up yet. I'll accept WIPs (Works in Progress). Oh, you can reserve more then one char. On a special note, if a player leaves and is in control of a prince or princess, I'll ask remaining players first if they want the slot. Otherwise I'll either take the role myself or try to find a new player to help keep the RPG going.
3. Feel free to use any kind of picture you want for your Char Profile, from anime to real life. But please keep it clean, nothing graphic.
4. Please respect me and your fellow players. OOC fighting will not be tolerated.
5. No godmodding. I reserve the right to auto characters if need be.
6. No word limit, but no one liners and try to use proper grammar. Having gotten writer's block, I know it can be hard to write long posts and I know I make grammatical mistakes myself.
7. Try to post in a timely fashion. If you have real life issues coming up, let me know privately or on the main OOC forum or in Discord. Inactivity for long lengths of time will result in me kicking you out, but I will give you 2 warnings.
8. I will be permanently playing the Evil Enchantress as well as the Good Sorceress since both drive the plot forward. Also, if all prince and princess slots are taken up, I am open to taking in more chars, including villains or rebels or any kind of char. I want this RPG to be as open to others as possible. I want an even amount of princes and princesses ideally. I will probably make the limit of 5 to 6 princes and princesses each, but this number can change depending on how many players joined.
9. Romance isn't mandatory, but highly encouraged. This RPG is rate PG-13 though so while all chars are adults, if things get well . . . too touchy feely, please have the scene fade to black.
10. Most importantly, have fun. If you have read the rules, tell me what your favorite drink is in your reservation. (Mine is eggnog lol).

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Rules:

Note- The Rules are subject to change if need be.

1. Please follow the rules of the site.
2. Please reserve your character first before creating a profile. In your reservation include the following- Image, Name, Alias (Prince and Princesses only), Age, and a brief description of your char, for princes I do want to know what kind of servant for the Queen you're playing and for princesses, what stone pendent will you pick. Reservations are made on the main OOC Page. There won't be a time limit creating the character, but please try to create it in a timely fashion. I'll be contacting you within a week if nothing is up yet. I'll accept WIPs (Works in Progress). Oh, you can reserve more then one char. On a special note, if a player leaves and is in control of a prince or princess, I'll ask remaining players first if they want the slot. Otherwise I'll either take the role myself or try to find a new player to help keep the RPG going.
3. Feel free to use any kind of picture you want for your Char Profile, from anime to real life. But please keep it clean, nothing graphic.
4. Please respect me and your fellow players. OOC fighting will not be tolerated.
5. No godmodding. I reserve the right to auto characters if need be.
6. No word limit, but no one liners and try to use proper grammar. Having gotten writer's block, I know it can be hard to write long posts and I know I make grammatical mistakes myself.
7. Try to post in a timely fashion. If you have real life issues coming up, let me know privately or on the main OOC forum or in Discord. Inactivity for long lengths of time will result in me kicking you out, but I will give you 2 warnings.
8. I will be permanently playing the Evil Enchantress as well as the Good Sorceress since both drive the plot forward. Also, if all prince and princess slots are taken up, I am open to taking in more chars, including villains or rebels or any kind of char. I want this RPG to be as open to others as possible. I want an even amount of princes and princesses ideally. I will probably make the limit of 5 to 6 princes and princesses each, but this number can change depending on how many players joined.
9. Romance isn't mandatory, but highly encouraged. This RPG is rate PG-13 though so while all chars are adults, if things get well . . . too touchy feely, please have the scene fade to black.
10. Most importantly, have fun. If you have read the rules, tell me what your favorite drink is in your reservation. (Mine is eggnog lol).

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Rhindeval our primary setting

Contenant that holds many kingdoms

Rhindeval

Rhindeval by Zodia195

Contenant that holds many kingdoms

The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 3 authors

Setting

7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Orion Nox Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion Character Portrait: Xiaoli Feng Character Portrait: Kaito Yoshioka Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone
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Adrian Wells~Haru Otani~Ivelda Ever

Codes-#30660C~#3A0786~#003300


The interviews took up most of the day, which didn't surprise Ivelda in the least since the castle, the castle grounds, and some of the businesses connected to the palace were great in number. Still, the queen was patient. Even after the interviews concluded, she wouldn't relax. This was not the time to take it easy. She worked too hard to get herself into this position to let everything fall apart.

Haru was very efficient in his interviews. While the areas he focused on had no direct ties to the kitchen staff, he wasn't going to be lax when it came to his queen's safety. He only sent 2 down to the dungeons to be interviewed more and both were from the alchemy labs. After he was finished, he reported to the queen.

"You're majesty, I've interviewed everyone from the stables, falconry, and alchemy labs. Is there anything you like for me to do?"

"Yes, go to the kitchens and keep an eye on things since I am having them make us a feast in Ryder and Adrian's honor. I don't want anymore mishaps."

Ivelda smiled at her advisor to see his response. She found that rewarding her subjects from time to time ensure their loyalty.
Plus it didn't hurt to keep up this appearance that she was a benevolent leader. Haru felt a tinge of envy towards the advisor and Adrian, but these were the two to save the queen's life, so it was only fair. Bowing, he soon left to take care of the duty the queen asked of him.

Eventually the interviews were all done and Ryder addressed Ivelda, inquiring what she wanted done next. By this time all of her princes were back, including Haru and Adrian.

Adrian had been busy trying to find out where the assassin got the poison and anything else about him so he took a few dogs from the queen's kennels to track down the places the assassin had been and did end up in the man's quarters inside of the palace where the rest of the kitchen staff staid. He found a hidden compartment under the man's bed and found his diary, which was in the form of a manuscript. The fact that he could read and write spoke of someone who was educated to some extent since most servants couldn't read or write, at least to his knowledge. In it he did get a few leads he wanted to follow. One thing he found invaluable was the fact that none of the kitchen staff had any knowledge of his plans for he didn't want any of his actions traced back to them. He should have known better regardless for he knew a few of those poor souls were getting seen by Alcinder. Wanting to report his findings to the queen, he got up and found her in the courtyard and overheard Ryder ask the queen what to do next.

Looking at those present, Ivelda addressed them all.

"Thank you everyone for your assistance. To know that all of Rhindeval is safe thanks to your efforts helps ease my own burden. Pretty soon the time will come for me to go on my yearly journey through our fair kingdom. For now, I have a feast planned in Sir Ryder and Adrian's honor so please get plenty to eat if you want. Sir Aetherius, you're welcome to join in the feast too, but if not, I have your next assignment right here. I want you back before I leave on my trip two weeks from now."

She held out a scroll for him and waited for him to take it. After he did, Adrian spoke up.

"As honored as I am to have you have a feast in mine and Sir Ryder's honor, I have to request that I put your safety first and foremost for I need to find out if this assassin has any outside help. I found his diary hidden under his bed here and it points to the principality of Brimmix, which I know have poisons there. I know I am on break, but I'll find out where he got the poison from within there and anything else that is important to your safety."

Ivelda was very impressed by his actions.

"You're too good, Adrian. Find out as much as you can, but try to get back before my departure. I'll send a message to Overseer Lithera to assist you in any way possible."

Nodding, Adrian left. After his departure, things finally got back to normal.

Setting

14 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Orion Nox Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion Character Portrait: Xiaoli Feng Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kaito Yoshioka Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers

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Lilith Evers ~ Aurora Givens ~ Meridian O'Donohue


Codes- #C71585 ~ #5477B9 ~ #46935C


Aurora smiled back at her old friend.

"I hope we get to see it again too," she said quietly.

She knew there was a big chance that anyone of them could get hurt or possibly die when they returned to Rhindeval, but she didn't want to see Ivelda win even more. She remembered how the witch had captured her during Richard's birthday and things went downhill from there. And the Fairy queen said this wasn't the first time her home had seen hard times. So as long as there was a chance, Aurora wanted to take it, but she wouldn't expect it from the others. Like she knew that Effie was only doing this for her brother and not for her kingdom. Looking at the dark hair woman, she wondered what she was thinking this whole time. Out of them, she was a totally different person from when they were kids.

Lilith turned her head as several of the others spoke up, from Rhea's relief to hearing Arhen was alive to Oriane wanting to get ready and leaving.

Eowyn giggled at Oriane's behavior.

"Looks like she's still straightforward. As for the rest of you, I thank all of you for deciding to return, regardless of your reasons."

"And we're thank you for your assistance too, your majesty. One more thing, we are going to need clothes for the girls when we get here. Well I am going to need clothes also. As you can see, the clothes here will not suit us in Lostein."

"I'll be sure to have my followers get your measurements when you arrive. In the meantime, Lilith, let me send you the location of the place I want you to teleport to."

Lilith nodded and prepared herself. But before the queen could send the image, Meridian spoke up.

"Wait! Sorry but I have a question. When we travel back to Rhindeval, won't Ivelda know we're back?" Meridian suddenly asked.

Eowyn nodded.

"When a portal opens between worlds, it causes a bit of a tear between time and space and causes a surge in magical energy. Anyone with enough magical power has the chance of feeling it. I will feel it and Ivelda may also feel it and could investigate it. You girls are nowhere near ready to face her. I will basically masking that surge of magic to protect all of you. It's one thing my kind can get good at, hiding magical energy. So she won't know you'll be back, not right away at least. When you first arrive, I recommend laying low for a bit until you're ready to do the things you plan to do. Now, let's try this again Lilith."

With that, she established a direct connection to Lilith's mind and sent the image. Lilith staggered a bit for the queen's own magical energy was nearly over-powering.

"Image received. Thanks your majesty," Lilith replied.

"I'll will you in a few weeks then."

With that, Lilith closed the spell and the Fairy Queen's image disappeared.

"Whoa, that was intense."

Lilith nodded and to the princesses there, she said, "Thank you, all of you. I wouldn't have been able to reach the Queen if it wasn't for you. Are there any more questions? If not, you are free to go. I can imagine all of you are getting hungry."

No one else had any more questions and they left soon afterwards.





Two weeks seemed to go by in a flash for Lilith. She managed to sell her house, turn in her resignation, and get everything ready for their trip. Spring semester was over now and graduation happened too the other day. Lilith thought the best course of action was for all the princesses to come to her house. From there, they drive to the location where they were first teleported to Earth, a state park. Lilith still recalled the day they came to Earth. It was dusk and Lilith found herself alone with a group of very scared little girls, with no memories to their name. Lucky for them a park ranger found them, and despite the 'strange clothes' they were wearing, helped them out. Now 13 years later they would be heading back. She had visited the park last weekend to find the exact point where they landed. It was in a heavily wooded area and lucky for Lilith, she felt the remnants of the magic there. Magic always left an imprint of some sort. The girls would have to trek off the beaten path, but it wasn't too deep, but deep enough that no one would be nearby. She just hoped a few of the girls would be okay going through the woods like this. In her last email to all of the girls, she gave the following instructions-

Come to my place by 1 pm. My house is sold so don't be surprised by the Sold Sign out front. We'll be driving to Catherine Creek State Park. I'll be taking the lead. I recommend those who don't have cars put their luggage with someone who does. It'll be a bit of a trek through the woods there. We should get there in an hour or two, depending on how much you packed. I'll give further instructions when we reach the site. Thank you all again for deciding to come back with me. I hope you have had time to say goodbye to and friends or family.

Sincerely, Lilith Evers


Lilith herself had already made several trips to the site. She brought most of her magical gear there ahead of time and hid it magically from anyone who would find it. Only thing she didn't take was her spell book and wand. She was finishing packing when the doorbell rang. Seeing it was 45 minutes early, she went to the door to discover that it was Aurora. Aurora herself was too anxious to get going. She somehow managed to let her adopted family know of her plans. Miraculously, her father allowed her to go somehow, though he had a lot of reservations. Still he had never seen his daughter act that way before and decided to have faith in her to make her own decisions. She did promise them she would come back. Oh, she didn't reveal the whole truth, but she revealed enough to know that she wouldn't be able to contact them for some time.

"Eager to get going I see?" Lilith laughed.

"Yes, but I am scared too. I didn't pack too much either. I don't know how long it'll take for Queen Eowyn's people to make clothes for us, but I packed 8 outfits. I know how to pack efficiently. I know I am going to miss hot showers. I also packed a few . . . other well, more personal items. I did end up bringing a few snacks. I know it won't be no good once we get back to Rhindeval, but I did bring my cell phone, just for the trip to the park, just in case. I brought some stuff I thought I would need in Rhindeval, like a flashlight and paper towels. I know the fairy queen said we'll be staying in a cabin big for all of us, but I brought a pillow and blanket to be safe since I don't know if the cabin is furnished in any way. I did leave my stuff in the car, but I do have enough room in case someone needs it." Aurora rambled, clearly anxious.

"It's fine, dearie. Come and sit down while we wait for the others okay?" Lilith suggested.

Aurora nodded and followed Lilith in.

Meanwhile, Meridian was saying goodbye to her own family. They lived a town away from the college. It was hard saying goodbye to the family she grew to love. She ended up telling them the whole truth since she didn't know how to tell them otherwise. She was horrible at keeping things hidden after all. Surprisingly, her adopted family took it well.

Her father even joked, "At least we know why you have green hair."

The table was abnormally silent at the moment, but her mother spoke up.

"Shouldn't you bet getting going, Cassie dear?" Mrs. Peters said to her daughter, who was finishing her lunch.

She was trying her best to hold back any tears.

"Yes, I am just scared. I might not ever see you again." Meridian said honestly.

"You have to think positive, Cassie. Believe in the impossible. Didn't we always tell you that?" Mr. Peters replied.

Meridian nodded.

"You can do it big sis!" shouted her 10-year-old brother, Michael.

"Kick that mean witch's butt!" added his twin sister, Michelle.

The pair had been a surprise to Cassie's adoptive parents, who were told they would never have kids by birth. It was one of the reasons why they kept telling Meridian to believe in the impossible, because sometimes, it just might happen. Meridian smiled at her brother and sister.

"Thanks you two. I love you all."

Ten minutes later after tearful goodbyes, Meridian was on the road, heading to her destination.






Adrian Wells~Haru Otani~Ivelda Evers

Codes-#30660C~#3A0786~#003300


Two weeks later, news of what happened had spread like wildfire. Even the assassin's final words manage to get out due to a few of the cooking staff being there when it happened. People were very careful to not mention Lilith or the princesses out in the public though, for they knew the queen would get word of it. Indeed, Ivelda had made good her word in sending out more "eyes and ears" out into the kingdoms under her rule. People started vanishing too. Still, people once again regained hope that Lilith or any of the princesses would return. Still they worried how Ivelda could be defeated.

The only ones who knew about the Lilith and the princesses returning were the rebel leaders and their followers thanks to the faeries and even they were extremely cautious for they didn't want to risk the princesses or Lilith's safety. Few would send their best spies into Lostein to keep an eye on things. While the faeries did tell them when the princesses would be back, they didn't tell them where, which bothered a few rebel leaders, but they knew it was for the princesses and Lilith's safety.

Adrian, in his own mission to find out about the assassin, did hear these whispers as his journey took him to the principality of Brimmix. The whispers of Lilith and princesses did plague him too. It almost felt like he knew them, but something was preventing him from grasping it. He knew he had no memory prior to the age of 10, so maybe he heard of such things then. That was impossible though since Ivelda had been in rule long before he was born. He came really close to finding the poison's source, but sadly didn't have time since the queen did want him back in two weeks. He was grateful for the Overseer's help though and did reassure him her own people would do their best to track down the source of the poison. He paid a 'friendly visit' to the man's family though and had that entire family arrested after finding things that proved their treachery, sketches of a 'royal family'. The man, who was the assassin's father, apparently had been commissioned to paint this 'royal family' and these were sketches he did for prior to painting them. The couple in these sketches were young looking with a dark hair girl. The image of the little girl struck a chord in him, like he felt he knew her somehow. He had the images burned, although a part of him hurt for some reason, but he couldn't risk these images getting out. Even though this journey wasn't as physically taxing, it was mentally taxing, and he was relieved when his self-appointed job was done. He took his time getting back to Lostein to report.

Meanwhile back in Lostein, Ivelda was busy getting ready for her journey. She always made a point to take this journey to make sure her magical hold over each of these kingdoms was firm. She would also inspect the areas she didn't have access to, like the other palaces. It still frustrates her that she couldn't conquer Traumet, which held ancient magic. As she was getting ready, she received word that Adrian would be arriving back soon. Perfect timing. She had made sure to give her princes double doses of her 'special drink'. Aetherius had arrived yesterday from he latest mission and gotten his 'drink' than. Adrian was the last one she needed to give it to. Within the hour, Adrian found himself bowing before the queen in her throne room. He gave his reporting and Ivelda nodded, keeping a neutral look, when inside, she was seething due to people talking about her sister and the princesses again. She thought she had squashed such hopes of Lilith or the princesses returning awhile ago. Still, she knew she couldn't control everything. She could also see Adrian had been affected by what he found. She couldn't risk him finding out the truth so for now she wouldn't give him another assignment for the foreseeable future.

"You're clearly exhausted, Adrian. Come, I will make you my special drink and it can drain you of your weariness."

Adrian nodded and followed without word. After giving him the drink, she sent him home, saying he deserved a break and ordered him to stay home for a time. Adrian thanked her and left the halls. After he left, Ivelda decided to check on Ryder to see if he had all of her things assembled for her trip. He should be out in the courtyard area. She finds him there inspecting the carriages.

"Is everything ready for my departure, Ryder?"

Adrian was heading out to get something to eat when he ran into Haru, who was also going out to test one of his new inventions. He was hoping see if he could create a device that would take down the seals and wanted to use his blood as the catalyst, but he wanted to test it away from others.

"Good day Haru. Off to test something?" Adrian asked.

"Yes. I see you're back. You look like hell." Haru said bluntly.

"I feel like hell. Her majesty has blessed me with some time off, so I am getting something to eat and head home. You're welcome to join me."

Haru hesitated. He wanted to test his device, but he was also curious to hear about Adrian's trip too to turn him into such a state. Haru would never admit it, but he did feel this connection to the man, even to others who he wasn't found of like Aetherius. It was like an annoying itch though.

His curiosity getting the better of him and knowing he still had to eat himself, Haru replied, "Fine."

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Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion
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aetherius ruelle.
dialogue ; #7d869c. – thought ; #a7baa0.
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As per usual, the freedom out at sea never seemed to last long enough for Aetherius. He knows he's scheduled to return to Lostein once again, and trying to delay or arrive late wouldn't end well for him. It never had.

So he's docking the fleet in the kingdom's ports once more just a measly two weeks later. He can feel the restlessness in most of his crew when they hit land again, and despite knowing this visit would be brief, he allows them to unboard and wander as well. In all honesty it was likely they would at least spend a night or two here before departing back to the vast waters of the ocean, so why not let them let a little loose for a few hours? They had managed to keep under control last time, so with such a short time to run around this visit, he felt it was unlikely they would be able to stir up anything major.

It leaves him making way for the palace alone once again, a place on much higher alert than it had been the last time he was there. The royal guard seems to have double the patrols going, and even more guard is standing guard through the gardens and the halls. Working staff is being monitored far more closely as well, it seems, and for a moment Aetherius can't help but pity them. With knights practically breathing down their necks every waking and working hour, there was no doubt in his mind that nerves and fatigue were running high among them. His own crew wasn't subjected to such treatment luckily, though it helped that they were rarely ever working or wandering the palace halls themselves, never invited and never welcomed, instead taking to the city and its taverns or markets, and he doesn't doubt that some of them found way to seedier areas too. As long as they paid what was due for the services of those working, who was he to complain about what they got up to?

He's given the typical drink once he arrives, though double what he's used to this time. It was typical for when she left on her trips, ones that would keep her away from the palace and capital of Lostein longer than normal, but that didn't make it anymore pleasant for him. If anything it's worse, and his mood sours quickly as that fog settles over his mind once more, plunging him back into those restless nights and void-like dreams.

The first night he spends in Lostein is sleepless. He doesn't join his crew at the taverns like he normally would, rather holes himself away in his room and paces for hours, tries to lay down to rest but nothing comes out of it. It turns to him carving away at the table, new notches in the wood appearing left and right, and then he sorts through the bags and box that lay mostly hidden under his bed, filled with things he'd collected over the years of travels: crystals and seashells and feathers and bones, a few pieces of fabric and some jewelry that he never wore, too feminine for his tastes, but he holds onto them anyway.

Eventually the sun rises, and the second day comes to life, noise returning to the docks and to the streets all around it. He still takes time to pull himself out of isolation, not until late afternoon to search for something to eat, glaive carried at his side as he makes way off the ship and to solid ground below. Some of his crew still dot the docks, chatting away with other sailors and workers that linger, but he makes way past them towards the marketplace, a glance around to see what's being sold. The usual he supposes, fresh crops and meat, jewelry and knickknacks, ready-made clothing and shoes, tools. None of it catches his eyes, so rather than hanging around and listening to the sounds of coin and bartering, he heads for the taverns, a somewhat rowdier one he knows a fair number of his crew have likely taken over. It's one of their regular places, though whether or not the barkeep there is happy about it he can't tell. He leans towards the man not being pleased, though Aetherius has always made sure to pay him for any potential damages before he's departed, so they haven't exactly been banned yet.

The door swings open with a creaking sound, the noise from inside swelling out for a moment before it shuts behind him again. The inside is decent in size and kept lit with lanterns, still a bit dim and difficult to see in once the sun set, but it had never bothered anyone who visited the place, perhaps feeling a sense of privacy from the low lighting. There's several tables set about, each one holding a handful of his crew, others with strangers from around the city, travelers passing through. A bar sits to the left, tended to by a familiar man - the barkeep - and an older woman who Aetherius has come to assume is his wife. The woman is serving several men off to the side, while the barkeep is cleaning out a few mugs, a typical sight when it comes to a setting like this. There's stairs further back leading to a loft of sorts, just a few more tables and spots to sit up there for those who prefer a little extra privacy and perhaps a view of the first floor. Two barmaids are wandering the floor, cleaning and serving drinks to those waiting, though it seems they've chosen to avoid a certain area as much as possible, and Aetherius discovers the cause for their behavior quickly.

There's the sound of bickering coming from a table near the center of the tavern, centered around a table that holds both familiar and unfamiliar faces. Ash is there, for one, and Yù míng as well, though she's half hiding behind the lycanthrope man. Several others from his crew sit at or stand around the table, a few women and more men, while several strangers are crowded another side. They're dressed well, and that alone tips Aetherius off to the fact that they're likely of higher status. Most definitely the man at the center, at least. He looks like a spoiled noble's son, and his grating voice is all Aetherius needs to begin approaching in hopes to get the man and his little followers off of his crew before it took a turn for the worst.

The tensino from their bickering is rising, and he can feel it as he gets closer. They barely notice him until he's practically looming over them all, Ash almost startling when he turns to look up at him. Despite his presence, the anger in his expression still remains, and it comes out in his voice just as clearly, an agitated, "Aetherius!" practically all he can say before the third party is piping in.

"Oh great, is the captain here to rescue his filthy crew?" It's sneered out by one of the smaller men there, grin in place, though all he gets in return to his words is Aetherius tilting his head upward slightly at him with look of disdain. His attention is drawn back to the gaudiest one again, arrogance clear as day. "With an uncontrollable beast like you at the helm of these people, it's no wonder they don't know how to properly act, or how to properly serve me and my friends."

"My crew aren't servants, brat." He speaks in a mostly steady tone, though he can feel anger already boiling over. "You have your servants at home. If you wanted to be coddled and tended to while venturing out, you should have brought some along with you. "

"Ha!" The man lets out an irritated laugh, leaning in a little closer, "don't you know who I am? Gaul Von Alger Cline! The first son of the Cline family, to be exact! Everyone here is below me, and as such, they all should act as my servants!" He looks to Ash then, scoffing, "that thing should be running around on all fours like the lowly dog he is for my entertainment, if not licking off my shoes and eating the scraps we toss on the floor. If he isn't keen on dying like the rest of his kin, those disgusting mutts, then he should be begging for his life in other ways!" Ash's ears pin back suddenly and he bristles, a low growl growing in his throat as nails - more akin to claws - dig marks into the wood of the table. Aetherius's own gaze darkens, but Gaul doesn't waste anytime in continuing to dig his grave, "and the women should be playing as the whores they are! When I had asked for them to do their job and please my friends and I, it wasn't a request, it was a demand." He reaches forward suddenly then, snatching up Yù míng's wrist and wrenching it towards himself, a whimper escaping her, and it's all Aetherius needs to act.

His own hand jumps out, fingers curling around Gaul's wrist and tightening it enough to threaten a broken bone, or perhaps several. It halts the movement in an instant, and as he twists it away, he releases Yù míng's hand immediately, startled cry of pain escaping him. His friends seem shocked, as if they hadn't expected him to actually touch someone of a status like that, but he couldn't give less of a damn.

"If you're smart, you'll heed my suggestion in shutting your mouth and keeping you and your friends somewhere out of sight." It comes out in a hiss, "I promise you, your status and name mean nothing to me; I'm not afraid to leave you a bloody puddle on the filthy tavern floor."

The man pales slightly at his words and his clear strength in his hold, but perhaps he's too stupid or hauty to consider completely backing down. When he lets go, Gaul snaps his wrist back to his chest, rubbing it tenderly in his other hand before spitting in his direction. "Clearly you're irrational, but I have no desire to roll around with a feral animal. Just be glad I'm not having you dragged off to be slaughtered like one right now, too."

It seems that's all the fight he has left in him for now as he turns away, his friends following as they found a spot in a far corner of the room, hate-filled glares sent towards them. With them away, at least, it draws away the growing tension, and Aetherius turns back to the rest of them, leaning against the table and letting the glaive settle at his side. Yù míng settles back into her seat next to another woman, the latter of which quickly seeks to offer some form of comfort to the young blonde, while Ash's grip on the table's edge loosens, though his enraged expression does not. Aetherius doesn't blame him for it; he wanted to wring the unbearable man's throat himself, but with his status, there was no way any of them would get away with it.

So he settles with returning their glares, a deadly one of his own being what they get in return, and for now it seems to intimidate them well enough to hide in their corner. Hopefully, they wouldn't try anything else; they'd already tipped Aetherius's control over, and pushing him and any of his crew anymore than they already had been was a surefire way to end the night on an...unpleasant tone.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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”Courage starts with showing up
and letting ourselves be seen."
~Brene Brown
Speech Code ~ #FF0000
| Thought Code ~ #FF8000

Relax Your Mind ~ As You Read




The next couple of weeks had nothing major to note for Oriane. She spent her days practicing, finishing her exams, sleeping and eating - not too far out of the norm for her either way, but she definitely felt like she was in more of a fog than usual. It was difficult to focus during her exams, and even more difficult to pretend that everything was okay when she was around her family. Her family. She had always known that she was adopted, and while a part of her had wanted to know where she came from, who she came from, another smaller part had almost been grateful to not know what her former life had held. If she had forgotten it, clearly she was meant to, right?

And now, knowing what she knew, she almost wished she could forget it all - but she knew she couldn’t. If not for her people, if not for her parents, if not for Idalia, but for Orion. His name, his face, they haunted her every night and day. Her parents' faces, blurry from years of long forgotten past, staggered in and out every so often, each time catching her off-guard and knocking the wind from her chest.

It was impossible to pass off as normal, and very quickly dissolved into tears to her adoptive parents. Her brothers, nosy as ever, had been listening in from the hallway, curiosity and worry winning over ethics. The entire explanation, from her life before them and what had happened since, brought her mother to tears, and even her father, ever the gruff and tough man, found it difficult to hold back his own emotions. Watching his little girl and everything she had to deal with was difficult for the man, and when the boys joined them, they all bundled together into a large and exuberant family hug. One filled with a mixture of tears and laughter, sobs and reassurances of love.

Once she had moved over the hiccup that was explaining to her family - they were her family, blood or not - everything that she could remember, it was on to preparing. It would be difficult to plan ahead. She had no idea what she was getting herself into, so the bare minimum was the route that she went. Having never been one to go with the route of weapons, she was sure that they would learn a thing or two once there, and opted to pack comfortable clothes to move in alongside a healthy supply of toiletries - who the hell knew what kind of things they had in Rhindeval? - who knew? All she knew was that she wasn’t risking it, so she made sure to pack more than enough. The only additional thing she thought to pack was a swimsuit and a few packages of sweets, alongside her favorite baseball bat. It couldn’t hurt to have a little extra reassurance, could it? It was difficult to prepare for a trip not knowing anything about the place that she would be going to. Even what she could remember of her home - Scylla - was fragmented, and from what she could recall, it was vastly different from the rest of Rhindeval.

Barren and made of a majority of deserts, it wasn’t the most desirable vacation tourist place, but it had been home. Even now, Oriane could vividly remember the heat of the sun on her rays-kissed cheeks, the refreshing sensation of wind as she soared through the air atop Idalia. It made her heart ache in ways she couldn’t put into words.

Packing was difficult, for how could one prepare to face one’s possible death? It was an impossible feat, and she found herself running her fingers along the numerous trophies that adorned her shelves. So many memories, things she could actually recall - and who had stolen her other memories? Ivelda.

The name sent an unrecognizable rage crashing through her, and before she could stop herself, she had sent her fist through her wall - and directly to the outside of her home. Her own astonishment rendered her momentarily speechless, entirely frozen, and she wiggled her fingers in the cool outside breeze.

Did that just happen? That just happened, right? She wiggled her fingers again, felt a leaf slip past them, and with a jerk she wrenched her hand back inside, eyes locked on her hand as if it were an alien. Her gaze darted back to the hole before moving onto her appendage again. Her mom was not going to be happy, but her shock and budding excitement won out over her fear of being reprimanded.

”Yup, that definitely just happened.”




Too soon, the two weeks that they had left had come to pass. She found herself wishing her family well, giving them her love and comfort as much as possible before she left. Even as she walked out the door, she was still clinging to her mother’s hand - until their fingertips could no longer touch, and their eyes locked until they could no longer see one another. Only then did Oriane turn to face the road ahead - the road to, at this point she figured she’d be as cheesy as possible, her destiny.

Her path took her to Miss Lilith’s door once again, and for what she could tell, would be the final time. Hesitation brought her to a brief halt at the foot of the pathway, hands gripping the large duffle bag type suitcase she held atop her back. Was she really going to feel discouraged now? She’d had more than enough time to prepare, both mentally and physically. She was well fed, had slept well, and was ready to go. So, what was stopping her?

Anxiety?

It was such a foreign feeling for someone usually so brave, so ready to try the newest adventure. She had only felt this sensation a few times before, and it was similar to when she was preparing to jump from a massive height, or something close. At least now she could ask Lilith about the things that she had been experiencing over the last few weeks - the sudden increase in her speed during her mile run, her rather astonishing development when it came to her strength, and why she was suddenly able to accomplish moves with ease that had formerly been done with difficulty.

Her adrenaline was pumping already, and with a rather exaggerated breath, she trekked onward, knocking on the door rather aggressively. Might as well get it over with.

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7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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”Move on.
You have memories to hold onto.”
~Unknown
Speech Code ~ #0B610B
| Thought Code ~ #01A9DB


Relax Your Mind ~ As You Read




Before she knew it, they had moved past the discussion of the boys - and therefore away from the emotional turmoil - and onto preparations. The discussion of clothes gave Artemisia pause; she knew that most of them were not in a situation to prepare adequately for a trip of this capacity, but she, on the other hand, had the financial means as well as the connections.

A glance around the circle, she took in each of the women there, trying to recall what they all were currently involved in. Only when she stopped on Rhea, who was actually standing rather close to her given she had crossed the room in an effort to offer the smaller girl some comfort, was she reminded of the girl’s current enrollment in the fashion department. They had recently made costumes for Artemisia’s play and they had turned out beautifully. It was a great irony, given they would be traveling somewhere that the current fashion was reminiscent of medieval times.

Luckily, she loved the fashion of that era and found the dresses as well as the hunting maidens outfits lovely. In a way, she was somewhat excited to go. Not only would she be able to dress up, but she was going to be able to see her brother again. Her heart twinged at the thought, and she moved on from fashion; she could snag Rhea’s phone number from her friend in the fashion department and text her later. For what she had planned, she would need her help - and she was more than willing to pay whatever was necessary to accomplish her goal.

Thankfully, she had spaced out enough that by the time she tuned back into the conversation at hand, it seemed as though they were wrapping up. The Queen disappeared and Lilith had a few words to say, but otherwise, they were finally free.

Or as free as they could get, she supposed.

The next two weeks were spent in a flurry of emotions. Between being busy preparing to leave - she had managed to contact Rhea and had set up everything necessary for the clothes she had wanted to have prepared for everyone - and trying to cope with everything that she had come to learn, it was overwhelming, to say the least. She found herself spending a lot of nights tossing and turning, unable to sleep as her brother’s face, so young and innocent in her memories, swirled behind her lids every time she closed her eyes. Her mother and father screaming, begging that if not spare them, then to at least spare the children. The shrieks of dying dragons taking their final breaths, rocking the terrain to the very core of the realm as the magic of their lives left them one final time. The whimpers of the other princesses and princes, the quiet sobs of Mia alongside the strangled, garbled gasps of Kenny. Her brother’s own ragged, shallow breaths as he lay beside her, struggling against a budding illness from the dank cell. The memories haunted her every waking moment, and on the rare occurrence that sleep befell her, they came back ten-fold, almost as though under a microscope and launched into hyperfocus.

Sia could not escape it, so she found herself wandering - where? She did not know - but wander she did, from her apartment, to the campus, and eventually across town and all the way to her adoptive families’ home. It was late, far too late for a household visit, but she found herself yearning for a familial touch - any touch of love. Her parents’ deaths, while long ago, were so sudden and so fresh in her mind, and with how her brain worked, everything was coming back quickly and vividly. She could still see the splatters of blood as the rampage went on, and on, and on. Instead of fighting it any longer, she simply gave into it.

When her parents awoke that night, it was to a loud thud at their front door. Both out of trepidation and concern, they approached and opened it, only to fight a slumped over Artemisia, dissolved into sobs that wracked her entire body. It was a sight that they hadn’t seen since shortly after they had taken her into their home and decided to call her their daughter. As a child, nightmares of the unknown - a monster with gleaming dark eyes and a twisted grin - had haunted her, leaving her screaming and crying for her new mother almost every night. Then, almost just as suddenly as they had begun, they had stopped, and one night she was finally able to sleep without issue. Then the next, and the next, until she no longer dreamt of the monster with glinting eyes and the splatters of blood that came with the gnarled smirk.

The next few days were difficult, between her parents trying to coax the story out of her and Artemisia’s hesitation in divulging everything. What if they did not believe her? What if they thought her crazy? They would stop her from going, and that was something that absolutely could not happen.

After much prodding, she finally gave in and admitted everything to her parents who, surprisingly, took it rather well. They did not give her the looks of someone looking at a crazy person; instead, they looked somewhat intrigued and asked more questions than she had been prepared to answer. It took some time, but they were eventually convinced and, despite not necessarily needing it, gave her their permission to go. Who were they to stop her from chasing her past, or her future?

Packing, on the other hand, brought her a sense of comfort. Now this was something that she was used to. Between schooling and regular travels for vacation and the like, she had had more than her fair share of preparing for a trip, and the tedious motions of doing so relaxed her more than she would admit out loud. Always a smart traveler, Artemisia packed light on clothes - they would be given more on their arrival, from what she’d gathered - and had already sent delivery instructions for the clothes she’d had made to be delivered to Miss Lilith’s address. Instead, she focused on the necessities - toiletries were a must, as well as medical supplies. Her art tools and books were on the list, alongside her first polaroid camera and several extra reels of film. Bottles of water and snacks went in next, as well as a compass, as basic survival guide, and a few more advanced medical books, if the need arose. A towel, a swim suit, a multi-tool, flashlight and a knife - she was essentially preparing as though they were going on a rather long camping trip. Lantern, sleeping bag, binoculars, a headlamp, and a few other random but what she deemed to be essential items - she somehow was able to slip it all into a large but manageable hiking backpack. The only thing left was to grab her bow and arrows when the time came.

A glance around her room, and she found herself spiraling once more. It was all so stifling. She had arranged care for her cat as long as was needed, as well as set up someone with a job that would automatically pay them each month to go around campus and feed the stray animals there - something that she had been doing but would no longer be able to do given where she was going. Everything was too much, and she needed to escape.

So once again, Artemisia found herself wandering. It was late, but she could not quite tell how late - just that it was dark enough that the streetlights gave off an ethereal glow. It was raining, but she barely noticed, and stopped only when she had reached a large willow tree. It provided some cover from the drizzle, and only then did she notice how positively soaked she was. For whatever reason, though, she did not notice the chill that was settling into her bones. Instead, she found herself lowering to the ground and curling underneath the tree.

Who even was she anymore? A drip of water trickled down her nose, mixing with the warmth of tears that she only then realized she was shedding. Her fingers laid before her, the image of them marred by the blur of her tears, and she found herself curling them into fists. None of this was fair. What had any of them done to deserve this? They were children, for God’s sakes! The things the boys were undoubtedly forced to endure - she shuddered even thinking about it.

There was no way that they were going to come out unscathed.

Knowing she could not lay there forever, Artemisia found herself slowly moving onto her hands and knees, and then up so that she was only on her knees. Her face turned upwards, her gaze on the beautiful leaves of the willow that loomed above her. In those leaves, she saw her mother’s beautiful eyes between them, the glints of the stars above giving them a mesmerizing appearance.

Her eyes fell closed, the droplets of water adding a soothing sensation to her cheeks. Fingers curled in the grass below her, and she felt herself calming a bit at the familiar sensation. The phalanges relaxed, spreading out over the earth and smoothing across it. When she finally opened her eyes once more, they widened just slightly at the sight of beautiful bloomed wildflowers under her hands. Had she done that? No, there was no way - right?

But if magic exists in Rhindeval, and Aurora has found she has … abilities … Then is it truly so farfetched?

She did not know, but what she did know was that all of this was beginning to add up to one big headache.




Before Artemisia knew it, the two weeks had passed. Exams were over and she was certain she had aced them, so that was one less thing to worry over. Now, she found herself simply stressing over the upcoming travel and subsequent events that would undoubtedly unfold. Would she be able to survive this? Would they all be able to?

There was no use fretting. What was done was done, and she had made up her mind. Opting to leave her car at her parent’s house where it would be safe, she had them drop her off in front of Miss Lilith’s. A heartfelt goodbye later and she was climbing out of their vehicle, grabbing her bag and archery set, and her parents were off, her mother waving from the window until they were entirely out of view. It was difficult to watch them go, and for the first time in a long time she felt like that small child when they had first adopted her.

Shrugging off the sensation, she turned around and was greeted by the fashion department head. Having been given such a large order with such a short period but with more than ample pay, he had wanted to ensure that everything was delivered correctly. Not really in the mood for idle chatter, Artemisia kept the conversation short, paying the man and motioning for him to leave the two boxes of clothes on the bottom of the front steps. They would open and disperse them once everyone had arrived; for now, just to get inside.

Noting Oriane’s presence at the top of front step, Artemisia found herself slow to approach but once she had, offered the clearly energized girl a small smile of greeting. It was all she could really muster, given the flop in her stomach, so she settled to wait for the door to open - it was clear Oriane had already knocked, and doing so a second time would just be silly.

Setting

8 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kaito Yoshioka Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone
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Codes- #C71585 ~ #5477B9 ~ #46935C


Meridian try to keep her feelings in check as she drove towards Lilith's house, or well, former house. She was glad she had least graduated college with a 4-year degree, but it wasn't going to do her any good short term. In some ways all of the things she accomplished here had very little meaning. Besides the necessities that she packed, one of things she couldn't leave behind was her beloved violin. She remembered feeling an instant kinship when she saw it for the first time when her family took her on her first vacation to Ireland when she was 9 in an Irish pub. The violin player allowed her hold it for he saw her instant love of it and it felt like she gain a piece of herself. She ended up playing a tune she knew now was something her birth mother had taught her for music had been the only thing she and her mother bonded over. The same violin player gave her the violin she had with her now.

She hoped to play for her people once again for one of her last happy memories of Angalais was performing at their annual Flower Festival that occurred in early spring. She played with her mother and a huge crowd clapped along. She had been so happy. A few of the other royal families were there, including her cousins and Kaito's family. Kaito . . . . he was always a pain, but she remember clinging to him in a cold cell, her broken heart devastated and guilty for feeling she was the cause of her mother's death. She did feel that way even now, but tried to be strong for her father raised her to be that way. She would be strong for when Ivelda had her and the other girls taken from the boys, she hardly put up a fight, she was that broken internally. But Kaito fought, and Richard too since he and Aurora had been in the same cell they were in. Both boys were injured, but they still faught. Aurora's cries got to her too. She wouldn't be weak this time. She was one of the older girls, she would be stronger this time. Already she was hoping they would get trained to fight. Her father did give her fighting lessons, despite her mother's concerns. His argument that all royals, boy or girl, had to learn how to fight to some extent and used Kaito's mother as a prime example because Queen Meilin and him dueled growing up and he often underestimated her and she kick his butt at times.

Her thoughts of the past came to a standstill when she arrived at Lilith's house and saw Sia and Oriane there already. Leaving her own things in her car, she approached them.

"Hey. I don't know about you two, but I am honestly not ready for what is about to happen. At the same time, I don't want to be a coward though. Have either of you knocked the door?"

She had her answer when Lilith opened the door for she had heard a knock at the door. She smiled at the girls who arrived.

"Hello ladies. Aurora is here so why don't you come inside? We're still needing Rhea and Euphemia," she said before escorting them inside.

Aurora waved at them as they came in.

"Good day. How are you three doing?"

"Managing. Nervous and anxious at the same time. I don't know what to expect, but I don't want to wait around for long either."

Meridian sat down on a couch and was surprised to see the house still fully furnished. Well, it wasn't like Lilith was going to need these things in Rhindeval. It must be why she was able to sell the house so quickly because it looked up to date and was fully furnished. What she didn't know was that Lilith used a small spell to ensure it got sold quickly too. In the mean time, all they could do was wait for the last two princesses.





Adrian Wells~Haru Otani

Codes-#30660C~#3A0786


Both Adrian and Haru came into a tavern in time to hear Aetherius's loud voice.

"My crew aren't servants, brat. You have your servants at home. If you wanted to be coddled and tended to while venturing out, you should have brought some along with you."

Haru groaned and would have left, but Adrian continued went on in and both heard the noble brag and mock the sea captain and his crew more. Adrian was considered a 'noble' himself. In fact it wasn't known by most people that he was a spy and assassin for the Queen. But he certainly knew about the Cline family, all were a bunch of stuck-ups. The queen only tolerated them because of their loyalty to her and having one of the biggest vineyards in Lostein. Gaul Cline might be the eldest son, but from what Adrian knew he hardly did any work and was a terrible businessman. One of his first assignments as Ivelda's spy was to have all of the nobles investigated to make sure none of them were supporting any rebels. The Clines were clean as a whistle in that regard. Still he hated interacting with them. What the general public believed was he was the Queen's ambassador to other places which was his cover for it gave him perfect opportunities to spy.

Both Adrian and Haru waited to see how Aetherius would handle the situation and Adrian sighed when things seem to 'calm down', but there was an undeniable tension in the tavern now that even the employees there looked nervous. Wanting to see if he could lighten the mood, Adrian approached Aetherius.

"Aetherius! Good to see you and your crew have returned safe and sound. I guess you're waiting for her majesty to give you a huge assignment before her departure. She's given me a break for some time. My last few jobs have been tiring, so I am looking forward to it."

Aetherius did know Adrian's 'real job' since he had sailed with him numerous times to get to certain areas where he had to be cautious.

Haru, feeling annoyed at being around these group of troublemakers, which included that bratty noble and his colleagues, just came up.

"Adrian, did you really want to each lunch here? If so I think I'll just take my leave."

"Why? I thought you said you like the food here."

"It's not the food, but the company present,"

Adrian saw Aetherius's reaction and try to distract him.

"Hey don't worry about Haru, Aetherius, you know how blunt he can be sometimes. Let's just eat and I'll see to it you're not bothered by anymore unwelcomed company until Ivelda sends for you okay?"

He sent a scolding look in Haru's direction. It probably would be best for him to eat somewhere for the two barely tolerated each other and Queen Ivelda wasn't here to buffer.

Haru rolled his eyes. He was still interested in what happened with Adrian, but he wasn't bound to spend any more time with people who got under his skin so easily.

"Fine, I got better things to do anyway then to be around grown people who don't even know how to act their own age and let the littlest things get to them."

With that Haru left, leaving Adrian to deal with the aftermath of his words.

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”I really want to be nice,
But annoying people just won't let me.”
~Unknown

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Edith Speech Code ~ #8904B1 | Edmund Speech Code ~ #B40404




A feast? In his honor? It matter naught that Ryder would be forced to share the celebration with Sir Adrian; it was a feast for him, that his glorious Queen had deemed him suitable enough to deserve. It was a true honor, and he could not stop the gaze of adoration that settled on the woman in question. He barely registered everything she said following the feast, but did somehow manage to retain the information, and before everyone dispersed, he gave her a graceful bow.

”I am grateful for the honor, my Queen,” came his simple response, and with that, he left the hall, intent on eating his fill before the long night he undoubtedly had ahead.




A whirlwind of duties and responsibilities filled his entire agenda, and before Ryder knew it, two weeks had flown by. Two weeks filled with little sleep and massive preparations for his Queen’s upcoming trip as well as the organization of the continued investigation into the attempted poisoning. Who could be behind it, who the true culprit was, if anyone was still working in the background, in the dark where they could not see. The possibilities were endless, leaving Ryder up most nights pouring over documents of reports as well as communicating with different people were varying areas, ranging from the lowest of peasants to the highest of nobles.

Of course, they found very little to start off of, let alone any further information to be had. They did try their damndest, though; but of course, to no avail. The only whispers that could be heard were ones of stories of princesses and a woman of the name Lilith, but the fables he heard could be nothing more - simply legends, fantastical myths that parents told their children for comfort at night. He brushed the words aside and simply focused on his present obligations.

So, near the end of the second week, he turned his sole focus to the preparations of Ivelda’s travels. It would be a major expedition over a large expanse of time, so anything done to ready themselves beforehand would take most of his attention anyway. Food, guards, carriages, servants, slaves - he readied them all, ensuring to give the lower ranked employees a strong verbal warning to behave themselves. If not for Ivelda, then at least to keep their own heads, and they knew his warning would hold true. Ivelda held no qualms in executing those she deemed worthy of the punishment, and he’d rather not hear of further blood shed.

So, that was exactly where he worked, in the center of the courtyard, inspecting each carriage and wagon that would accompany their Queen, when the woman herself made an appearance. Ryder did not notice her at first, as he was underneath a hackney inspecting the wheels for any tampering. Only when she spoke did he slide out and push himself to his feet, dusting his hands off on his ever-present hankey.

”The arrangements are nearly complete. Everything has been properly packed and loaded into the carriages, and I am simply giving my final inspection to ensure that no hands have touched the caravans without my knowledge.” He paused, glanced at the driver of the one he was currently looking over, and then focused back on Ivelda. ”So far, I have found nothing of note. This was the final one I needed to check, so I believe we are-”

”Sir Ryder! My Queen!”

His words cut off abruptly, Ryder flicked his gaze in the direction of the man who had interrupted him. It was Baron Radland, who appeared a mess, clearly having run quite far and quite quickly, with sweat soaking every inch of his clothes. He was not a fit man, so undoubtedly had struggled with the run, wherever he had come from. He only stopped when he had neared them, bending over and resting his hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath between words.

”FIght … Pub … Sea … Captain … Cline … Dead!” It was a mess, the message he was trying to relay, but luckily enough, Ivelda and Ryder were not idiots. It was easy enough to decipher that there had been some sort of altercation involving someone dying alongside Aetherius and one of the nobles belonging to the Cline household. With a groan, Ryder looked up at the setting sun. He was just about to take his supper, too. Aetherius truly was the worst.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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The time in the basement eventually comes to an end - thank god - and they're freed from the space that was quickly starting to feel suffocating for Euphemia. The walls closed in, the fairy queen's voice burned inside her head, and all she wanted to do was leave. It seemed others were just as eager, Oriane soon making her exit followed by Artemisia, Rhea gone right after and Euphemia saw no reason to stick around, a quick and desperate escape without much of a goodbye to any of the remaining girls or Lilith and the queen.

Tatsuya had been waiting for her when she'd eventually arrived back to her apartment, still hungover no doubt but he was up and going by now, bedhead barely tamed while he poked away at the bit of food left on a plate in the kitchen. At least there was a sense of normalcy when she's gotten back after a few hours of what felt like delusion and dissociation.

It's a week or two before there's any word of things from Lilith again. A week or two that had been nothing short of hell for Euphemia, frankly. Her professor had been kind enough to let her make up the missed solo performance at the fair with a different one for some fundraiser, and while she hadn't aced the rest of her finals, she'd at least passed all her classes. At least that wouldn't cause any issues.

Then came the issue of trying to figure out how to explain all of...this to her family, her friends. Nothing sounded ideal, nothing sounded sane and...she had no idea what to do about it. Were the others being honest? Maybe, but there was no way anyone she knew would believe her. Maybe Tatsuya, but she didn't feel like springing that on him. Her parents - adoptive - were kind, but they'd raised her since she was young, had her through some of her worst mental spirals and breaks, and she knows that if she started talking about these things, they'd assume it was another, panic and worry and probably wouldn't let her leave the home for her safety. She couldn't tell them.

So she doesn't tell anyone. It feels stupid, but being open about these things also felt stupid. Instead she makes up some story about studying abroad, an intense course that would leave her out of contact for a long while. Not to worry about her, because she would be fine. This was a step towards a great career or something cool to put on her resumé, or just some experience and opportunity she couldn't pass up. Her parents had seemed uneasy about it, but supported her when she seemed insistent; perhaps they were happy to see her passionate about something for once? Tatsuya had seemed to have his suspicions too, but he keeps his lips pursed, refrains from saying anything strange. "As long as you're happy, I guess...but how long will you be away?" A few months, probably. Hopefully...not longer than that. "And you can't call? You can't even...write a letter or something?" ...No, probably not. "...Okay. Well just...promise you'll be back eventually, you know? I'll wait for you, I'm sure the others will too. I promise I'll keep your apartment clean and ready for you whenever you're done and back."

She's grateful for him, really. A little reassurance, someone to go back to if things went absolutely south. Sure he was just a friend, but he was her closest friend, as she was to him. Saying goodbye to him was the hardest part of leaving.

She has no idea what she should pack. What was she supposed to expect to have provided when arrived to fantasy land? What would be useless, what would be useful? Surely most of her tech wouldn't do much good, but she still packs her phone; even if it wouldn't work and would probably be dead within the first few hours of arrival, she didn't want it to seem like she was trying to disappear completely or go somewhere to die without a trace if she left it behind and someone found it. She packs some clothes, and a lot of underwear. Even if her outfits and styles probably weren't fitting for whatever style Rhindeval had, she wasn't going to be wearing medieval underwear, thanks! It helped that she went braless half the time too, but she still grabbed a few of them, just to be safe. Shoes, though just comfortable ones, and some more practical pairs of sneakers. Some snacks, little things that probably won't expire for another hundred years, a notebook, and she hesitates, but slips a knife into there as well. A little sense of safety, however odd others might see it. Other practical things are mixed in too.

There's so much more and the bag feels too full, but she tops it off with a few pictures too. Ones that leave a little pang in her heart as she tucks them away into the duffel bag, safe so she could look at them later when being away hurt too much. She never thought she'd care about leaving somewhere behind, but it was different when there was the possibility of no return, and when it felt like it was probably going to be an entirely no-contact, isolation situation. No going back, though.

Euphemia cries for the first time in a long while, full, deep sobs. She's glad no one is there to see it, or hear it.

Eventually she receives Lilith's email, and it's a final hug and goodbye to her parents, her mother who can't seem to hold back tears and her father who holds it together only a tiny smidge better. She hates to hurt them again, to lie again, but she can't find it in herself to be honest about this.

She rides the bus most of the way, then walks the rest, regrets that a bit when the bag starts feeling way too heavy, but it doesn't matter. In time she reaches the only slightly familiar home, a sold sign out front as expected, and Rhea on the step. It felt a bit ridiculous that they were arriving at the same time again, but whatever.

Euphemia lets her duffel bag drop with a hard thud on the porch as she climbs the few steps to the door, careless - it wasn't like there was anything fragile in there - and it seems to startle Rhea a bit, jumping in her spot before turning around to look at her. "Hey again." Comes her voice, "looks like we're on about the same time schedule, the way we keep running into each other here at the same time. Guess you've probably already knocked too."

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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Arhen's life still being intact hits her deep, and even after speaking she still finds herself shaking a little, small breaths all she can manage as she processes things. It's Artemisia's hand on her head that draws her gaze up from the ground, a little teary, but she tries to blink it back, a faint embarrassment surfacing in the color that reddens her cheeks. So emotional, everyone else seemed to be holding themselves together, but she just...couldn't. And then there's a small, comforting smile, and she lets one or two tears slip past, a small shaky smile of her own in return.

If this was what the others were like, even if it was just Artemisia, then maybe she would be okay. Maybe it wouldn't be so painful, if she could rely on them to be by her side, if they could all work to support each other.

Things seem to be closing out, though, and maybe she's a little relieved, unsure her heart can take anymore pain or stress or even relief at this point, a rollercoaster of emotions of every kind. Eventually Artemisia's hand drops off her head, and her and Oriane are leaving, Euphemia following after them in turn and leaving Lilith, Meridian and Aurora to talk if they weren't also heading out. Rhea had...a lot to do now, after all. Even if most of that was just continued processing.

She had eventually arrived back home, Mathias still waiting there and practically jumping up to greet her with a hug once she'd walked in, not even enough time to slip off her shoes. Too many questions, about how it was, who she saw, conversation and more, and though she knows he means well, she eventually quiets the conversations and questions by announcing her need for a nap. He'd backed off then, letting her go up to her room while mentioning he was heading to the store; he'd cook dinner for the two of them to share tonight.

Though the nap had been an excuse to get away from questioning, she did end up falling asleep. At least this time the dreams stayed away.

The next two weeks passed both fast and slow. Artemisia had suddenly contacted her, apparently getting her number from a friend Rhea knew was in the same department. An order for sets of clothes, and though most assumed it was just for an event or something similar, she knew better. Each of these would be worn by one of them, probably almost as soon as they were finished. Her classmates gladly helped her with the project, an enjoyment out of putting together out of ordinary outfits they weren't used to. In the end they'd barely finished in time, and Rhea had been relieved when they'd been boxed up and waiting for Artemisia's "okay" to ship them.

She'd been doing her best to work things out for her apartment as well. Mathias - now well along in his modeling and acting career - had been happy to offer to cover her rent for her until she came back, almost as if a reassurance that she would still have home home and something of normalcy once she returned.

If she did.

In the end the only one she had been honest with was him. They had always been closest, and while she did love her adoptive parents, her relationship with them hadn't always been as honest and open as it had with her brother. Not related by blood, but they may as well be with how attached at the hip they were. To her parents she had spoken of returned memories, of a trip planned that would last quite some time to return to her hometown - land, but they didn't need to know that - that she would be going with friends - half a lie, half a truth; she wasn't overly familiar with most of them, but she felt like she could trust them, that they could become friends, and maybe she considered one or two of them friends already - and she wasn't sure when she'd be back. They'd seemed fine with it; so long as she was safe, she could do as she liked. She was an adult now, after all. Mathias she was far more honest with, and though he'd had reservations and seemed to be stuck with a decent amount of disbelief, he hadn't vocalized any of it, and had instead done his best to show his support and comfort in words and actions.

She was grateful for him, and if Rhindeval ended up not being the home for her, then she would still have this one to return to.

Mathias had helped her pack, and conversation had been lighthearted, maybe avoiding the elephant in the room, but it could very well be the last ones they ever shared. She's grateful for a bit of normalcy.

Her bag is packed tight, her paranoia getting the better of her. Maybe there's useless things in there, but she can't help it. Sentimental, stressed, clingy. Mathias lets her take one of his rings. There's a little bracelet he gives her too, a simple half pendant on it that he holds the other piece to. Little things to remind her of home, to reassure her when things feel hopeless or isolating.

He's the one to drive her to Lilith's, grumbling a bit about "...shitty roads screwing up my car..." and a few final joking questions over if she's sure she's not joining a cult, but no complaints otherwise. She feels it's his attempt at lightening the mood one last time, before final goodbyes and she can no longer turn back. And eventually they pull up to the house, far too quiet in the car until she finally turns to him, a sudden tight hug as she tries her best not to cry again, but it's in vain. Their final goodbye is painful, and he stays long enough to see her walk up to the door, a wave and a pained smile before he drives away, disappears down the road.

How long would it be until she could see her brother again?

Rhea's gaze settles on the door all the same, her bag still clutched in front of her with both hands, but one moves up to lightly knock on the door all the same. And then she sighs-

And jumps. There's a louder thud as a bag is suddenly thrown onto the porch, and she stares at it for a moment before Euphemia's voice brings her attention back up, a simple, "hey again," offered, a few more words as she settles in next to her on the porch, foot absentmindedly kicking her bag. Rhea hopes there's nothing fragile in there.

"Mhm, just a second ago." Eventually comes her response, small startle fading off and her shoulders relaxing again. "I wonder if we're the last to arrive again too? I could've sworn I left soon enough to arrive a little early..."

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Aetherius Ruelle.
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It seems peace and quiet isn't here to stay. Almost as soon as things settle and he's leaned against the table, Adrian's voice cuts through the tension of the tavern, and his gaze snaps back over to him. Well isn't he awfully chipper. His thoughts bite out, though he holds his tongue and his soured mood back, arms staying crossed over his chest. It didn't help that Haru was there with him, and his scowl deepened slightly. What's got the two of them sticking together? Let alone coming to this place out of every once they could have picked out. Great timing.

"Something like that," he eventually responds, and it was true; he was waiting for the next assignment. Impatiently.

Before he can say anything further - not that he's in the mood for idle chit-chat - Haru approaches, and in his typical, unpleasant manner, finds a way to insult Aetherius and his crew and running before he can deal with the consequences. Adrian does his best to try and talk Aetherius's building rage down, though it doesn't help that he doesn't shut his mouth even after the other's offering of an olive branch, a few final, petty words before he's gone.

Though it pisses him off, Aetherius isn't an idiot. Haru is gone, and taking his rage out on any one else would be uncalled for, so he keeps his lips pursed, but by the gods it seems like no one wants it to seem that way when a grating voice reaches his ears again, wood creaking under the foot of people approaching again. It really seemed like Gaul had a deathwish.

"Sir Haru is right, I'm glad there's someone here with common sense." It's sneered out, and Aetherius feels the wood of the table in his grip splinter suddenly, too hard of a grip to try and keep his words swallowed down. Harder, when it seems like more people walk through the door of the tavern, and it's far too obvious that they're with the noble even if they hang back.

"I thought I told you to fuck off." He growls, and Gaul scoffs again, "and why the hell would I listen to you? Stupid brute, you think you have any say over what I do or don't? You're sorely mistaken. I only came to warn you that with my father's word to the Queen, I'll have you punished, and get what I wanted anyway." His eyes move down to the women at the table again, "a few new whores, and an ugly little pet for my sis-"

When he looks up to Ash, he's instead met with the view of a metal tankard heading straight for his face. It's a hard thud, an uncomfortable crunch and the alcoholic contents of the cup spilt out over gaudy clothes and the wooden floor, and then silence. Or at least, silence aside from the heavy, enraged growls that resonate from Ash. It seems keeping his anger forced down didn't work in the end. Not that Aetherius was doing a good job himself.

Gaul seems stunned, having stumbled a few paces back with hands held to his face in pain. There's blood mixing in with beer, and by the sounds he'd caught before and the sight of it once he pulls his hands away, his nose is very much broken. A ruined face, the humiliation of a tankard being dumped all over him...it seems enough to throw him right over the edge. His face twists into a burning rage, ugly, and without waiting another second, hate-filled eyes are looking around at the people he's gathered, a shrieked, "what are you idiots waiting for!? Kill the goddamn mutt and his shitty friends!"

The tavern explodes into chaos in less than a breath, angry shouts filling the building as it explodes into nothing short of an all out brawl. He's stood up himself as soon as it begins, glaive held in a deathgrip in his hand as his eyes move wildly over the room. Adrian is quick in jumping to protecting the staff, barmaids and bartenders hiding behind what they can as he stands in front, sword drawn. His own crew is quick to engage, and frankly, they're far better at fighting the idiot nobles and lords, whatever other statuses were tossed into the bunch. Yet they still have numbers, annoying bugs; it wasn't like the whole naval crew was here, after all.

A few are stupid enough to think they can go against him, and he crushes their arrogant ideas with swift punches that knock their lights out, a solid foot to the chest of one that sends him rolling across the ground and hitting the leg of a table hard enough to snap it and send the whole thing collapsing on top of him. The rest of his crew seems to be holding up well enough, though it's quickly becoming apparent that too many of the enemy are keen on trying to have their moment to shine in getting rid of Ash.

The glaive's handle is shifted in his hand, non-bladed end moving towards the back while he uses the rest of its length to swing, knocking against the four or five that were attempting to corner the lycanthrope. It knocks necks, heads, chests, enough to get rid of most of them, though the one that remains isn't given any time to be proud of his dodging ability when there's a hand wrapped tightly around his neck just seconds later, Aetherius hefting him into the air and letting him kick his legs uselessly to find some sort of purchase for his feet.

"The lot of you are fucking idiots." He hisses, grip tightening against the man's throat, and underneath his rage he knows he could snap it like a twig if he pressed any harder. "This is the consequence of your arrogance-"

He cuts himself suddenly, at the sound of a muffled cry that barely makes any noise compared to the chaos of the fight, so easy to miss but-

Aetherius's gaze snaps back just in time to spot Gaul. Gaul, with Yù míng's wrist in a bruising grip and twisted above her, the other hand's fingers twisting under the edge of her sarashi with a sadistic, too wide smile, and it's abundantly clear exactly what he intends to do. Why not humiliate her for refusing him? His vision goes red.

The man in his hold is barely conscious, and he seals his blackout with a swing through the air, slamming the man into the nearby table enough to break it in two. Sharp blue eyes snap back to the two, a rush forward, the blunt staff of his glaive ready until-

A blade. He can see the way Gaul goes rigid suddenly, eyes widening and moving down to try and look at the knife that rests in the center of his chest, buried to the hilt. And Yù míng, staring just as wide eyed, her hand pulling back from the handle like she can't believe she is the one who did it. Even if he isn't dead yet, his fate is sealed. Even if it hasn't struck his heart directly, he's just a dead man walking now. And Yù míng was the killer. A runaway against a noble. Aetherius isn't stupid to think that anyone would accept self defense as an excuse for what had happened.

So the staff of his glaive twists in his hand, the blade pointed forward again, and he swings.

It connects to the side of Gaul's neck, the force of it slicing through the flesh, muscle, tendons and bone like it was nothing, a clean cut that completely suffers the head. His glaive slams into the wooden ground soon after, deeply embedding into the wood, a loud crunch enough to draw over the first bit of attention, and if that wasn't enough, then the rest is when someone screams.

A spray of red from the stump on Gaul's shoulders as the body begins to fall, blood that splatters across his front, some reaching his face; he doesn't flinch. Yù míng is stumbled away, just far enough to dodge it, but her face is pale, her eyes wide and terrified as she looks to Aetherius, and he looks back, though his expression says nothing more than "stay quiet."

The head rolls across the floor, slow until it reaches Aetherius's foot and thuds against it, expression frozen in one of agony and shock, but very much dead. His eyes are empty, life long gone at this point, and his hand moves to take a handful of hair, lifting it off the floor and out to the front of him. His own eyes are cold, dark, violent as he looks over the frozen crowd, not helped with the spray of blood over his front and face, some of Gaul's followers looking ready to pass out or bolt, and notes that Baron Radland - he hadn't even noticed him in the crowd - has done the latter. Not long until the guards show up now, Aetherius figures.

"This fight is over, unless anymore of you want to end up like him," he hisses, and Gaul's head is thrown back onto the ground with a loud thud and crack, only further descecrating one half of his brutalized body. That certainly wasn't going to win him any leniency.

I'm fucked.

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Adrian wanted to groan when Gaul and his cronies started instigating Aetherius and his crew. He would have interfere, but things escalated too quickly and soon a brawl broke out. Adrian stayed out of it by make sure the tavern staff stayed out of harm's way and made sure his hand was on the hilt of his sword. He already know that Aetherius was in deep trouble. Thanks to his quick eyes, he did manage to see Gaul 'manhandle' a female of the sea captain's crew. He saw Aetherius charge toward them and time seemed to move in slow motion. He caught the knife go right into Gaul's chest and Aetherius's actions afterward. Instantly Adrian figured out what he was doing, taking the fall for his crew member. When all was said and done, Adrian rechecked the staff of the tavern. He knew it be a matter of time before Ivelda got word of this since he saw someone leave the tavern.




Ivelda nodded as Ryder answered her question and was overall pleased. All she needed to do now was check with Alcinder and Haru to see if they needed anything on her travels. She also needed to give Aetherius his next assignment and check with Jiayi to see if he was done with his inspections. However before she could do anything else, Baron Radland appeared and stammered out a few words about an emergency. This did not please Ivelda in the slightest, in fact she was frustrated.

"Lead us to where this happened Radland. Sir Ryder, get my horse and a spare for you and Redland. Have the staff there help you if need be."

Soon Ryder and a few others returned. The trio mounted their rides and the baron led Ivelda to the tavern closest to the port.
She had the nearby stable look after their horses before entering the tavern.

Seeing the huge mess and damage she looked right all in the building and hollered, "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?"

Everyone there instantly bowed or curtseyed, Adrian amongst them. Ivelda saw Adrian next. By this time she did see Gaul's head.

"Adrian, why are you here?"

Adrian quickly responded, "I came here for a meal, your majesty."

"We're you involved in this?"

Adrian under any other circumstances would have stuck up for Aetherius and lied, but he knew Ivelda was an excellent at lie detection since she was the one who taught him how to be one himself.

"No your majesty."

Ivelda looked things over. She was aware of Cline being a pain at times since she kept constant tabs on all of the nobles. Turning to the tavern owner, she ordered him to come forward.

"I wish to examine your memory. Hold still please."

The man didn't dare object and stood still. Ivelda saw everything from the time Gaul first started interacting with Aetherius and his crew to Haru and Adrian arriving, to the brawl, to how it ended. Deciding to tackle the easiest issue, she turned back to Adrian.

"Adrian, thank you for keeping the staff safe. Be a dear and find Haru and bring him back."

Adrian was an excellent tracker, so she knew he'd find Haru in no time. Adrian bowed and left. Looks like he wasn't going to get something to eat anytime soon.

Ivelda turned to Aetherius next.

"As for you and your crew Aetherius, you'll not be given your next assignment, instead while I am gone, you'll be helping fix things up around here and with any other construction needed around town. Your crew will be involved in this too since it was them who started this fight in the first place. You'll also help pay for part of the damage, but not all of it. After this tavern is repaired, you'll report to Ryder on what else needs fixing. This should keep all of you out of trouble for the time being."

She then approaches Aetherius himself and speaks to him privately so no one may hear.

"Be grateful I am not doing anything worse to you or the one responsible for Gaul's death. Only reason why you're getting off easy is because he mistreated your crew member and they started pestering you in the first place."

With that she step back and addressed the whole of Aetherius's crew again.

"Next time someone bothers either of you again, I expect ALL of you to take the higher ground and leave the situation and report it. I never tolerate any form of harassment."

It was at that moment that Adrian returned with Haru. Adrian had been able to find people who saw Haru eat nearby. Haru hadn't been happy but did what his queen bided and Adrian explained what happened after he had left too. He wasn't surprised to hear about the brawl, but was surprised about the death of Gaul.

Seeing Haru, Ivelda got straight to the point and asked, "Haru, did you deliberately try to get under Aetherius's skin? You know he has a short temper."

Haru had been told that Ivelda looked at the tavern keeper's memory so he wasn't surprised by that question.

"Partially your majesty but I was also referring to Gaul and those with him too since we arrived while they were still interacting."

"Well then, since you were a part of the problem, you will be assisting Aetherius and his crew in fixing up this tavern, 3 times a week. You'll start tomorrow. Once it's finished then you can return to your primary duties full time. I expect better of you next time Haru."

Haru wasn't happy but obediently replied, "Yes, your majesty."

Ivelda finally turned to those who were Gaul.

"As for the rest of you, let Gaul's death be a reminder to not play with fire. All of you represent Households that serve ME. Aetherius and his crew are part of this kingdom's protection and are an extension of ME! They're one of the reasons why you can sleep safely in your beds at night and I will not tolerate you treating them like vermin. I could easily have your father's positions stripe of power and replace them for those more loyal. But because Aetherius's crew did start the fight, I won't do that for now. Do I make myself clear?!"

The young men nodded in fear.

Smiling sinisterly, Ivelda continued, "Now as for your punishments, since all you need a piece of humble pie, I'll have each of you work throughout the town doing servant work for a month."

Hearing the young men groan, Ivelda snapped, "SILENCE! I could easily have Alcinder deal with each of you to teach you obedience!"

The got them to be quiet. Sighing, Ivelda turned to Ryder.

"Ryder, I am so sorry I am going to have to add more to your plate while I am gone but have someone keep an eye on things here while they rebuild. They'll report to you on the progress. I'll have Jiayi and our guards help with the cleanup and then have our builders assess things. Also please have servants fetch the heads of each of these young men's households to the palace. They'll help pay for most of the damage, which includes compensation for the tavern owner and workers here for the time this tavern is closed. I'll have to delay my leave slightly so I can speak with these boys' fathers. I'll be in the throne room.
If there's anything that comes up prior to my departure, I'll make you aware of it. Haru, was there anything you needed from any of the principalities?"


"Yes your majesty, I wrote it down, but I don't have with me."

"Be sure to give it to me before my departure," Ivelda said before addressing the tavern owner, "Barkeep, you and your workers see if anything is salvageable. I'll have you and your wife stay at the nearby inn free of charge, I'll cover the fees myself. My apologies for the damage caused here."

"Thank you, your majesty."

"All of you have your assignments. Aetherius, you and your crew and start cleaning up now. The rest of you are dismissed."

With that, Ivelda and Ryder left to return to the palace. Ivelda went straight for the throne room and had a servant summon Jiayi.

Adrian decided to get a bite to eat before returning to help Aetherius clean up the tavern. He decided to leave Aetherius alone for he could tell the man was in a foul mood, having his 'sea legs' taken away for a few months.

Haru returned to the palace to get the list that Ivelda required of him.

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7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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No sooner had the new arrivals sat down, there was another knock on the door. Lilith answered it immediately and saw it was the last two princesses.

"Oh good you're here. The rest are also here. Why not come in for a minute for I have something to say to all of you before we leave."

Meridian waved at the new arrivals. She was definitely anxious to get going. Aurora was relieved to see them too. Even though both had pledge to return, she was still concerned. Soon Lilith addressed them all.

"If everyone is ready, we'll be leaving now. Please try to stick together on the highway. The ride shouldn't take too long, just about 15 minutes. Hopefully there won't be too many people there. School is still happening for regular school systems in the area. I just need to get my luggage in my car. Again, thank you all for coming back."

With that, she went back to her room to grab her stuff.

Meridian sighed and said, "If anyone needs a ride, I have room in my car. I have visited this park plenty of times since I enjoy camping."

"I never camped and I've never been to this particular park. But I do have a car too if anyone needs a lift." Aurora added

Soon everyone was out of the house and Lilith was the last to leave. Looking at her old home one more time, Lilith took the house keys, placed them in an envelope, and put it under the mat. The new homeowners would be here in an hour, and Lilith had notified them where the keys would be. Eager to get going, Lilith went to her car and put her luggage in. Seeing everyone else was ready, she got into her care and soon the entourage of vehicles took off.




They made it to the park in one piece, thank goodness. When they arrived at the park, Lilith drove a bit further in to the place they would park. It took a couple more minutes to get to that location. There was barely enough room for all of the vehicles though. Getting out of the car, Lilith waited for the others to get out of the cars before addressing them.

"I hope all of you are wearing good walking shoes for we will be going off the beaten track at one point. I mentioned this in my letter, but the trek will take about an hour to get here. I've already brought most of my magical gear here and that's how I came up with my estimate. If you need to rest at any point, let me know."

"Miss Evers, uhh, what is going to happen to our cars? They can't exactly stay here for several months," Meridian asked as she got her gear out of her car.

Lilith smiled for she did think about that. Seeing no one was about, she waited until all of the girls got their luggage and gear out of the vehicles until she pulled out her wand.

"I already know what to do Meridian. Just watch and see."

Steadying herself, she spoke some magic words and magical energy swirled around her and she launched magic at the girls' cars and caused them to shrink to the size of key chains. In fact, that's exactly what she changed them into. She picked up the cars and handed them to their respective owners. Each was actually a key chain.

"If any of you plan on coming back, you'll have your car to get around. So try not to lose it okay? I'll teach anyone the spell to change them back to their true form at some point. For now let's get going shall we?"

Dumbfounded, Meridian put her car in her fanny pack and followed Lilith. Aurora was quick to follow too, she was excited and had a big smile on her face as they walked through the park.




It took them a little over an hour to get to the site. Lilith wasted no time and addressing the crowd again, waiting for them to catch their breaths for it had been a bit of a rough trek through the forest. Meridian was glad she had on bug spray and Aurora had to pull a few twigs out of her hair.

"You all did well getting here. Now the hard part begins. Here's how we're going to do this. I am going to open a portal for us to walk through, but the journey to Rhindeval won't be merely walking through it. We're moving through time and space, so it'll be like jumping into a drop. If any of you have watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, it's like a port key, very turbulent but thrilling. First thing I'll do is sent my own magical gear through it first. Rest of you hold onto your gear. We'll basically be falling out of the sky when we arrive in Rhindeval. The fairy queen will know immediately when the portal is open and will mask the magical energy this spell emits so Ivelda won't know it's us since she knows my magical energy. The landing will be bumpy, but we'll be fine since we've done it before when Ivelda banished us to Earth. I'll be the last to go through the portal because someone has to keep it open. Any questions before we begin?"

Meridian raised her hand.

"My memory of when we were banished is still foggy, but how did Ivelda well, 'banish us'? I don't think any of us would have willingly walked through a portal."

"Because Ivelda opened the portal right beneath us. We had no warning at all."

"Oh, well, I have no more questions."

"I don't have any questions either," Aurora added.

Seeing no one else had any other questions, Lilith centered herself. Taking her wand, she started murmuring ancient words used to open a portal. It took a lot of magical energy to do so, and both Meridian and Aurora found themselves lending Lilith a hand in opening it up. Eventually the rest of the princesses shared their magic with her too.




The instant a tear in time and space appeared in the sky, Eowyn felt it. Centering herself as well, she sent out her own magical energy to not only mask Lilith's magical energy, but to help open the portal more, at least on Rhindeval's end. She and her entourage were ready for Lilith and the princesses right outside the sealed enchanted forest in Lostein.




Once the portal was big enough for them to travel to, Lilith shouted, for the magical energies were great.

"I can only keep it open for a short time! So please hurry after all the extra stuff goes through!"

While Lilith had her primary wand, she always had one for back up. So with her back up wand, she used it to levitate her magical gear and her own luggage through the portal.

Meridian was ready for she had her own luggage in hand. Suddenly, Meridian's pendant lit up and before she even knew it, she found herself literally flying through the portal as she screamed.

"Meri!" Aurora shouted as she ran after her through the portal, luggage in hand.

Lilith waited as all the rest of the princesses went through. Just in time too because she was losing strength as the portal started to close. Walking carefully to the portal, she broke the magical connection as she finally leapt through it.

Meridian was free falling while moving all over the place. It was like a burst of energy had consumed her and she couldn't control it. She kept a strong grip on her stuff for the ride was unlike anything she felt. Suddenly she felt drained though and accidentally lost her grip on one of her bags as she merely fell now. Aurora ended up screaming the entire journey, recalling feeling this way when they first teleported to earth. She never liked thrills. But the trip itself didn't take long as they all saw a bright light up ahead as they fell through it. Soon they were falling through a regular blue sky as they head right for a tree line.

"They're coming your majesty!" Iris shouted with glee as she saw the humans coming down.

"I see that Iris," Eowyn smiled.

Seeing Lilith, she closed the portal before using another burst of magic to 'catch' each of the princesses and Lilith before they hit the tree line.

When the girls landed, they would see that Lilith's gear was grouped together for Eowyn's subjects collected them as they fell to the ground. Someone also caught Meridian's bag too.

Aurora was out of breath by the time she landed. Something had 'caught' her and she landed gently, but dropped to her knees as she tried catching her breath. Meridian had collapsed all together. She felt like she ran 3 marathons at full speed. It took Lilith a bit to recover also, but pretty soon she found herself being tackled by a very enthusiastic Iris.

"You're here! You're BACK! I knew you would return one day! Oh Lilith!" the fairy cried.

It took Lilith a minute to realize who it was and hugged her back as she started crying too. She had done it, she was home.

Aurora watched in awe. She recognized the fairy too but it still felt surreal to see a fairy in the flesh in ages.

"Iris? Is that you?" she found herself asking, her voice a bit hoarse.

The fairy pulled back from Lilith instantly and turned to Aurora. Her eyes opened wide in surprise, and she forgot that humans aged quicker than fairies.

"Oh my gosh! Princess Aurora! Look at big you've gotten!" she shouted before tackling the blonde princess too.

"Iris, really?" Eowyn interjected.

Remembering herself, Iris withdrew, and she wiped her eyes.

"I am so sorry your majesty, I am just so happy!"

Shaking her head, Eowyn turned to the rest of her subjects there.

"Please assist Lilith and their highnesses. We'll get moving once they've recovered from their journey. We're near the seal."

Nodding the other fairies went to each princess to over them their service. Meridian needed help getting up by a few of them and a female fairy helped her with her gear. Iris herself helped Aurora with her own things. The fairies used their magic to carry their things.

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7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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”You can have more than one home.
You can carry your roots with you,
And decide where they go.”
~Henning Mankell
Speech Code ~ #0B610B
| Thought Code ~ #01A9DB

Aura Speech Code ~ #D7DF29

Relax Your Mind ~ As You Read




Rounding everyone together and making their way from the home was surprisingly easy, with many of them pairing off into groups to ride with. She ended up with Rhea and Aurora, and while the ride wasn’t unpleasant, it also was lacking in much chatter. It was a quick trip to the park, and it was easy enough to follow the small group of cars that were all heading in the same direction. When they finally parked, Althea took a moment to gather her thoughts and get her emotions in check. It was the last time she would truly be ‘Althea’, in a way, and she wasn’t quite sure how to feel about that. So, taking a deep breath, she finally managed to leave the car. After adjusting her bow and quiver, she shouldered her hiking bag that she had managed to hold all of her gear and, after plopping the box of clothes onto the ground by the car, she made her way over to the gathering group of women. A hand moved up, itching idly at the back of her neck. Her own outfit had ended up being cool with plenty of airflow, the heaviest point of it being the vest, but she was happy with the results. A snag pulled the mask up and around her nose and mouth. She really didn’t want anyone seeing her expressions at this point; it was a gander what would come out of anyone’s mouth in this group, so she wasn’t about to take any chances on someone managing to cause a slip in her demeanor. With the mask, it would give her more time to process and react to what someone says to her.

Approaching the gathering group, she watched in a bit of awe as Lilith transformed their cars into small keychains. Somewhat wishing the woman had said something before she had gone to the trouble of leaving her car at her parents’ home, she cast a glance at the box that now sat by itself in the dirt. A soft sigh and she had trudged back over to it, only to pluck it up and move right back to the group, dropping it into the middle.

”Unfortunately, I did not know everyone’s exact measurements. Thankfully, Rhea and I are fairly decent at eyeballing that type of thing, considering the areas we work in, so they should be on the verge of a perfect fit. If anything is too far off, though, feel free to let one of us know. We can easily make adjustments. They are all labeled, so go for it,” she finished with a slight wave of her hand.

Once the outfits were dispersed accordingly and tucked away by their new owners, they were off. Althea took advantage of the fact that they were surrounded by nature. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply and let it out in a slow, satisfying exhale. As she did so, it was as though she felt all of the stress leave her body at once, the tensity in her back relaxing by half and giving her a sweet feeling of calmness. The swaying of the leaves in the wind was on par with the soft noises of the animals hidden within the forestry, and alongside the gentle musk of the overall nature brought upon her an overwhelming sense of peace.

The trek was long but Althea was more than prepared for it. It was hot, yes, but she was accustomed to the sweltering heat of the outdoors and preferred to be outside over the confines of the indoors. Her overall endurance was surprisingly high, especially in comparison to her mostly-terrible coordination. Early on into the walk she had layered on some sunscreen and spritzed a bit of bug spray onto herself, knowing her fair complexion and delicious blood to be a reckoning for bad luck later on. She offered it to a few of the other princesses, happily giving it to those who agreed and internally sighing at the ones who brushed her off. Shielding her eyes from the glare of the sun with her hand, she peered up through the trees at the clear blue through the leaves above, taking in what would be one of her last glimpses of the sky that they said belonged to Earth. Sure, she could pop on her sunglasses, but then she would miss everything.

The trip almost seemed to be over within an instant, they arrived at the clearing that quickly to her. She was used to hikes, having gone on them frequently over the years, and was sweaty and a bit out of breath but otherwise none the worse for wear. Her hand reached up and tugged down her mask so as to reveal her lips and free them for her water bottle, which she then gratefully gulped from. Lilith had already set up beforehand, it would appear, and Althea lingered off slightly to the side, observing from afar and listening in on the conversations that took place. Her eyes gazed upon Rhea - she was quite small so her worry was difficult to stifle - ensuring that the girl was still holding up okay, and then the rest of the princesses so as to make certain of the same thing. She wiped at her forehead and neck with a small spare towel that she had brought along in her bag as she did, knowing her tendency to sweat a bit.

Lilith’s explanation was detailed and, well, enough for Althea to follow at least. Tucking her towel back into her pack, Althea hefted it up onto her shoulders a bit to adjust its weight as she prepared herself for the portal to open. As she did so, tilted her head back and looked up at the sky once more, drawing in a deep breath through her nose so as to inhale the scents of the Earth one more time before leaving. With a big exhale, she lowered her head and saw that Lilith had begun moving her wand, her lips forming words that made no meaning to Althea and the other princesses but all of the meaning to the magic within them. Instinctively she reached out, straining a bit to do so as she had been practicing so intensely over the past few weeks and was a bit drained, but pushed herself despite the fact in order to help Lilith to the best of her ability. Her fingers tightened around her straps, her knuckles whitening, and fresh beads of sweat broke out across her brow as she focused.

The moment that the portal opened, it was like the air was sucked out of the surrounding area, but not exactly. Althea could still breathe, so there was clearly still air, but there was almost a constricting feeling to the air, as though she were being stifled or an animal of some sort were laying on her chest. It wasn’t necessarily an unpleasant feeling, but at the same time, it wasn’t pleasant either.

Aurora’s scream jerked Sia from her daze, startling her and bringing her gaze to Meridian’s spiraling figure in the air, Aurora tumbling after her. Eyes widening in shock, Althea mentally said her prayers to the Goddesses above, gripped her bag straps tightly with both hands, and charged forward after them.

There were a lot of things that Althea was expecting when she ran headfirst through the portal. The surge of magical energy came as no surprise - she had calculated that much - and the brilliant colors were to be expected from basically every cinematic work in history involving magic or insane travel of some sort. What she was not expecting, however, was the exit.

When the portal opened and revealed a rather green, rather pretty, yet rather high treeline, Artemisia instantly felt her blood go cold and her heart plummet. Her stomach dropped and she instantly felt sick, any thrill from the travel whisked away from her in an instant as sheer terror swept through her body. Before they could make contact with the trees, however, they were seemingly caught by an unseen force and safely landed on the ground. For Artemisia, though, this gave little comfort as she was placed on solid ground yet on trembling legs. Her expression was one of sheer terror with a dampness coating her cheeks, and her already fair complexion was a ghastly white. Her legs gave out as soon as she was set upon them and she collapsed to her knees, her palms in the dirt and her fingers curling in the blades of the grass. Small gasps shook her shoulders, ones of relief over the fact that was once more on the ground and no longer so high up, and the spots where her hands clutched shimmered a beautiful green-gold, spreading and snaking across a few centimeters, sprouting beautiful little wildflowers where it touched.

Artemisia was so absorbed in her relief that she didn’t notice the petite, cute fairy that approached her side at first. When she did, it was due to the woman gently placing a hand on her shoulder and an almost instant wave of calmness cascading over her. Her shoulders stilled and her tears slowed, her soft chokes silencing. Turning her now-rosy face upwards, her gaze met that of a gentle honey one which sparkled with an underlying sense of humor and wonder, adventure and excitement. Pointed ears jutted from each side of her head, encompassed by short, soft light hair that glinted in the beautiful sunny rays. Rosy cheeks sprinkled with a light splay of freckles across a dainty nose rested above a set of plump, pink lips, bringing together a cute, heart shaped face belonging to the one and only Aura, who was now fixating a patiently amused yet somewhat sad gaze upon the princess before her, hands resting upon her hips. A small smile crossed her lips, one that held happiness yet a hint of unhappiness to it.

”Hey there, Small Bite; it’s been a long time.”

As soon as the woman spoke, a new wave of tears broke through Artemisia’s eyes, this one tears of happiness. She immediately rose and threw her arms around the woman, her joy evident in her actions. The woman laughed softly and hugged the girl back gently, lightly patting her between her shoulders for a moment before stepping back, holding her at arm’s length and looking her up and down. Aura withdrew a small hanky from a pouch at her waist and used it to dry Artemisia’s face, which was red and swollen from her tears but now held a smile of relief over seeing a familiar and loved face.

”M-Miss Aura? You … You’re alive? You have no idea what I would have done if you would not have made it,” she breathed out, her features relaxing a bit. She couldn’t ease up until they had rescued Appy and the princes, but at least she knew that her teacher and long time family friend was safe and sound. Aura stepped forward and waved her arm out, bending forward at the waist, elegantly bowing with a flourish before Artemisia. ”M’lady, if you’ll entrust me to your care, I will gladly assist you,” she exclaimed exaggeratedly, drawing a giggle of amusement from Artemisia’s lips who quickly complied by offering up her heavy backpack which the woman took in kind. With that taken care of, it seemed that the rest of the princesses were just about ready to go and recovered from the trip as well, so she prepared to leave, straightening her clothes and gear from the teleportation, ensuring that nothing had broken or been misplaced. Once she was situated, mask hiding half of her face once more, she hedged closer to Aura, preferring a familiar presence over the uncertain ones that were those of the princesses as she awaited Miss Lilith’s and Queen Eowyn’s instructions.

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7 Characters Present

Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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”I hope you find home,
In the same person who gives you hope.”
~Kavya Dixin
Speech Code ~ #FF0000
| Thought Code ~ #FF8000




The house was still exactly the same as it had been only a couple of weeks prior. They weren’t given much time to study anything, though, before the final two princesses arrived and Lilith scurried them off. Oriane just went with it, moseying alongside the other women, and eventually found herself sharing a vehicle with Meridian and Euphemia. The overall mood was somber, and she spent the ride staring out the window, snagging her last few peaks of Earth before they would leave for who knew how long.

When they finally arrived, it was at a state park that she had been to a few times growing up. Her family had enjoyed the trails and camping, finding it to be a cheap getaway they all could enjoy, and this park was close so it had been the chosen destination a handful of times over the years. Stepping from the car, she found herself studying the breaks in the trees where trails began, half-expecting a portal to just pop up in one of them, or something like Alice in Wonderland. Who knew what could happen now?

A head shake and she was trudging over to join the group. It was hard to feign excitement; she was definitely too nervous for that. So instead, she chose silence, a rare occurrence for her generally talkative self. She did perk up a bit when Artemisia plopped a box before them and almost shyly announced her gift to them, because it was that, wasn’t it? A gift? When none of the other girls made an immediate move, she decided to take the first step and popped open the box, rifling through until she had found an outfit encased in a cloth bag that was labeled with her birth name. She made quick work of undoing the end of the bag, and within moments had withdrawn her own outfit, which was surprisingly well-suited to her tastes. Lowering it into her lap, she gave the other girl a smile. ”Thank you so much, Artemisia. That was really nice of you. I love it. You too, Rhea; it seems to be made really well!” she turned her grin on the girl in question, a thumbs up sent her way.

After that, there seemed to be little to say as they began their journey - how far would they have to walk? - and the silence was a bit awkward, at least in her own opinion. She had slipped her new outfit into her bag, intent on trying it on as soon as they arrived in Rhindeval, and had a tad more of a skip to her step after the nice surprise.

Their final stop was in a clearing, and Oriane studied the supplies that had already been delivered ahead of time. The awe she felt each time Lilith had performed magic didn’t lessen no matter how often she saw it, and she doubted it would ever go away. Magic was so fascinating.

Of course, all of her happy thoughts on magic were dashed away when she, unfortunately, could do nothing to help with opening the portal. Try as she might, she had yet to develop any abilities of her own, much to her disappointment. Not for a lack of trying, though; she had spent two weeks pushing herself to the point of physical exhaustion any chance she had, attempting to break through into something.

When the portal opened, it was like a vacuum had sucked most of the air out of the immediate area almost instantly. She felt constricted, almost as though an immense pressure were pushing down on her from all angles. The startled cries of the other women as they more or less tumbled into the vortex jerked her attention. One after another they fell through, and she found herself mentally preparing, just as she had when she went skydiving for the first time. With a few quick breaths to build up some momentum, she shot forward.

Only to feel her feet whisked out from beneath her, sending her head over bottom as she, too, flailed through the portal. Shots of rainbow-esque hues whizzed past her, so quickly they nearly blurred, and then with a bright flash of light, she was suddenly looking up at the azure sky, wind slamming past her deafeningly. The faint screams of the other princesses fell on her ears, and she found herself rotating mid-air, her body moving on its own as it recalled her many free-falling adventures. As she looked down at the trees below, fast approaching, she brought her arms up in front of her face as though to prepare for the impact, her heart hammering in her chest.

Yet, the crash never came. Instead, she found herself jerked to a sudden stop and when her hands lowered once more, her feet were firmly planted on the ground. Legs trembling only ever-so-slightly with residual adrenaline, Oriane rolled her shoulders and dropped her bag onto the ground at her feet. A cursory glance around the area revealed the other girls - Sia was a blubbering mess, girl clearly couldn’t handle heights, poor thing - and after a moment her gaze landed on an unfamiliar, pretty blond woman.

A pretty blond woman with wings.

Sputtering in disbelief, her words meshed together into an unintelligible blob. So instead, she chose to not speak, watching as the woman - fairy? - approached Sia and the two had a rather touching reunion. From what she gathered, this ‘Aura’ had been some sort of mentor to the twins when they were younger. After a few seconds of stunned staring, Oriane found her eyes wandering once more, only then taking in the sudden appearance of several more winged human-like creatures.

Her hand popped up in the air, though, and despite herself, she was unable to stop her words, ever the foot-in-mouth type. ”Uh, are we just gonna ignore the fact that we’re surrounded by literal fairies?” It was at that moment, as the words finished leaving her lips, that she spotted the fairy Queen, only recognizing her from the magical facetime they had experienced back in Lilith’s basement a few weeks ago. A sheepish grin and a somewhat shy wave, Oriane let out a small, embarrassed laugh. ’Oh, h-hey Queen Eowyn. How you doin’?” she shot her the double finger guns, praying against all odds that the woman would at least find her amusing, if not less than annoying.

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Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion Character Portrait: Xiaoli Feng Character Portrait: Kaito Yoshioka Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers Character Portrait: Richard Livingstone
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”Patriotism is the indispensable weapon,
In the defense of civilization again barbarism.”
~Bill Kristol

Speech Code ~ #088A29
| Thought Code ~ #DF7401
Edith Speech Code ~ #8904B1 | Edmund Speech Code ~ #B40404




The retrieval of horses was swift, and within mere minutes they were on route to the pub in question, Radland leading the way, albeit clumsily. When the group of them reached the eatery, Ryder wasted no time, instead dropping from the horse mid-ride. His mount made some sounds of frustration, startled by the sudden change, but eventually made its way to a nearby trough for some water. Without a care for the steed - it was not his horse anyway - he strode through the doors of the establishment, holding them open for queen, bowing as she strode through the entry. She gave him no time for introductions, instead demanding explanations for the current state of the place.

With that, her own personal interrogations began, starting with Adrian before migrating onto the owner. He was wise not to argue, but instead allowed her to view his memories of the events, and once done she seemed at least somewhat satisfied. Ryder took the time to study the inside of the building, which was for the most part utterly destroyed. Holes scattered across the walls, pairing well with the equal amount of holes in the windows. Most of the chairs were broken, as were several of the tables, and there was even a large hole in the roof - lords knew how they managed that one. The few civilians who still remained, many of the patrons having fled when the fight first began, were standing huddled amongst one another, several of them practically shaking in their boots. Whether it was from the presence of their queen or due to the recent disaster they had witnessed, who knew. He did note the decapitated body and head nearby, the pool of blood around it already solidifying into a disgusting jelly-like substance. A few orders later and she was - much to Ryder’s satisfaction and glee - onto disciplining the water amoeba that was the ’ship captain’.

It was nearly impossible to hide the smirk that threatened, so he settled for resting a hand over his mouth in an attempt to hide it. A snort unfortunately did escape at the mention of Aetherius having to report to Ryder himself. Oh, sweet, karmic justice - who knew you could taste so good? The look on the man’s face only secured the deal and Ryder found himself turning away, cheeks practically bulging as he, albeit successfully, fought down his laughter.

This is going to be extremely fun.

His queen continued her orders, moving onto Haru, who looked somewhat like a spanked puppy, and then the remaining nobles, who nearly argued in protest before remembering who it was they were speaking to and deciding it best to hold their tongues. Finally, when she turned to him and apologized, he found himself somewhat startled. Why would she apologize? None of this was her fault, after all. It was that obtuse, sorry excuse of an over-promoted fisherman who was at fault. Unfortunately, Ivelda gave him no time to respond, instead whisking away and taking off for the castle. He paused only long enough to toss Aetherius a satisfied smirk before following after her, after the loyal lapdog. It didn’t take long to return, and when they reached the extravagant buildings, he quickly bid his queen goodnight, intent on finishing his duties before finally - finally - being able to retire to his rooms and have a maid deliver his supper.

It did not take long to summon servants to gather the family heads, and just as little of time to gather the leaders. His duties done - he was not needed for this part - he thankfully trudged to his quarters, the weariness of the past few weeks settling deep within his bones. His stomach growled, protesting the lack of sustenance he’d provided for it thus-far, and he rubbed it sympathetically. ”Do not fret, stomach of mine - soon we shall bathe, eat, drink, and rest.” He was looking forward to a bottle of wine and a good book.

Once he had made his way to and inside of his rooms, he stripped himself bare and made his way to the bathing room, snagging a towel en route. The rooms were exquisite, given his status, and the maids had already been forewarned of his arrival so the tub was filled with steaming, scented liquid. A trio of maids stood beside it, each of them bearing a horrific scar of some sort on their faces, their heads turned down ever-so-slightly. Despite their obvious attempts, they were unable to entirely hide their lustful gazes. The two with darker hair were more demure, flickering bashful glances his way as he strode across the room, but the brunette was a bit more brazen. Her head remained raised, her eyes focused on him and the ghost of a smile hovering across her lips. He flicked a glance at them but brushed it aside, one foot slipping into the warm water, a soft sigh escaping him unbidden. When he had fully lowered himself into the tub, he let his head fall back, the heat of the bath soothing his aching muscles.

The maids set to work, one on his head and the other two divided on each side of him. The bath was soothing, and he found himself relaxing, enjoying the scent of lilacs soaking into his skin. Too soon it was over and he found himself rising, water dripping from his body with soft clinks into the tub below. The brunette flushed a crimson red, a hand moving up to hide her mouth, even someone as forward as her struck dumb at the sight of a man so akin to that of a god on earth. As he shook out his hair, he turned a stony gaze on the girl, hand outstretched for a towel. She gave it to him obediently, her brain coming to a complete standstill.

Within minutes he was dry and dressed, having made his way to the sitting room as he ruffled his hair with the towel. The maids with darker hair had set about cleaning the bathing chambers, and the brunette had taken to assisting him with his dinner time. It was late, but they were on duty until the job was done, so ever the loyal servant, the brunette began the process of serving him his dinner.

Supper was quick and he soon found himself passing off any further servings, instead motioning with his chalice to be refilled. By this point, it was solely the brunette left with him, the glowing embers of the fire sparking to life with each sudden crackle. The room spun a bit, but it was an entertaining motion, filling his stomach with the thrill that he felt when he had first learned to ride a horse. Eyes on the liquid in the goblet, he swirled it around in circles - his sixth glass at this point, he was certainly tipsy, if not drunk. The thought amused him, for it was interesting that such substances could affect the human body and mind in such a way.

A brush of skin and he saw a hand appear, followed by the soft brown tresses that belonged to the maid from before. He had nearly forgotten she was there, but it was clear she was intent on making her presence known. As she moved to refill his cup, he felt the soft slide of body-to-arm - soft body - and for a moment he could only stare down at the supple curves that disappeared just below the top of her shirt. When he raised his eyes once more, they were darker, the alcohol having warmed and slipped into him enough that his inhibitions were slightly jarred. Their gazes locked and before he could stop her, she had moved forward and brushed her lips to his - and he did not stop her.

An hour had passed, Ryder having ensured that no one was near his chambers and the doors and windows were fully secure. He was not truly worried for himself, but more so for the girl and what Ivelda would do should she find out. Thankfully, he had enough presence of mind to take those precautions and others before proceeding, despite his alcohol-induced state. So, around an hour later he was ushering the young woman into dressing herself once more and leaving. It wouldn’t do to have her discovered, and the longer they dallied the more likely they were to be found out.

When she left, he flicked each lock in turn before sighing and making his way back towards his now-disheveled bed. A hand moved out and snagged up the rest of the bottle of wine as he passed it - might as well finish it - and he stumbled to the side of it, dropping down dramatically when he was able to. As he drank, he gaze up at the ceiling, the only illumination in the entire room coming from the dying embers in the fireplace nearby.

It was difficult to say how much time had passed, and Ryder was unsure if he had fallen asleep or just entirely zoned out into a drunken stupor, but he suddenly found himself hyperfocusing. Something had triggered his awareness, and despite the state he was in, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, squinting as he peered around the now-dark room. The fire had completely died, leaving it pitch black, and it took a few moments to bring anything into focus, his intoxicated state not helping whatsoever. When he did finally clear his vision enough to make most things out, he found himself confused, leaning forward and squinting even further.

There at the foot of his bed, stood a dark, shadow-like form. It was a blob,barely able to be made out, but it was definitely humanoid and definitely female. Ryder rubbed his eyes, expecting the phantom to disappear, but when he opened them again, it was still there. A hand reached out, as though he were intent to grab it, but as soon as his fingers came into contact, it vanished. His arm jerked back, opposite hand rubbing at the one that touched it despite nothing having been done to it. He stared at the spot where the figure had been, confusion and shock mixed together with uncertainty.

”What the fuck was that?”

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”I reward loyalty with loyalty,
And disloyalty with pain.”
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*Warning: This post may contain bodily harm that could be triggering*




The fact that a feast would be thrown in Ryder’s honor and not his own caused Alcinder’s blood to boil. Of course, he couldn’t bring harm to his queen’s closest advisor, but he could definitely revel in the thoughts of doing so. Perhaps one day, if he was lucky, he would get the thrill of plucking the man’s fingernails slowly, one by one, as his screams sang in his ears.

But alas, for now, he was forced to settle with an intense, murderous glare in the man’s direction, teeth bared into a sneer behind his mask. What he wouldn't give to rip him limb-from-limb ...

The rest of the night passed uneventfully, ending with him taking a plate from the feast and practically scurrying back to his abode. Unfortunately, so did the following couple of weeks. Alcinder spent his days in his beloved dungeons, torturing the unlucky souls who were dragged to him for one thing or another, mostly the possibility of treason given the recent events. It wasn’t enough, though; he wanted more. More bloodshed, more screams. It left him restless, unable to contain his energy. He found himself wandering the castle halls at night, frightening the occasional servant when he would suddenly appear near them. This gave him amusement; they were all so scared of him, and it was absolutely hilarious!

So there he was, traversing the massive estate late into the night once more. He had heard of the incident from earlier at the pub - that Aetherius was freaking hilarious, he oughta buy the man a drink sometime - and was even more amused by the chatter over the death that had followed the brawl.

Hands in his pockets as he walked, his ever-present mask for once not on his face, it revealed surprisingly gentle features when relaxed. His ruby eyes scanned the lengths of the hallways as he strode, and he paused only when he heard hushed whispers followed by the slamming of a door. A glance around the corner and down the walkway he had been about to turn into, stood a disheveled maid adjusting her clothing, her hair an absolute mess around her head and her makeup smeared. It was clear what she had just been doing, but when he flicked his gaze at the door she stood before, it all became too clear. A small smirk turned his lips. What a perfect opportunity for revenge.

So Alcinder waited until the maid had turned and begun away from Sir Ryder’s door, struggling with her buttons as she moved. Only then did he follow her, his footsteps a ghost in the wind. Even if she had listened, she would not have heard his approach. Unfortunately for the girl, she did not notice his presence until it was already too late. Hands moved out and grasped her face, muffling her screams of surprise and terror, and with one swift movement he had knocked her unconscious. It took little work to drag her limp body down to his dungeons, given his overall innate strength he was more than capable of tossing her over his shoulder.

What a pleasant little surprise for his queen when she awoke. She would be furious, no doubt, but at least he would get one last praise from the woman he deemed the light in his darkness before she left for her excursion. In the meantime … He jerked his head towards his men, the two having awoken at the sound of his return. He dropped the maid's limp body onto the straw matt in the corner of the cell, brushed his hands together, and motioned in her direction. She seemed to be rousing, at least slowly, the plop on the ground less than gentle and more than enough to wake her.

”Enjoy, boys.” With that, he left, not a care in the world for the mess he had left behind. The shrieks that slowly rose as she finally realized what was happening sent a tingling through his ears with their beautiful melody. Come morning, he would have the joy of cutting out her tongue and feeding it to the pigs.

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"What is the meaning of this?!" Ivelda's voice cuts through the silence of the tavern, shrill and angry. He's a little surprised; she'd gotten here much faster than expected, giving him so little time to really gear himself up for her presence and whatever followed. Yù míng, Ash, and the rest of his crew are quick to bow or curtsey along with the rest of those in the tavern, both seeming pale at the arrival of their queen of all people after what they'd done. Still, Aetherius keeps himself situated in front of them both; whatever happened, he wouldn't let them suffer direct punishment for defending themselves against the trash that was nothing more than a corpse on the dirty wood floor now.

It seems she's keen on speaking only to Adrian initially rather than the clear "culprit," or so he feels he looks with blood-stained front and a decapitated head just a little ways away from his feet. Not that he minds; the less outright attention there is on he and his crew from the get-go, the better. Yù míng herself retreated back to join the other members of the crew at this point, just a few paces away, though Ash still remains just to his side, loyal - or perhaps stubborn - as always.

Ivelda moves off to the barkeep at that point, and he internally curses at himself. Of course she would check memories, but had the man even seen the moment of death? He'd practically been cowering behind the bar itself with Adrian guarding at the front, but who knew, he might've chanced a look over the top at the right moment.

At the very least it seems they won't be getting away completely free, but Aetherius had expected as much. They'd been stuck doing repairs before in the past after things like this, so a "punishment" of that type wouldn't be anything more than an annoyance. One with a little more weight and irritation all the same, given the length of time it would last. Months, if not more depending on how long her trip lasted and however long she decided to keep him here even after that. And all the while he'd have to-

Blinking once, his gaze moves over to the blond man who had been with Ivelda this entire time. Aetherius hadn't even noticed him until now, had he been here the whole time? All the same, his brows furrow more at that; as if being stuck on land wasn't frustrating enough, he had to report to the dog too? He supposes she must really want to teach him a lesson. If he weren't already on edge and focusing on his crew, maybe he'd do more than give the irritable, "tch," in Ryder's direction, especially at his clear amusement over the situation. He'd let him enjoy things for now; Aetherius has no doubt he can turn that amusement and glee into dread soon enough.

Any words he may have spoken are silenced when Ivelda leans in closer anyway, whispered words for only him to hear. A clear confirmation that she had seen the truth of his "murder," that he should consider himself lucky. It carries the undertones of a threat, something that makes him tense more, leaves his grip on his glaive tightening until his knuckles turn white and risk damaging the staff of the weapon. Still, he keeps himself still, keeps his lips tight before he can think to carelessly say something that might make the woman rethink her...mercy.

He barely manages a, "thank you, Your Majesty," once she pulls away, another bow in her direction as she seems to be finished speaking to him, an acknowledgement of everything she'd said.

It seems Haru is added to undesirable people he'll have to be dealing with for the next few weeks, at least for as long as it takes to repair the tavern. Between unspoken threats, a murder, the insufferable nobles, and Ryder, he doesn't even have it in him to mock them, let alone laugh or sneer when Ivelda gives out the nobles' punishments. There is far too much else on his mind to care about something as simple as that, however well deserved and amusing it is.

Eventually Ivelda and Ryder depart, Adrian and Haru eventually following, and silence falls over the tavern again, some of the nobles trying to quickly sneak out of the building while they can with their queen's dismissal, keeping as far away as they can from the body of their so-called "friend" and his killer to save their own necks in case he lost it again.

Several more moments pass, Ash's gaze unsure as it looks up at him before he turns around, hand waving in the air without meaning, "If we want to have the chance to sleep tonight at a decent time, it'll be in our best interest to get started on cleaning up." He mutters, hand moving out to take hold of the headless body of Gaul, left in the pool of coagulating blood. He'd at least toss it outside to be collected before it began to reek, he supposes. "Start getting the broken things out into the street so we can get them out of the way." Hoisting the body up a bit more once he manages to take hold of the head too by a handful of hair, he glances back at the others once more, scowl forming over his lips.

"What the hell are you waiting for? Get your asses started if you want to have something to eat and somewhere to sleep tonight!"

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He's always found that news travels quickly among people. Gossip is often used as a pastime for most, rumors or stories involving colleagues, superiors, or the general public, typically the scandalous type that got people excited even if it often was barely the truth, more so exaggerations or completely baseless lies. He's never been the type to be interested when he's caught conversations of his subordinates involving those matters; a waste of time if not outright cruel depending on who is involved and what's being said. Why should he worry if a noble lady was having an affair with a servant, or a noble man supposedly was trying to court someone new right after divorcing his wife? It usually meant nothing to him.

Of course, rumors around Aetherius Ruelle were quite common. He supposes it's quite easy to come up with them with the man's character, and there are times when even Jiayi isn't sure if the rumors are completely false or unfounded after having known him for most his life. So when word suddenly travels that Baron Radland had arrived and claimed that the man had killed a noble, and that Ivelda and Ryder had gone to investigate, he can't help but feel that this so-called rumor was at least based on the truth, even if every time he caught someone speaking on it again it sounded more and more outlandish. How did people always manage to exaggerate and change the details of such things so quickly?

So perhaps he isn't entirely surprised when there's a servant calling for him to report to his Queen, though it could be entirely unrelated to the rumors and more just to make his final report of his inspections and to make sure things were finalized for her departure in the morning. What a mess of a situation she had to deal with just the day before; he certainly hoped it wouldn't cause her any issues or extra stress added on top of everything else, though he supposes Aetherius had a knack for creating situations or holding behaviors that very well would and had often at this point.

Still, even if he was rough around the edges, Aetherius was a good man. Jiayi knew that, and even considered him a friend like he did most of the others. He had no desire for the man to suffer through any severe punishments or come into harm's way because of those things.

The servant quietly guides him through the halls of the palace after Jiayi charges Serephis with taking his place in directing the royal guard in his place until he returns. Things had gone smoothly for the most part, and he truthfully didn't have much to report, but it was customary to at least give an "all good" before she left, let her rest a little easier on her journey.

He notes that the halls are particularly empty, no sign of any of the other men he shared a status with, though he imagined several of them were helping with clean up for the tavern mess, and others were out doing their own things if not checking in for the night; it had been a rather...eventful passage of time since the attempted assassination, and he couldn't help but look forward to turning in for the night himself once his responsibilities and shifts were over. A full meal, and the comfort and warmth of his bed. What more could he wish for?

Eventually the doors of the throne room come into view, and he gives a quiet word of thanks to the servant before she's off to resume her regular work, a small curtsy and smile in his direction on her way out. An inhale in, a slow exhale out, and he recorrects his posture before pushing the door open, a quiet stride into the ornate room that Queen Ivelda typically resided in day to day. And as expected, there she sits in her throne, powerful presence and a put-together appearance despite the stress and perhaps even fear she had endured for a period up to this point.

He sweeps into a practiced bow before her with ease, "Your Majesty," long hair falls over his shoulders and pools onto the spotless ground for a moment before he's rising back up to his full height, "inspections were concluded just moments before you requested my presence. Any issues that arose were minor and taken care of. Otherwise, everything else is perfectly in order." A pause, "the knights you selected to accompany you on your travels are prepared and ready to depart with you whenever you give the word. Is there anything else you required of me, my Queen?"

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Practically as soon as she arrives with Rhea, they're all off again. Lilith only gives them enough time to listen to her explain some final things and they're ushered out the door, Euphemia ending up in Meridian's car with Oriane. It's practically a silent ride minus the radio itself, or the brief moment that she'd rolled her window down to get air when she started feeling car sick. Or maybe the nausea arose out of the anxieties and fears of what they were heading towards. A "no return" sort of trip. Her phone in her hand, her knuckles are practically white as she grips at it, tries to bite back the feeling of burning in her eyes as tears try to form. As if she wanted to ruin her image by being the seemingly only one to cry on their way there, all the others capable of holding it together.

A final message from Tatsuya, a last little goodbye and a picture of his cat with a simple, "Soup's going to miss you," that stupid name she'd jokingly given when he'd been trying to figure one out for the stray kitten he took in, and for some reason decided to stick with it. "He really likes your bed though, hope you don't mind." Of course she didn't, he'd slept on it hundreds of times before when she'd babysat him or Tatsuya had just brought him over. Besides, she...wouldn't be back to sleep on it for...

Another wave of nausea, she rolls the window down and pokes her head out again when they're off the freeway and driving slow enough to not bother anyone else with the wind. Would Rhindeval's air feel the same as Earth's? She couldn't remember it, even with all those old memories back and constantly rotating around in her mind. If anything, it might feel cleaner. Medieval as it looked in the images she could recall, there probably wasn't much in the way of pollution there.

Eventually, the car slows to a full stop, and she hesitates on her way out of it, every step feeling like another seal on the entirety of whatever this deal was. Each one closer to no turning back.

Meridian brings up the worries over the cars, and Euphemia barely stifles a sarcastic snicker despite herself, a half mumbled, "what, don't want to end up as the next big unsolved case on some true crime podcast?" That's probably exactly what it would look like, though. Two cars that arrived, a group of girls and a woman off into the woods, and then never seen again with no leads and no bodies. She wasn't exactly keen on ending up in a story like that in the time she was gone, though. It would only make return that much more awkward, if she ever even made it back.

So when Lilith shrinks the cars into tacky keychains, she's at a loss for words for a moment, and then irritable that this wasn't disclosed before. Not that she felt her motorcycle would be difficult to store and keep in good shape under Tatsuya's care, but still. It would have been nice to not have to worry about that at all. Ugh... What a joke. At least it cleared things up that way.

And then comes the box of outfits. Euphemia stares at it for a moment, brows furrowing slightly at all the different pairs, but as others being to shuffle through and take their pick, she eventually follows suit. None of them were her style, not even the one that she pulls out that's for her, but she wasn't going to turn down a gift, and god knows what she was wearing now wouldn't fly in fantasy land once they were there. So she shoves the clothes into her duffle bag with a few mutters under her breath. Rhea was a fashion design major and Artemisia was often involved in the drama department, so at the very least she could trust that the two had probably done a good enough job on fitting them and making sure they were comfortable. She'd find out eventually when she was forced to put it on.

The hike begins moments later, and Euphemia finds it unpleasant. She wasn't out of shape, but hiking had never really been her favorite thing to do in the world, and carrying a heavy bag along with her up the trail - and eventually off trail, god, why?! - didn't help. Still, they eventually arrive at their supposed destination, though to her it just looked like more forest and more dirt. Is this where she tells us she's fooled all of us and now we're going to die? Or join her freaky cult? And then she opens up the portal, and Euphemia tries to force herself to accept things for the hundredth - no, thousandth time. Will I ever get used to this? Doubt it.

Before she can have anymore time to process things, the others are already jumping through. One, two, three, four, and five...until she was the only one left. Swallowing hard, she took one last glance behind herself, to Lilith who was clearly struggling, and rushed forward.

A rush of energy, colors, and then air. If she wasn't on the verge of throwing up before, she was now as she plummeted down towards the trees below, no parachute to stop her fall or something soft to land on at the bottom, just pointed trees that would shred her body to bits and pieces or the ground that would leave her a bloodied, broken mess when she hit, if not completely obliterate her body. She wants to scream, but the air is gone from her lungs, so nothing more than a hoarse wheeze comes out, the sound completely lost in the rush of wind anyway.

Just when she thinks this really might be it, something slows her fall, a careful catch that slows her before she impales herself on a tree branch. It's so sudden that she nearly keels over midair, if that's even possible. Nearly falling to her death and then just floating to grassy floor? That would throw anyone for a shock. Would that not be considered psychological torture of some kind?

Eventually her feet find stability, and she can't help but stumble back a pace or two, leaning against the nearest tree as she tries to catch her breath through awkward wheezes. Some of the others seemed okay, most not, so at least she didn't have to be entirely embarrassed over the state she found herself in. Wouldn't any normal person feel like they were on the verge of passing out after something like that?

Of course, her gaze doesn't stay down forever, and the cold sweat beading out over...her whole body at this point...doesn't stop even when she takes in the sight of the strangers around them. Fairies. Right, because that-

Was normal. It was normal here. She needs to force herself to get used to this before her mind breaks and she never recovers.

There's a pretty blonde one talking to Artemisia now, another one with silvery hair speaking with Lilith, and then Queen Eowyn who Euphemia already knew at this point. There's others walking - or flying - around too, but it's enough new faces that she doesn't take the time to try and commit them to memory at this point. Who knew if she'd see them again after today? She didn't know what Lilith or the fae queen had planned for them after all, and wouldn't until the two of them started talking to more than just the other fairy-people and Lilith.

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Ivelda was pleased to see Jiayi arrive in a timely manner and was quick to update her on what she assigned him to do today. One less bump in the road. Jiayi never gave her any issues. She was glad she decided to keep him here in Lostein in the royal guard. The interesting thing about Lostein's soldiers was most of them weren't apart of the original guard for a good chunk of them had been killed when she took over with her own army she had gathered from outside of Rhindeval. The reason why no one could find Ivelda for a couple of years because she was on the other side of the planet gathering men. It had happened right after she sold her soul to Asmodeus. Few of the kingdoms there had plenty of blood thirsty men and women wanting to seek adventures here. Some of the men from this army would be made nobles here.

When Jiayi finished his report, Ivelda smiled and replied, "Wonderful job, Jiayi. There is something I would require of you sadly since I know the day is late. Aetherius and his crew were involved in a fight with some of nobles' sons and one of them was killed in the commotion. The boy dared tried assaulting one of Aetherius's crew members and ended up paying the price for it. Needless to say the tavern they were in has massive damage to it. It's the Fisherman's Wharf Tavern near the docks. Aetherius and his crew do have to help with the clean up and restoration of the place. I've notified Ryder to oversee the restoration of the place and to keep Aetherius and his crew busy while I am gone. What I need you to do is to get several guards and help with the clean up today at least. Aetherius and his crew technically started the fight, but those nobles' sons instigated them in the first place so they're going to be punished too. I am going to give you a list of each these young men's names because I want one guard with each of them for they will be doing servant work throughout the town and I don't want them causing their temporary employers any grief. These guards are mostly there for security reasons. This will only happen for a month though. They'll only be working for 6 hours a day though. Here's the list."

She took a parchment and held it out to Jiayi to accept it. After he accepted it, Ivelda dismissed him to do his new duty. A minute later the Heads of the houses the young men were from, including Gaul's father. It would take another 30 minutes before things were settled with them. Needless to say the men were mortified and angry but promised to shape up the boys. She promised Gaul's father that she would have a servant get Gaul's body (and head) to the Cline residence so they could have a private funeral.

After they left, a servant announced Haru's arrival. He had been waiting for ten minutes. When he came in, he bowed and apologized.

"Your majesty, I wanted to say I am truly sorry for not living up to your expectations. I know Aetherius has a short temper and I should have never prodded him. I'll definitely do my best to work along side him civilly in the coming weeks."

It was the best he could do. He didn't know if he could ever fully get along with Aetherius, but he wouldn't let himself act like this ever again.

"See that you do, Haru. Do you have that list?"

Haru nodded and gave the list to his queen. With that he retired to his quarters to get something to eat. Ivelda was relieved she was almost done. All she had to do was check on Alcinder to see if he required anything of her. First, she sent out a servant to get Gaul's head and body to the Cline residence. Leaving the throne room, she made her way to the dungeons. Hearing screams was normal here, but she also heard a sound she rarely heard, the sound of grunting along with the screaming. She took a sniff and her eyes widen, recognizing that scent anywhere. She had dabbled in such activity over the years, mostly with Jiayi's uncle no less. Rushing to the source of the smell, she soon came upon Alcinder.
She was relieved to see he wasn't the source.

"Alcinder, what is happening here? I smell and hear erotic activity. Also, do you require anything from my annual trip?"




Adrian kept on working, making sure to help with the heavier stuff. He also made a list of things that needed replacing. Nearly everything inside was a total lost and the building suffered damage too. He didn't bother trying to make conversation with Aetherius at first but did check on Yu Ming. All things considered she was fine. Soon a servant arrived and notified them of Ivelda's request to have Gaul's head and body be sent to his family's home since the Clines wanted it.

"Aetherius, I'll handle this since I know where their house is. I need to leave too so I can get home before it gets too dark. I'll be back tomorrow though."

He knew he didn't have to help, but he genuinely felt bad for Aetherius. Plus he would go mad if he didn't have anything to do for the next few months. He knew Aetherius put the head and body outside. Not wanting the public to see the head, he ended up wrapping it up in a ruined tablecloth and wrapped the body in another tablecloth too. He had to borrow a horse but needed to retrieve his own horse from the palace anyway. He would return the horse back to its home before leaving. So, after dropping Gaul's body and head off at the Cline residence, offering his condolences (even though he didn't think Gaul deserved it), he returned to the palace to pick up Scarlett and then returned to the tavern to drop off the borrowed horse. Soon he was on his way home.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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As assumed, it seemed that the others had already arrived before the two of them. Embarrassing to her to be one of the last to make it again, but really it was the least of her concerns in the moment. Being late was a miniscule issue in comparison to what they were about to do. Literally traveling across worlds. Her stomach feels like it flips at that thought, but the door is open before she can dwell too long on it, both her and Euphemia guided inside just for a brief moment. They're out to the cars practically right after anyway, Rhea herself joining Artemesia and Aurora in the latter's car. There's a small amount of chatter, and while she makes little attempts at small talk, eventually the ride turns into mostly silence and watching things pass by out the window.

Will any of my friends miss me? Did she even have any friends at this point? It certainly hadn't felt like it over the past few weeks.

Eventually they make it to the parking lot of the trailhead, one she's somewhat familiar with. She'd been on a few hiking dates here, though the workout she tended to get from the trail itself was usually nice when she had the time to go solo it. But if they were going off the beaten path, like Lilith said? It would probably be more of a challenge than she was used to. At least she'd brought along a pair of good shoes and worn something comfortable for this sort of thing. Hopefully the yoga pants wouldn't end up torn when they started traversing off the trail.

Artemisia is the one who brings the box of clothes out then, letting it sit on the ground in the middle of all of them. She'd been working on these with some of her classmates for the last two weeks, a large job that had ended up working as a final project for two of her classes. She was thankful towards her professor for letting her use it as that, given the amount of time it had taken out of her days to finish them all.

Each girl is taking their own after Artemisia explains, and Oriane even offers a thank you, Rhea giving a slightly brighter smile in return to her and a cheery, "it was a fun project, I hope I was able to get a look that fits your style! My brother always said I was a gifted seamstress, so if you need anything adjusted like Sia said, I'd be more than happy to fix up what's needed."

She's pulled her little set out then, a soft bag that feels light despite the amount of clothing inside. Her own outfit was perhaps one of the easiest ones, given she could fit it all to herself perfectly as she worked, not needing to guess or eyeball any of the measurements when she could gather them on her own, or rather knew them by heart at this point, given her work as a model meant she often had to provide those if they weren't being measured by tailors on site. Not to mention her own projects she sometimes put together herself. All in all, this outfit wouldn't be needing any adjustments, and she was perhaps a little excited to be able to actually start wearing it in a setting that called for it. The others' too; she looked forward to seeing how well her work had turned out.

The hike beings shortly, the now tiny cars and new clothes tucked away as they started up the trail. Most of the girls seem to fare rather okay throughout it, and she's relieved for that, though quick to offer a hand or encouragement to any who seem worn out or out of shape. "Just a little farther!" A mimic of what Mathias always told her on the rougher hikes, even if she knew it was usually a lie. How many times had he said that and the path ended up going for another two or three miles? She didn't even know where their final destination was though, so perhaps her little encouragemnt wasn't an outright lie.

Eventually they make it into a small break of the trees, a little more of an open space that's already lined with some bags of which she assumes belong to Lilith. It's a decent amount compared to what each of them had packed away to bring with them. What were they?

Not that she has long to wonder: Lilith is quick to begin opening up the portal to get them going, and soon there's a colorful tear in reality right in front of them, the feeling of wind almost feeling like gentle hands, caressing softly to draw her in. Meridian and Aurora are the first to go, and before she knows it, she's right on their heels. A flash of color, a rush of wind, an odd feeling and change in energy, and then she seems to be dumped out on the other side without much grace or care, tumbling around in the air for a moment as she clings to her bag tightly in a fetal position. But when the rush of wind and feeling of falling doesn't stop, she opens her eyes.

Perhaps it's a mistake when she realizes that she's maybe hundreds of feet in the air, plummeting right down to the ground. Whatever scream may have risen up inside her is lost when her vision seems to go dark.

When she opens her eyes again, it's a dizzy sensation as well as the feeling of something holding her under her back and knees. She blinks a few times, trying to stop the sway of her vision, before color and motion settles and she finds herself staring up at blonde hair and fair skin, pointed ears and red eyes.

The woman holding her finally looks down to her then, a slightly playful smile on her lips as she does. "Good morning, darling! It seems the little flight was too much for you, hm? Not to worry, I've got you safe and sound. I'll carry you for as long as you like, my little flightless bird.~" Scarlet colored wings buzz slightly behind her.

A more masculine voice from somewhere else, "don't tease the poor thing too much, Neveah. She's already been through an ordeal, don't you go and add to the trauma of it all."

"Aw, such a stick in the mud Virion!" She huffs, though just a breath later and she's shifting Rhea a bit, "let's get you back on your feet."

She lowers her to the ground smoothly, hand still on her back, and once her feet are on the ground the fairy's now free hand is moving to take one of Rhea's as another stabilizing hold. She wobbles slightly once upright, gaze traveling around awkwardly and catching sight of the man who had spoken earlier just a few paces away with his arms crossed over his chest, silvery wings low and still. He seems far more serious than the woman. Neveah.

All the same eventually she seems able to hold herself upright on her own, and Neveah is quick to let go, a short ruffle of Rhea's hair soon after with a cheerful, "your belongings are right at your feet, don't forget them!" before she's skipping off to where Virion is, the latter letting out a low sigh.

With things calmed, she can't help the own sigh that passes through his lips, a hand on her chest as she tries to calm her still racing heart. The forest around her is lush and full of life, both plants and - apparently - fae folk, some zipping around in the air, others on the ground, all watching them. While normally she's fine with attention, at the moment it almost feels like too much. Silently, she hopes they would be taken to where they'll stay for their duration here sooner rather than later; maybe then she'd be able to fully calm down.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue
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It took a few minutes for the princesses and Lilith to recover from their ordeal. Meridian normally loved a good thrill, but she wasn't expecting to fly into a portal either. She actually wondered if that just happened too. Once she was at 100% she grabbed a few of her bags, but her fairy companion, Fern, insisted on carrying the heavier bags with her magic.

"Princess Meridian, we'll be going through a labyrinth so I want you to focus on other things."

"Okay, I am just use to doing things on my own. It's going to take awhile to get used to being called princess again too. All of us lived as regular people on Earth."

"At least you lived a happy life right?"

"I can't speak for everyone, but I did. But now I feel regret for not being able to remember where I came from."

"All of you were under a spell, your highness. But your back and can do things now."

Meridian nodded. She honestly didn't know what they would do next though so decided to wait and see.

Seeing all the girls were ready, the queen instructed them, "Now, will all of you please follow me," before walking towards the trees.

Soon they reached the trees before Eowyn halted. This next part would prove to be a bit tricky. Oh taking the seal down wouldn't be too hard, but she would have to mask her own magic too. Murmuring ancient words, the queen carefully took away the seal. Only those within a mile of the seal would be able to feel it vanish, if they were to use magic themselves.

Aurora gasped at the immense energy radiating from the queen as the seal came down. Meridian was also surprised. Taking a deep breath, the queen turn the girls and Lilith.

"I would advise all of you stick near me please from here on out. This forest is filled with enchanted creatures, and some are quite dangerous. They will be part of your protection here though. The cabin within this forest is half a candlemark's time from here. The forest itself is like a labyrinth too so it's easy to get lost. There are marks along the way that show safe ways through the forest. You will learn how to use them in time. For now just follow me."

With that they all entered the forest. The trees were tall and easily blocked out most of the sunlight. The color of the trees varied from silver oaks to brown maples. It was foggy in certain areas too. Meridian and Aurora took cues from the fae and Lilith and kept quiet and alert. Meridian remembered being warned of these woods as a kid by both her parents as well as Richard's. Aurora got a similar warning, but remembered her mother telling her that one day she would have to brave these woods when she reached her majority to prove she was worthy of the crown of Traumet. She had asked why the test was here in Lostein and her mother said it was because the creatures that would test her would only be found here since they weren't found in any other area of Rhindeval. She'd never been told what those creatures were. She wondered if she would still have to do that. Probably not, but she couldn't help but wonder that.

About 30 minutes later they finally came to a bit of an opening where the trees weren't so close together. In the opening, the girls would be able to hear the running of a nearby stream and in front of them was the cabin, if one wanted to call it that. Aurora couldn't believe how big it was. Besides the main building, there was a smaller hut to the side and a garden on the other side, that was in need of help for it hadn't been tended to since the seal went up.

Lilith smiled and turned to the queen, "You were right about the size. Is it maintained?"

"Unfortunately, no due to the seal and I never put it under an enchanted sleep, but that's an easy fix," the queen said before waving her arms again and magic dust settled over the area and fixed everything, including the neglected garden.

"There, it'll be up to you to keep it maintained and clean for the rest of your stay here, and that includes the garden. There's a well in the back that you can use for water and a nearby stream can be used cleaning yourselves up. No tubs for baths unfortunately. The only tubs here are for cleaning your clothes and dishes. Why don't you girls put your things away really quick and then come out back near the well. I have a few things to tell you before leaving. Some of you will have to share rooms. Oh Lilith, there is a place for a magic study. I'll have my subjects bring your cauldron and other things there."

Nodding, Lilith waited for the other princesses to go inside before entering the cabin herself. Meridian and Aurora scoped out the place and saw there was a kitchen, living room with a fireplace, and dining room. The rest of the place was rooms, most of them bedrooms. Sadly there were no restrooms. After having put their stuff in their new rooms, Aurora and Meridian head out to see Lilith talking with Eowyn.

"Um, your majesty . . . uhhh . . . question. . . . say I need to take a . . . tinkle, where would I do that? I remember having a pot when I use to live here." Meridian asked, obviously uncomfortable talking about such things.

Eowyn smiled and giggled before saying, "The stream dear, but there are special cloths in the kitchen area. If you recall, they clean up easily in water. There's plenty of private areas around the stream too. Also you girls will be supplied with special cloths for your 'monthly needs'."

"Oh okay. Wow, this IS going to be a big adjustment. No running water or electricity."

Aurora merely shrugged. She hoped she'd be able to adjust to living this way again.

After all the girls came outside, Eowyn spoke up again.

"Now, down to business. My subjects will get all of your measurements so you can have clothing fitting for residents of Lostein. Also beginning tomorrow, your lessons will begin. You will need to relearn about Rhindeval's history and geography as well about things about each of the kingdoms. You will also need to learn the ways of magic and fighting. I can also feel each of your magic potential for your bloodlines are strong. Few of my subjects will remain here to make sure you learn these things. My subjects will be making visits to supply you with things for now for your safety is our #1 priority. Any questions so far?"

Aurora raised her hand.

"Your majesty, do you think we can get traveling clothes made? I just have this feeling we're going to be doing a lot of traveling. Also, I wanted to add that Rhea and Sia made each of us an outfit too."

Eowyn nodded before turning to Lilith, "I am assuming you're going to want to try and save the princes at one point?"

"Definitely."

Both Meridian and Aurora nodded, each with a serious look on their face.

"Well, then you'll probably want to know what they currently look like then. Iris, come forth please?"

Without saying anything, Iris came forward.

"When was the last time you saw all of the princes?"

"Four months ago. It was when they took that drink that keeps them under Ivelda's spell."

"And you've been keeping an eye on all of the other princes recently?"

"All except for Prince Richard and Valken, they've been gone these past few weeks."

"Good, I need you to bring for those memories of all of them so I can project their images to Lilith and the princesses."

Nodding, Iris stood still while Eowyn used her magic on the faerie.

"First Prince Richard." the queen said as an image of the red-headed prince appeared before the group.

Aurora gasped seeing him and Meridian whistled.

"Someone certainly had growth spurt."

"Queen Eowyn, you said he's a spy and assassin now?"

"Sadly yes. He's actually killed a few of his family members. Poor thing doesn't even know it. Lostein is the only kingdom without a rebel group. The late queen's first cousin tried creating one, but Richard put a stop to that rebellion."

Aurora was horrified. Meridian grew angry for what Ivelda turned Richard into.

"Now Prince Orion," the queen said before changing Richard's image to that of Orianthe's cousin.

Aurora felt something was off as she looked at the grown-up Orion. He looked a bit demented by her eyes. She looked at Ori to see her reaction of seeing her cousin for the first time in years.

"What happened to him?" Meridian gasped.

"Ivelda twisted his mind. It's to my knowledge he put up a lot of mental resistance to Ivelda, but she broke him in the end. I don't know if he'll ever be the same again, but I pray for his sake he'll become a decent person at least." Eowyn spoke with anger and emotion in her voice for once.

"Well I definitely really want to kick Ivelda's butt for this for sure."

Eowyn smiled at her. Meridian hadn't really changed; she was still a spitfire.

"Next prince is Valken," she said before switching the image to the huge form of Euphemia's brother.

"Dang he really filled out didn't he? What's his job again?"

"He's the sea captain of Ivelda's navy. He has his own personal ship and his crew is primarily loyal to him. Out of the princes, he's the most rebellious for he doesn't like Ivelda at all, but he's still loyal to her."

"He always tried pushing me to try different things. Richard always looked up to him."

"Well let's move on. Next is Prince Kaito, who's Ivelda's head alchemist."

Once Kaito's image popped up, Aurora spoke up.

"Didn't he have an older brother?"

"Yes, Ichiro, but sadly he died from an accident prior to Ivelda's takeover."

"I remember when that happened. Kaito was devasted by it. I think our parents arranged for me to marry the boy so we visited Hanasaki often. So Kaito and I did become very close after the loss. He was still a prick, but still nice. I wonder if he's still a worrywart."

For her part, Iris was aware of the conversations around her, but she had to recall all the details of each prince in order each of their images to be clear. So she was hardly aware of what was happening around her. She wished she could see the reactions of each of the girls as they saw the princes again. Eowyn knew that Iris had a limit so she tried moving things along.

"We're almost there Iris. 2nd to last is Prince Xiaoli, who's in charge of the Royal Guard."

Out of the princes, Aurora thought he looked the most noble.

"Meri, he grew his hair out for you. Didn't you once say you liked boys with longer hair?" she asked innocently.

Meri laughed and replied, "Haha, oh yeah, I did, didn't I? But I doubt he grew it out because of me since well . . . . he doesn't remember me. I only remembered him recently after all."

"Okay, we only have one more. Last but not least we have Prince Apolloyon," the queen said before finally showing Artemisia's twin.

Aurora couldn't help but blush when the image of her old crush appeared. Meri saw it and giggled. She smiled fondly at her cousin as she looked at Sia.

"Hey, he really turned into a looker didn't he Aurora?" she teased.

Aurora turned bright red. If she was acting this way now, she had no idea how she would react when they got him back.

Soon, Eowyn ended the spell and Iris gasped for breath, feeling a bit light-headed. Aurora quickly assisted her to make sure she didn't fall.

"At least they're all alive and appear to be in good physical heath, considering things. Your majesty, you said you were working on a cure to counter the effect of my sister's spell over them. How long until that's ready?"

"About two weeks. We're making enough for each prince and I'll send it over to you when it's ready."

"That's good. Anything else you girls like to know before the fae get our measurements?"

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His report seems taken well, and despite the rumors he's heard floating around in the palace halls and gardens, Ivelda doesn't seem overly stressed or perterbed by the happenings of just an hour or so ago. A simple praise on a "wonderful job, Jiayi," but a moment later she's moving onto other responsibilities for him. He expected this, of course; there was no rest for the captain of the royal guard, and she was leaving on a lengthy trip here shortly, so scheduling out his work ahead of time for the next month or two only made sense.

It wasn't a typical job he expected, though. Not just added patrols, or repairs, nor making sure to send out a batch of guards to travel anywhere further than normal territory, or being sure to quell or hunt any potential rebels. Rather, it sounds more akin to a babysitting job.

The rumors of Aetherius's crew getting into a fight turned out to be the truth, along with the death of some noble's son. The actual cause of a spat turned deadly is finally confirmed through this: harassment and attempted assault. Silently, Jiayi finds no sympathy for whoever ended up dead because of it. Sure, Aetherius was unstable and tended to get out of control, but even the biggest idiots knew that taking a fight with his crew beyond a simple brawl was a surefire way to end up a pool of blood on the floor if not dead like the fool of this story.

Still, there's mild frustration over the situation. Having to send a handful of his subordinates to babysit however many spoiled grown men there were just to make sure they actually worked? He was sure it would quickly gather a fair amount of complaints from any assigned to these sorts of jobs. Or, maybe they'd be happy for it. Getting to treat the headaches that were these men as common workers - if not less than that - for a month might be the very way they could vent their frustrations with the often insufferable people like them.

Ivelda hands him the parchment list, and he accepts it before tucking it away in his sleeve for the time being. "I'll be sure to have men assigned on these tasks immediately, Your Majesty." His eventual response comes, silently noting the first few of the family names on the list, ones he was vaguely familiar with for being largely entitled and unpleasant to deal with: Gadal, Obelia, Cataril, Ruschia. How many others were there? How many grown men would have to be supervised for the next month? Still, it was what Ivelda wanted, so there was nothing he could do about it.

He's dismissed shortly after accepting the paper, offering a bow to Ivelda and an, "I look forward to hearing of your safe return, Your Majesty." before leaving the room. Which left him to speaking with the rest of the guard, getting some sent off to help with cleanup, and others to be ready to deal with nobles' sons for the next four weeks starting tomorrow.

The exit of the throne room and a walk down the halls, passing by Alcinder as he did, a shadow in the hallways as he always seemed to be when he wandered out from the dark of the dungeons below. The other seems focused on something else though, or perhaps he just isn't in the mood to acknowledge anything around him. If nothing else, Jiayi had been a ways down the hall heading to a different branch off, maybe he hadn't seen him. Jiayi doesn't find it in himself to care too much for that; it wasn't that he hated Alcinder, but the other could be difficult to converse with at times if only because he seemed to have no filter when speaking about his work. And his work was his life, the only thing he seemed interested in speaking about besides his obsession over their queen.

He eventually makes it back out to the garden, the fresh air a relief for him in the moment. Serephis is waiting for him outside, seemingly having received word that he'd been called to the throne room again. His expression, as trained neutral as it was, still showed a look of curiosity that Jiayi could pick up on easily enough after knowing him for several years now.

"Has Her Majesty decided to allot us more work for the duration of her departure?" A formal question, but Jiayi offers a faint and more casual smile in return, "there's a bit more than what we originally had, but..."

"But?"

"Well...it seems we'll have to supervise a handful of nobles' sons while they work for the next month."

"You're kidding." Serephis's expression falls slightly, a clear revulsion at the very idea. "Why on earth...?"

"I'm sure you've heard the rumors of the tavern mess today? I suppose they instigated the entire thing. Her Majesty has decided that...community service is the best punishment for them. We just need to make sure they actually do it." It's such an unpleasant idea to him. No doubt nearly all of them would throw fits the whole time and just cause issues to the best of their ability the whole time. It was going to be more than a simple chore to keep them in line when they hadn't had to do anything remotely resembling physical labor their whole lives at this point.

"Gods, the others are going to be pissed."

Jiayi lets out a weak laugh, though it doesn't hold much humor. "I was hoping you could help me keep them from complaining too much."

Seraphis sighs at his side, offering a slightly sympathetic smile in his direction, "no promises but...I'll try my best."

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Orion Nox Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion Character Portrait: Xiaoli Feng Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kaito Yoshioka Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers

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”We do not remember days.
We remember moments.”
~Cesar Pavese
”I find hope in the darkest of days,
And focus in the brightest.”
~Dalai Llama




Oriane Speech Code ~ #FF0000 | Oriane Thought Code ~ #FF8000
Artemisia Speech Code ~ #0B610B | Artemisia Thought Code ~ #01A9DB
Aura Speech Code = D7DF29
Geldrael Speech Code ~ #022DBF

Nightcore Music Mix ~ Vibe As You Read





A grimace was all that Oriane could manage when her joking manner seemed to fall flat on the fairy queen. Why do I have to be so damn awkward? Groan escaping her to accompany the thoughts, she turned her face up towards the sky, her interest piqued when she fully studied the mass above them. It looks exactly the same as Earths’. Will it be the same at night? The heat of the sun was a comfort as it brushed against her cheeks, the slight breeze helping to cool her skin with its following touch. For a second, the entirety of the moment seemed to fully sink into her. She was no longer on Earth but instead an entirely different realm, and that was freaking insane to even think about. It went against everything that she was ever taught growing up, but those memories also contradicted her newfound ones. It all just left her extraordinarily confused and conflicted, but at least the overall feel of Rhindeval was not too far off from Earths’, simply more of an outdated version.

”How long are you gonna stand there lookin’ like a potato?”

The sudden voice gave Oriane a start, resulting in a slight jolt out of surprise. When her eyes darted down to the owner, it was to meet the annoyed yet surprisingly gentle gaze of another fairy, this one standing a mere few feet away, arms crossed and wings flittering behind him almost anxiously. When she didn’t respond immediately, he rolled his eyes and moved closer, arm reaching out, and before she knew it, he had flicked her in the center of her forehead. ”Ow! It surprisingly hurt - the man seemed to be stronger than he looked - and her hand instinctively shot up to rub at the spot, which was quickly growing red from the contact. ”Ah, so it does speak! Great to know. You should utilize that skill better.” A scowl and before the fairy could react, Oriane had her hand curled in his shirt, one foot shot out, and in a single swift movement he had been flipped. When he hit the ground it wasn’t nearly as hard as she could’ve made it, so with a bit of a drawback on her training, she managed to keep him from slamming into it painfully. It was enough to jar him, and he quickly scrambled to his feet, giving her a glare. She could see a lingering amusement in his eyes though, and with a smirk in his direction, she snatched up her bag and gave him the finger.

Considering everyone else seemed to have been paired off with a fairy each, she could only assume that this guy was her unfortunate partner. At least it could be fun. WIth a shrug, she began to follow after the group as they all started off, undoubtedly towards the cabin that had been mentioned a few times.

As they walked, the fairy managed to catch up to her, flitting alongside as she walked and giving her a studying look out of the corner of his eye. After a few moments of this scrutiny, Oriane turned her head and stared at him straight-on. ”What the hell are you looking at, dude? Seriously, take a picture; it’ll last longer.” This only earned a look of confusion from the boy, who quirked a brow inquisitively. ”Pictures take far too long to paint, and I don’t have the patience for such trivial things.” A pause, as though he were still mulling over what to say to her, and he spoke again. ”Name’s Geldrael. I already know who you are, and just so you know, I’m not calling you a princess - or any of the rest of you. As far as I’m concerned, you’re just more humans to me.” His voice seemed to give away how he thought of humans, undoubtedly as boring, and he flipped over so that he was upside down and flying backwards, hands resting behind his head as though for support. ”Humans are all the same at the end of the day, anyway. I’ll just called you Oriane.”

Clearly he wasn’t asking for permission, but even if she wanted to, Oriane didn’t have the energy to bicker with him right then. They had already been walking for a while before they arrived in Rhindeval, and now they had been walking for a bit since starting out again, and between the trek and the form of travel, she was more than ready for a shower and to sit down. If one had to compare her, she was more of a short-distance sprinter than a long-distance runner. She wasn’t as tired as she had expected to be, but still, she was over how sweaty she already was. It had been hot on Earth and it was hot in Rhindeval, and despite her general resilience in the heat, combined with everything that had happened over the last two weeks, she was just beat.

Back of hand swiping at the sweat beading her forehead, Oriane had watched as Eowyn lifted the veil to the forest, and again when they reached the cabin and she somehow managed to fix everything with a simple flick of her wrist. Magic is freaking awesome.

The cabin wasn’t necessarily huge, but it was definitely pretty big, at least to Oriane, who was used to sharing a four-bedroom and two-bathroom house with five other people, three of whom were teenage boys - Ick - and she found herself studying the exterior with an excitement that she felt herself trying to hide. Whether it was out of fear of judgment or fear of false hope, she didn’t know, but she also didn’t really care. She followed after the other princesses, head moving so as to be able to take in everything she could, almost like a child in a newfound space. It was comfortable and cute and she couldn’t fight the relaxation that seemed to take over her shoulders. The overall atmosphere of the cottage was soothing, and any previous worries she’d had over the coming weeks seemed to slide away as they made their way through the home.

Bags ditched in a random room - they’d probably figure out the rooming situation later - Oriane escaped back outside and found herself walking in on a conversation that, unfortunately, brought her not-so-great news.

”God dammit, we have to pee in the stream?” She definitely didn’t have an issue with invasion of privacy - she had been in enough locker rooms to not be embarrassed about her body - but using the ‘restroom’ was something else entirely. They already would have to bathe in the stream, which was undoubtedly going to be ungodly cold a majority of the time, which was not something that she would enjoy at all. The idea of anyone possibly catching her going ’potty’ already had her cheeks turning pink in embarrassment. She shook her head to try and push away the budding blush and crossed her arms, internally grumbling over the whole situation.

She couldn’t have argued anymore even if she’d wanted to. They were already moving onto the next matter, which was going over the princes and, apparently, what they looked like as well.

One by one the boys, now men, were shown before the group of humans and fairies. Richard came first, and she found herself frowning at the sight of him. There was something about him, something that seemed dark. She wasn’t given much time to mull over the thought before the image shifted, the new face staring back at her causing a massive wrench in her heart. The snow-white hair - the blood-red eyes - they were all too familiar. It wasn’t just his face, older and even more handsome than she could’ve expected, but the dark, deranged sorrow that radiated from his ruby irises. What has she done to you? Her voice failed her, but instead tears threatened to spill. She blinked them back and turned her face away for a moment to gather herself, and when she turned back, it was to meet the dark, angry gaze of Valken. It startled her, but only a bit, how pissed off he seemed to be. What had Ivelda done to them? Then it was Kaito, his deep eyes staring directly into her soul, expression bland other than the darkness held within his stare, his features harsh yet holding an undeniable beauty to them. It seemed each and every one of the boys held an overall heavy air to them, one that she couldn’t name, and that thought was only further solidified by the image of Xiaoli. Despite his gentle, pretty features, he too held a hardness that seemed to be carved into his very being. There was no denying it when the image shifted for a final time and revealed Artemisia’s twin, Apollyon, whose overall features could be compared to that of an angel with his golden hair and striking eyes, yet he also seemed to hold a deeply driven anger, just waiting to be let free for the world to see. Ivelda had tainted their boys, and who knew if it was repairable or not? All she knew was the absolute fury she felt over it, and the overwhelming sadness that lay beside it. Sadness over what the princes had gone through, and over how it had changed them as people. The fairy queen’s words were hard to listen to; clearly, they had suffered at the hands of Ivelda.

It was a lot to process all at once, and Oriane had never been the best when it came to things involving the brain. She was always better with things that were physical. The chatter of everyone around her was mostly droned out, but she found herself focusing in on the conversation between Lilith and the Queen.

”I just want to get this over with. The sooner we can get started, the sooner we can save them and get them away from that psychotic bitch.” It was impossible to control the absolute hatred that was held in her voice. Her hand clenched at her side at the thought of Ivelda, and without waiting for a response, she spun around and fixed a stare on Geldrael, who stood off to the side observing the group alongside Artemisia's fairy companion. ”Measurements, right? I already know mine. I’ll just tell them to you. Then I’m free to do whatever I want, right?” He seemed caught off-guard, flicked a glance over at Sia’s fairy as though for help, who simply shrugged in response, before focusing back on Oriane.

”Uh, sure, I guess?” With that, she rambled off the numbers for her sizing, thankfully knowing them by heart due to years of having to order uniforms, flipped her hand in a wave, and made her way off to the cabin.

She was definitely a woman on a mission, making quick work of retrieving her pajamas along with her towel and soap. The only thought in mind being a bath, Oriane set off to do just that. A nod in greeting as she passed Sia, who seemed to also be on her own little quest.

A private area was not difficult to find - of course, private being as private as one could get given how many people were in such a small area - and she definitely didn’t waste time. The water was chilly, and despite not being painful, it wasn’t exactly the most pleasant feeling. When she finally finished, she found herself dressing quickly and scampering off towards the cabin once more, intent on finding out the meal situation as well as what they were to do next.

When she’d finally made her way back inside, still toweling her hair in an attempt to dry it, she found herself wandering for a few minutes - she still didn’t fully know the house yet - before she managed to find her way back to her room, now occupied with a distracted Artemisia. The moment she walked in, the door sliding shut with a soft click behind her, the older girl jumped in surprise, a few papers escaping her fingers at the startle. Oriane stifled a snort of amusement as she watched her scramble to round up the papers once more, attempting - and failing - to gather and stack them quickly and thoroughly. One escaped, sliding off out of her fingers and fluttering to the floor before Oriane. ”Ah, no, wait - that one isn’t finished!” Before she could stop her, Oriane was bent over and had picked up the parchment, studying it as she rose once more, opposite hand still idly drying her hair. On it was an impressive sketch of Euphemia’s brother, Valken. Albeit not the most flattering of pictures of the man, it had clearly not been done to showcase his pretty side, but instead to show his features as much as possible. When she flipped it over, however, there was another drawing on the back, this one smaller yet somehow showcasing his better side.

Holding it out to Sia as an offering, Oriane gave her an amused yet understanding look as the other girl snatched it from her grip, face bright red in what Oriane could only assume was embarrassment. ”This is really good, Artemisia! You drew this? And that quickly? Wow! That’s awesome!” She snatched up the older girl’s hands, eagerly bouncing before her. ”Do you think you can do more of these? It would be super helpful if each of us had pictures of all of the boys. We can look at them as much as we need to to be able to rescue them better!” She seemed uncertain, her next words solidifying her doubt. ”I mean, that is a good idea, but … I don’t know. I just do not believe my art to be suitable enough for that type of thing.” Oriane snagged the girls’ arms, almost a bit too roughly. ”Are you kidding me? It’s more than good enough! They’re awesome! Seriously, Sia - do you mind if I call you Sia? - you need to have a little bit more confidence! Damn, girl; I knew you were quiet, but who knew you had such self-deprecating views? You seem so confident on stage.” When she saw the look of discomfort on her face, she released her arms and held her hands up as though to show she meant no harm. ”Also, hey, no judgment on my side. You did a great job with showing what he looks like. But maybe erase that one on the back and re-draw it somewhere more private, since I’m hoping you’ll be sharing those with the others?” She was just guessing, but a cursory glance over the other papers in Artemisia’s hands revealed that there were more drawings of the exact same nature, one for each prince. ”You have a great eye for detail. I’m jealous; I wish I could draw. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. All I’m good at is punching people,” she ended with a shrug, snort finally escaping her. ”I … Thank you … For the compliment.” Her voice was soft, hesitant, almost as though she were afraid to speak, and that brought a curious raise of a brow to Oria’s face. ”You should speak with more confidence. You’re pretty, and not to mention talented and smart. You have every right to hold your head high, especially when someone is praising you.” By then her hair was dry and the towel was discarded on the bedpost. Hands finding a spot on each hip, Oriane cast a glance over her shoulder as she started for the door. ”Ready to face the music again?” she half-joked. Who knew what Eowyn and Lilith had in mind for the rest of the night?




The rest of the introductions went unnoticed by Sia, who was currently entirely absorbed in reconnecting with Aura once more. The woman, despite how old she undoubtedly was, appeared to be around the same age that Sia was now, making it less of an aunt-like situation and more of an older-sister sense. It was a foreign feeling to Sia, but welcome nonetheless, and she found herself almost clinging to the ethereal woman’s side, fingers pinched in her sleeve as though afraid that she’d disappear at any moment. Aura chuckled and allowed her to do whatever she needed in that moment; it was no doubt overwhelming, the entirety of the situation, and she was not there to judge but instead to guide. She was simply glad to see her little Artie healthy and, for the most part, happy.

Before she knew it they were off, trekking through the forest once the fairy queen had opened a break in what appeared to be a magical barrier of sorts. It didn’t seem to matter how many times she saw magic; it still took her breath away with its mesmerizing, fathomless capabilities. The forestry was almost exactly the same as that of Earth, with a few plants here and there that she did not recognize, along with the scattering of small, unfamiliar and also similar animals that scampered off at the mere sight of them. She did not get enough time to study much at all, as they were heading to a specific destination and not trying to dally. The moments where the trees broke and revealed the sky above were soothing, shining against the sparkling leaves above. The nature of Rhindeval was breathtakingly beautiful, at least what she had seen so far, and combined with magic, who knew what else was in store for them?

When they finally came to a stop before a dilapidated building, Sia could not quite contain the look of disgust that crossed her face. It held potential, but was filthy and falling apart, leaving her a bit disappointed over their dwellings for the unforeseeable future. Her disgruntlement did not last long, as with a simple wave of her hand the queen had restored the cottage to its former glory, clean and almost sparkling to boot. At least it’s clean now. She was not a germaphobe by any means but she still had her standards, and thankfully the home now met them. It was a mild annoyance to find out that they would be bathing in the chilly stream that ran alongside the property, but it wasn’t like there was much that they could do about it other than accept it. Plus, she had spotted a beautiful garden on the side, hidden from full-view by a fixed but less-than-stellar fencing system. She had that to look forward to fiddling around in.

Not to mention that at least their circumstances were better than the boys’.

Shaking off the thought, she followed the rest of the women inside, eyes wandering as she studied the interior of the cabin. It was quaint and pretty, suitable enough for a group for women to cohabitate in, and she found her shoulders relaxing a bit, only then realizing how tight they had been.

The room that she would be sharing with what she soon realized was Oriane was small but cozy, just large enough for the two of them. Bag dropped at the foot of her bed, she did a slow circle as she took in the room that she would be living in for god knew how long. In that moment, she felt nothing but confliction; fear for the upcoming battles as well as the safety of the princes, sorrow over the loss of her family and potential life, anger over unfairness of it all - there were so many emotions slamming through her body all at once and she couldn’t begin to decipher all of them. After a moment, making sure to continue to carry her camera, Artemisia retrieved her pad and pen from her bag and then made her way back outside, arriving just in time to hear Eowyn begin to give the full run-down of what would be happening over the next few days, and possibly weeks. When the topic of the princes and what they now looked like came up, it was like she hyper-focused instantly.

Fingers tightening around her camera, she flicked a glance down at it and then back up at the queen as she motioned to the fairy who seemed at her side the most. Suddenly, a large but surprisingly clear image of Prince Richard appeared before the group, seemingly from nowhere. Caught off-guard for a moment, Artemisia could only blink, the whole situation just hitting her with one surprise after another. More magic … I wonder, is it truly limitless?

A click and a flash and she had captured the image forever. A picture printed instantly and she fanned it in the air for a few moments, held it up to study it, idly noting the details that Eowyn gave over the man, and with a nod of approval she held it in her fingers, scribbling on her notepad the information that the fairy queen had given. With a flick to finish off the notes, she prepared to snap the next photo, but was unprepared for the image that appeared. It was Prince Orion who, strikingly beautiful just as he had been as a child, held a deranged air about him. It was in his eyes and in the way his lips turned up just ever-so-slightly at the corners; something about him sent a chill through her body, goosebumps prickling across her skin. It was just like when she would become scared as a child, thinking about what might be watching her from the darkness of her window at the boarding school. An irrational fear that came from nowhere but nonetheless screamed at her to run. There was something wrong with him, that much was certain, but to what extent she could not tell. Everything Eowyn said of him Sia noted in her pad, her anger at Ivelda only building as more was revealed over the treatment of their boys. Hands raised and with a flash she had captured his half-grinning, half-scowling image, once more waving the picture to dry it faster.

She was doing precisely that, waving the plastic paper back and forth, when the image shifted and revealed the intense stare of Prince Valken. Sia felt her heart beat harder at the sudden image, in a way that she felt the rhythm in her throat, and she found her hand raising to clutch at the center of her chest. They’re all so … Handsome. A soft flush tinged her cheeks at the thought, and when she looked at the eyes that belonged to the sea prince, she bit her lower lip and shook her head to rid herself of any absurd thoughts. Instead, she forced herself to focus on scribbling the details down so as not to forget anything, and with another snap she captured his image for permanence.

Next was Kaito, and when he flickered before them, Sia found her heart twinging in sympathy. The darkness that all of them seemed to carry was present within him as well. It was unsurprising but hurt nonetheless, knowing that this stain on their souls would follow them all. Information written down, she lifted the camera, this time a bit more slowly, the reel of images only sobering her mood.

Xiaoli followed, his gentle beauty pleasant to gaze upon but marred by the same taint that the rest of the princes held. At this point, there was only one left, and she was not mentally prepared for who was to follow, so she found herself begrudgingly taking the picture and noting down what Eowyn said, her shoulders tightening in preparation for what was to come.

No matter how much she prepared herself mentally or physically, nothing could have prevented the reaction that Artemisia had when Apollyon’s face appeared before her. As his blond waves flickered into view, accompanied by the same multi-colored gaze that had haunted her dreams for the last two weeks, she found her knees growing weak at the sight. Unable to stop herself, she found her notepad and pencil slipping into her pocket, camera abandoned around her neck - it came with a handy neck strap - and her feet moving forward. Within a moment she was directly before the image, her hand reaching out, as though to touch it, to touch him, but the moment her fingers came into contact, they simply passed directly through. It was, of course, a hologram, but that yearning that she had felt since her memories returned - and even before she knew of her brother’s existence, the yearning for an unidentifiable piece of her that was missing - was uncontainable. Tears stung her eyes and clouded her vision. ”Appy,” she choked out, her voice a strained whisper. The sight of him tore into her very core, as she wanted nothing more than to hold him, to cry in his arms as he held her. Her arms circled around her, as though to hug herself as a substitution, and she fought back the tears, a few of them escaping and trickling down her cheeks despite her efforts. After a moment to gather herself, she drew in a shaky breath, swiped at her eyes, gathered her camera, and captured the image with it. Notepad and pen retrieved once more, she managed to jot down what needed to be recorded, returned it to her pocket, and fixed a tired, sad gaze onto Lilith.

”I just want to get changed so we can get this done as quickly as possible. I … I just want my brother back.” She glanced over at Aura, who hovered a mere few feet away, and rattled off a few numbers. She didn’t wait for much of a response, instead spinning and starting off towards the cottage. It was all too much, the changes that she had seen in their boys. What gave that bitch the right? More tears, these ones furious, stung at her eyes, and when she reached the cabin she practically threw the door open. Aura hovered behind her, expression somber at the young princess’s clear dismay. ”Anger will get you nowhere, Little One. You and I both know that.” Artemisia frowned at the woman, her normally gentle expression now tinged with frustration and anger. ”Am I supposed to care? She had no right-!” Aura cut her off, flitting around in front of her so as to stop her rage-filled steps which were really just taking her in circles around the entrance of the home. Hands came to rest gently on Sia’s shoulders, which slowly relaxed at the touch. The anger, unusual for her, faded away with the tension, revealing what was ultimately underneath; a scared and sad girl who just wanted her brother.

”I know that it seems really rough right now, but try to remember that rashness will only get you, and possibly the others, hurt or possibly even killed. You need to be properly prepared before you even attempt to rescue the boys, let alone fight that crazy hag.” She made a circular motion beside her head, a silly face tying it together. Sia’s lips twitched a bit at the antics, a small snort escaping her. Aura smiled in return, happy to see the girls’ normal self starting to peek through once more. A light tap on the girl’s chin and she pulled away. ”Chin up. We have a lot of ground to cover over the next couple of days.” Sia heaved a deep sigh, squared her shoulders, and nodded, ever the studious student. ”Can I just have a few minutes to myself?” Aura held up her hands and flitted back a foot, a comical amount of room that she really did not need. A soft, ”Heh,” and she started towards her room. An awkward little wave to Oriane as they passed by one another, it was a relief to have a moment of solitude, even if it would be for a short amount of time.

Within seconds of entering her room, notepad and pencil had come to rest on the table beside the bed that would be hers, camera alongside them. She had retrieved a change of clothes and stripped, changing into something easy - shorts and a t-shirt - just in case they would have to do anything else. She was ready to at least start the outlines of the pictures of the boys, and afterwards wanted to get a head start on entirely rejuvenating the garden. It would be good practice, both for her skill and endurance when it came to using her newfound ability. Who knew how far her powers could go? Well, only she could find out, really.

Freshly changed and feeling somewhat better, she focused on the task at hand. The pictures, now entirely developed, were placed on the rug and sprawled across it, each one having its own small space on the fabric. It took a few moments but she had retrieved her sketchbook and kit, finding a decent spot to settle in on the floor with the photos. With that, she set to work.

Rough outlines were all she was going for. More in-depth details could be added and adjusted later, as she really did not have much time right then and there. She did, however, add a few extra tidbits into Appy’s. Nothing major, just some shading here and a few laugh lines there. At least he seemed to have experienced a few moments of joy in his lifetime, enough so that the corners of his eyes held the tiniest of wrinkles.

Each of their faces tugged at her heart as she studied them closely, determined to get their likeness down to a T. It was difficult, staring into their bottomless eyes, each of them holding something, missing something. Their memories? No … They’re missing themselves. What makes them … Who they are. Her eyes burned with rageful tears, pencil discarded on the floor. A hand held her forehead, other holding the image of the prince Valken clenched tightly in her fingers. It crinkled the bottom corners, but she could not find it in herself to care; the haunting, dark gaze boring back at her seemed to almost stare directly into her very soul.

But there was something else that lingered beneath the surface of her own trepidations. Something that made it impossible for her to look away from the image she had drawn and the picture she had used as a reference point. All of the princes were handsome, of course, but it seemed true what they said; old crushes really did have a tendency to linger. The smooth curves of his cheekbones, the messy fall of unkempt hair in his eyes, and even the intimidating scowl that seemed ever-present on his lips; all of it sent her heart into an odd, off-beat hammering that she hadn’t experienced in a long time. Small glimpses of long-lost memories slid across her, of her adventures with her brother, Kenny, and Mia. Before she knew it, her hand was moving on its own, absent-mindedly scribbling out a smaller drawing on the back of the page as she studied the princes’ picture.

The sudden sound of the door squeaking open startled her, drawing fluttering to the floor as she shot to her feet. It almost felt like she was guilty of something, but what was there to be guilty of? She had not done anything wrong or weird. Who knew with her though?

”O-oh, ah, h-hello again, Oriane.” Beautiful. Great. She is going to think you are as odd as one of the fairies. A forced smile and she stepped back dropping to a crouch to attempt to gather the papers. ”Apologies, I get absorbed in my work sometimes. Allow me just to-o-oh hey! A paper was snatched away as she reached for it - Why did it have to be that one!? - and she almost fell on her face as she attempted to reach after it. Oriane stood before her, sketch in hand, and seemed to be pondering over it with piqued curiosity. Instantly Artemisia turned a bright pink. She was not one to share her art with others, and to have it simply grabbed away without her consent was jarring. It was embarrassing, as she figured her work to be horrendous and mostly for herself. As she began to argue, she found herself cut off by the younger girl, who now held a glimmering excitement in her gaze.

”This is really good, Artemisia! You drew this? And that quickly? Wow! That’s awesome!” Her hands were grasped up between hers, that sparkling look fixated directly on her. ”Do you think you can do more of these? It would be super helpful if each of us have pictures of all of the boys. We can look at them as much as we need to to be able to rescue them better!” Artemisia hesitated, glancing down at her feet as she shuffled them a bit, sliding them across the floor. ”I mean, that is a good idea, but … I don’t know. I just do not believe my art to be suitable enough for that type of thing.”

Upper arms suddenly grabbed up, Artemisia found herself forced to look at Oriane, surprise mingling with confusion over the random burst of energy from the girl. ”Are you kidding me? It’s more than good enough! They’re awesome! Seriously, Sia - do you mind if I call you Sia? - you need to have a little bit more confidence! Damn, girl; I knew you were quiet, but who knew you had such self-deprecating views? You seem so confident on stage.” An inquisitive brow rose up, as though to ask for an explanation, but when it garnered nothing more than further feet shuffling, the topic shifted to something even more embarrassing.

”Also, hey, no judgment on my side. You did a great job with showing what he looks like. But maybe erase that one on the back and re-draw it somewhere more private, since I’m hoping you’ll be sharing those with the others?” A squeak and Sia practically tore the drawing out of Oriane’s hands, clutching the side in question against her chest as though to hide it. Her cheeks had achieved another level of pink and crossed over into red territory. She was not one to pass over physical beauty without taking it into consideration - she was an artist after all - and had almost completely zoned out while doodling the, albeit risqué, image of the sea prince. Just what had she been thinking? Thankfully, Oriane had already moved on, not seeming to be a one-track kind of girl. ”You have a great eye for detail. I’m jealous; I wish I could draw. I don’t have an artistic bone in my body. All I’m good at is punching people,” she ended with a shrug, snort finally escaping her. ”I … Thank you … For the compliment.” It was intimidating, accepting the words of confidence, especially after such an embarrassing moment, but she did it nonetheless, and for that she was proud of herself. ”You should speak with more confidence. You’re pretty, and not to mention talented and smart. You have every right to hold your head high, especially when someone is praising you.” . Oriane, now dressed and ready, had started for the door and paused only long enough to glance over at her, wondering if she would follow. After a second of pondering, Sia relented and gathered the rough sketches, following after the fiery-haired girl.

Once they were outside again, they found Lilith still with the fairy queen, and as they both approached, Sia slowed a bit. Who knew what they would have to say to them now? Weary over the prospect of more bad news, her footsteps felt heavy in the grass, her normally-straight posture a bit slumped at the shoulders.

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Character Portrait: Rhea Louverno Character Portrait: Euphemia Aphelion Character Portrait: Orion Nox Character Portrait: Oriane Soleil Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen Character Portrait: Valken Aphelion Character Portrait: Xiaoli Feng Character Portrait: Lilith Evers Character Portrait: Aurora Givens Character Portrait: Kaito Yoshioka Character Portrait: Meridian O'Donohue

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There's chatter, the sounds of voices all around her. So much noise, curious questions from floating fairies, the squeal of excitement elsewhere, some unease she recognizes from the other women with her, and Oriane's awkward attempt at a joke, perhaps trying to lighten the mood with the queen or keep things casual. She at least commends the effort.

Her breath is still rather ragged, trying to cope with everything around her and the near-death experience of the fall, but calm doesn't seem interested in settling in, her eyelids sliding shut once more to try and at least block out visuals and quiet one of her senses for a moment. Not that it lasts long; there's the sound of someone approaching and then a voice, calm and collected, "Princess Euphemia? Are you alright?" Being called "princess" at all leaves another cringing feeling inside, but she forces it away as she looks up again, this time faced with a fae man, long silver hair and the glimpse of silver wings resting on his back. There's a blonde fae woman a little ways behind him, though her gaze is still trained on Rhea a little ways away, looking entirely lost if she's honest.

"I'm fine." Euphemia eventually manages, a little more bite to it than she meant, but it doesn't seem to bother the man in front of her, a simple, "please let me know if that changes, Your Highness."

"Please...don't call me princess, or- your highness." She cringes again, "just...Euphemia is fine, thanks." He seems mildly surprised at this, though her words are responded to with a nod, "if that's what you'd prefer, then I'll call you Euphemia from now on."

The blonde is suddenly right next to her soon after, far more casual and excited than her companion as her wings buzz behind her, lifting her feet off the ground for just a moment, "Miss Euphemia!" Her voice is more high pitched, but still pleasant, a little chitter to it that reminds her of the birds that tended to nest in the trees outside her apartment's window. "Oh, you're just as darling as my flightless bird!" Flightless bird? Who? The woman doesn't exactly work to elaborate though, instead suddenly reaching for Euphemia's hand and pulling her up from the support of the tree, "don't worry about sticking here with this bore Virion, come over and sit with me and my little bird!" Virion? Is that the man who had approached her first? Before she can think, the blonde is half dragging her over to where Rhea is half crouched on the ground, rifling through her back and not seeming to be looking for anything in particular. Virion lets out a long groan, seemingly at his wits end with the blonde at this point, an impatient, "Neveah, enough!" as he quickly follows after them. The woman - Neveah - simply ignores him beyond a giggle and a tongue stuck out in his direction.

"Don't you pay him too much mind. He likes to act all serious and put together, but he's a real softie, I promise."

Eventually she's right by Rhea who seems slightly startled at the trio's appearance, though perhaps a little relieved at Euphemia's appearance - a reaction she's not used to seeing in other people when she approaches. Perhaps it's just relief over a familiar face close by; Euphemia certainly feels that way, and while she'd been hesitant to approach anyone before, maybe she's a little relieved that she didn't have to herself, could leave it as Neveah dragging her over and getting the awkward part done with for her.

It's a slightly awkward smile from Rhea as she stands up straight again, wringing at the sheer, loose shirt she'd thrown over her sports bra from the hike. Neveah flitters right over to her soon after, standing just behind her with her hands on Rhea's shoulders before she's pressing her head against the younger girl's, little giggles and a happy smile unmoving from her lips as she practically nuzzles her. While her sort of personality is almost too much for Euphemia to manage, it seems Rhea is fine with it, relaxing a little more as her own soft laugh and warmer smile is won out.

Virion slows next to her, hands loosely held behind his back and forcing a perfect posture out of him. Even if he seems a little serious and perhaps a smidge intense, Euphemia finds herself grateful that he's not quite so like...Neveah. It seemed the matchup here was well made.

"I'm glad you made it okay too, Euphemia." Rhea offers after a bit, Euphemia returning it with a small nod and a, "yeah, sure. I'm all in one piece. You too."

There's small conversation between the four of them while they wait, Virion mostly quiet but clearly frustrated with Neveah who chats away almost ceaselessly, Rhea brightening up, and Euphemia listens, only piping in when addressed or for a few comments. All the same, that oddly calm moment is soon turned into a walk, one that seems to go on forever, confusing turns and veering paths that she wouldn't have taken if Virion and Neveah hadn't been guiding her and Rhea.

Eventually it opens up into something of a clearing and they're fronted with a cabin, one that Euphemia immediately determines is very much not her taste in style and architecture, even after Eowyn magically cleans it all up with a flick of her wrist. God, I wish cleaning was always that easy. Repaired and now in a condition she could comfortably live in minus the frankly unlikeable exterior, with an additional garden off to the side too, something she wonders if she should even try to touch given her absolute lack of a green thumb. The only reason the indoor plants in her apartment were still surviving was thanks to Tatsuya.

Eowyn gives a rundown of the cabin and its ammenities - or lack thereof. No bathroom? No bath? Clean in the cold river and piss in the woods, she basically says. "Oh, fuck off..." She mutters under her breath, the only sign that someone else has heard it is the way Virion's eyes glance sympathetically towards her for barely a breath. It seemed that even if they had a comfortable shelter to stay in, it would still half be roughing it out here. No electricity, no sewer system, no running water, nothing. How she would miss everything modern from Earth.

They're allowed to put their things away into their rooms soon after though, and Euphemia makes way in with Rhea, Virion and Neveah remaining behind as the latter continues chatting away with animated expressions and arm waving. The other two pairs seem to find rooms easily enough, two to a single, just like a shared dorm room. She's a little frustrated over the lack of a private living space, but internally maybe a little grateful that she probably wouldn't have to worry about being alone in the unfamiliar place at night, something that left her feeling like unease was clawing at her again.

Not that it lasts. The sound of Rhea's awe in the form of a small gasp draws her attention to the purple haired girl as they enter, taking in the view of the room around them. "So pretty..." Again, not really Euphemia's taste, but at least someone seemed happy.

Their things are dropped into the room beside their respective beds, Rhea choosing the one closer to the window of which she quickly cracks open, a faint breeze moving into the room as they make their way back outside for more of Eowyn, this time what feels like a briefing on the princes. The thought leaves her chest tight, fingers curling into fists without her thinking. Uneasy? Maybe. Her brother would be in that pool of names and faces, the very brother she hadn't seen in thirteen years, didn't even know about - or remember - until just two weeks ago.

After the mentioning of taking measurements for more clothes, they all settle in at last, Eowyn calling Iris forward to help with "projection," something Euphemia quickly realizes is basically a repeat of the sort of mist image they had first met Eowyn through, though this was all repeated past memories rather than a direct, live call to any of them. Of course, Euphemia assumes the latter probably wouldn't go so well if they really did have their memories wiped and their minds manipulated to a forced loyalty to the very person who had torn all twelve of them apart. Still, she wishes she could just speak to him, talk to him now, make sure he's okay, take him away from that place, that goddamn witch.

Regardless, they jump into the princes, the first of which being Richard. Tall, emphasized by Meridian's whistle, something Euphemia has to agree with. Tall, undoubtedly handsome, he would have been popular at the university if he lived on Earth and...wasn't an assassin for a depraved woman like Ivelda. How much have they all changed underneath? Personalities? Are they all crazed killers and senseless pawns? Or do they still retain their humanity? She hopes - even half prays despite her absolute rejection of any sort of religion, to whatever being might listen to her out in the void - that despite everything, they were all still...themselves. That they hadn't been completely twisted and ruined for Ivelda's own desires, or perhaps even entertainment.

That hope feels rather dashed away to some extent when Orion appears next, her brows furrowing at the sight of him. Wrong. It's the first word that echoes in her mind. Wrong. Wrong. What happened to him? What did Ivelda, or anyone else for that matter, do to him? She could remember him from childhood, usually quiet but still melding in with the rest of them when they gathered, close with Oriane. She'd been in awe over the color of his hair and eyes the first time they'd met, a sort of haunting combination until she'd gotten used to it, realized he was a perfectly fine and nice boy just like the rest of them. Now, his eyes held a deep pain, and an undeniable darkness, something unsettling about it. The image is still, yet tells both a thousand words and nothing at all when she tries to imagine what could have possibly happened to drive him to this state. Not even Eowyn gives much of a vote of confidence on his actual recovery, something that prompts a sharp glare in her direction from Euphemia where she stands towards the back; couldn't she have kept that to herself? Oriane... Oriane didn't need to hear that.

That glare turns to her face paling slightly as the next arrives: her brother. Valken. Val. The last of her true family. There he was, right in front of her, so much bigger than the twelve year-old she remembered, strong and brave, and then half dead in a dank cell with a wound so long and deep it was a wonder he didn't bleed out and die. Her brother, always defending her, yet a typical sibling in their squabbles and his teasing. Her brother who seemed to get along with most everyone. Now here he was, face darkened, an expression that spoke of an impossible to soothe anger and bitterness, but a stark pain in his eyes as well, faint as it may be. Though he was fully dressed, she still caught sight of the scars peaking up from his collar, along his arms. Who knew how many rested beneath? How much had he been made to suffer these past thirteen years? Far too long while she was far away, while she couldn't even recall his face, his name. Why? A weak thought against the unfairness of it all. Her knuckles turn white as fingers curl deeply into her palms, a twinge of pain and something warm telling her that she'd punctured her skin. She ignores it, staring at the simple image of him until Eowyn requested they continue. The sight of him disappears, but her emotions don't.

Kaito is the next to appear, one Euphemia was familiar with largely for the fact that Valken tended to clash with him at times. And of course they would, when Kaito was a stickler for the rules, and her brother was the type to push limits and break them for fun. Valken had never hated him by any means, had more so just complained over the other ruining his fun, even if it was justified occasionally; Valken knew how to get into trouble, and even in childhood he didn't always know his limits. Euphemia had always been unsure about him herself, his serious and almost no-fun attitude not quite what she looked for in playmates when she was a child. He was too much like the rest of the adults.

Xiaoli soon flickers onto the projection, long hair, elegence, and all. She's a little surprised over the length; it's far longer than any of the girls here, but silently recalls the culture of Guanyin, his kingdom. It was typical for the men to grow their hair out there, wasn't it? Certainly it added to the beauty of his features, gentle and kind. He's smiling, the first to be doing so in this reel of men, but it doesn't quite reach his eyes, a beautiful blue that looked more like a constant storm of emotions too heavy to ignore, like they're all weighing on the rest of his body.

The last is Apollyon, Artemisia's brother. Handsome, just like the rest of them, almost ethereal in some ways. That image is shifted as Artemisia's hand moves through it, a sort of reach to touch that all of them know wouldn't be possible. It was just an illusion, like the screen of a phone, a simple reflection of a reality far away. Still, there's a twinge of pain at the sight, a feeling of familiarity in her own desire to reach for her brother. Eventually the holographic image returns to normalcy, Apollyon's face with it, and she stares, recalling those regifted memories of childhood. She and Valken had often traveled with their parents to other kingdoms, and the Emerald Isles was a somewhat more common trip made, rather exciting to explore the land that held a complete opposite climate to their own wintry one. She had often sought out Artemisia when there, Valken doing the same with Apollyon, a little quad of friends to run around the palace grounds and find ways to pass the time. How much had he changed? Were any of them still friends? How much had relationships between all of them change?

Finally it's over, and Euphemia is both relieved and disappointed. To be able to relax a little, rest her mind, all while still wishing she could see that little glimpse of her brother again, the one she'd wanted to remember for years, and now wanted nothing more than to see, speak with, cling to. Apologize to.

Oriane is the first to speak up, clear hatred in her voice and the way she stood, her words. Euphemia finds herself agreeing, desperate to leave and get going on things. It had already been thirteen years, she wasn't overly keen on waiting even longer to get her brother back, to get any of them away from that woman. Artemisia seems to feel the same, Rhea quieter herself but the look in her eyes speaks well enough for her own views on the situation. So one by one they depart, Euphemia only remaining just long enough to get her measurements taken by Virion and then she's off, desperate to wash down, and either get started on their goals for rescue or perhaps grant herself a few moments of rest, to process it all.

She makes it back to the room before Rhea, snatching up some comfier, clean clothes before making way down to the stream, a quiet sound that could almost be soothing if it wasn't for the nightmare her mind felt like. She strips away the dirty clothes she'd worn hiking easily enough, discarded onto a flat rock nearby, next to the neatly folded loungewear she'd wear once finished. Then into the water she goes, hissing slightly at the initial shock of cold on her bare skin. It wasn't unbearable, but it certainly wasn't the comfort of a warm bath either. Slowly she adjusts, thankful for the spot of sunlight that's hot enough to keep her from shivering. Maybe she'd lay out in it once she was done to dry off a little more.

Most of her body is washed and rinsed clean within minutes, and she lets herself lay her head back in the gentle current, the cool of the water somewhat soothing a headache and rinsing out a bit of the dirt and grime in her hair from hiking at least, but it's interrupted by the sound of someone approaching. She quickly moves herself back up, sinking back into the water up to her shoulders as hands hug in front of herself as if to try and cover as best she can. Yet it's Rhea who appears through the break in the trees, carrying her own clothes and supplies in her arms. She seems a little surprised upon spotting Euphemia in the waters before brightening up, waving in her direction with a cheerful, "I didn't realize you were already down here!" Without a second thought she's headed for that flat rock and setting her own clothes down on it, "I thought maybe you'd wandered off for some quiet to think, but I probably should have figured you would want to wash down first. I hope you don't mind me joining, I don't think I can stand being this dirty any longer."

She blanks for a moment at the girl's approach, though with the casual way she goes about it, Euphemia can't help but sigh, slowly letting herself relax. Just Rhea, and something tells Euphemia that the girl is probably unbothered by the idea of nudity and at least communal showering, given her own work. The prior probably came up often, the latter definitely a potential. Besides, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t gone skinny dipping with friends a good handful of times. The girl is making way for the water soon after and settling to a spot just at the edge, a smoothed rock that practically feels like a seat, one she'd stayed by until her body had adjusted to the cold. The purple haired girl seems to have the same idea, arms wrapping around herself with a small laugh and a shiver, "oh god, I already miss my bath."

Rather than letting the discomfort of quiet continue, Euphemia lets out a sigh, head tipping to the side slightly as black hair tries to let itself be carried away by the soft current, a simple, "same," all she offers for now as she tries her best to calm the nerves of having new company unexpectedly.

The quiet settles for some time, but before long Rhea is washing herself down, Euphemia herself resting for a breath, body now long adjusted to the water's temperature, enjoying the faint heat of the sun on her shoulders. It's more comfortable now, but eventually Rhea turns back to her again, head tilting slightly with a faintly nervous smile, "um...do you want me to wash your hair for you?"

She blinks once, but Rhea's quickly continuing, "some of my coworkers and I- we would wash each others' hair when we visited bathhouses after work. Well, while I was living in Korea for a little while, anyway." A small sigh, "it was fun there for a little while, I miss it sometimes."

Was it a sort of bonding thing? Friendship? She chews the inside of her cheek for a bit, before another sigh manages to pull through, and she nods. "Sure, I guess I won't turn you down." It brightens her up quickly enough, and Rhea is patting on the little rock seat under the water as if to try and gesture her over. She follows soon enough, settling with one leg left to rest over the edge, bobbing slightly against the current. "I give really good head massages, so just relax.~"

She isn't kidding, really. Longer nails against her scalp, it feels like a deep massage, like her headache is slowly being soothed out as she works. Rhea giggles a little when Euphemia visibly relaxes into her hands, continuing her careful work of slowly washing out any filth that might be clinging still from their hike earlier, but he voice comes through the quiet of running stream water once again, a softer, "how're you feeling? You know, after...seeing your brother?"

Euphemia's brows furrow slightly at the question, a hand moving up to rub against her arm slightly as she thinks through everything, the emotions still writhing inside of her, the headache that's now ebbing off, the vivid image of her brother that won't leave her mind, not that she wants it to anyway. "I...don't really know, honestly." She offers after a few breaths, "I feel restless, and I hate...knowing that he's stuck there with her. That he's been left with her for so long, while I just...fucked around on Earth, I guess." A quiet laugh, it's more sarcastic than anything, "I just hope there's something we can do, sooner rather than later."

"Eowyn said they had things prepared, didn't she? I'm sure we'll be able to do something when the time comes..." There's the soft splash of water, and Euphemia feels it through her hair, Rhea carefully beginning to rinse it out. "But I...I get it. I wish we could just have them all back with us right now."

Her gaze move to the side, as if to look at Rhea who is sat behind her out of view, "how are you holding up? I'm sure there's a lot on your mind, too."

Rhea laughs a little, weak in its sound, "I could be worse, I guess. I don't know, just...seeing all of them, what they've become because of...of..." Another small splash of water, she seems a little tense for a moment, "her, I just...I worry. I wonder what they've been through, and what there even is that I can help. That I can do to soothe their pain. I can't help but feel a little useless, right now."

"You aren't," Euphemia retorts quickly, "and if you are, then so are the rest of us. Let's just hope...that we'll be able to get started on things sooner rather than later, for the sake of everyone's sanity." She figures the rest of them are feeling exactly the same, after all.

Rhea's fingers run through her hair a few times, as if checking to make sure everything has been rinsed out, "fingers crossed for that." She can hear the tiniest of smiles in the girl's voice as she leans back a bit, finished. "mine certainly are." It's a little bit of a joke, her head turning to look back at her, "we'll make it through this. I'm sure they'll be back with us soon, yeah?"

A more genuine smile from Rhea this time, she lets her head tip back slightly, eyes turning towards the sky, "yeah, it'll work out. Thanks, Euphemia. Sorry, I should be the one comforting you here. I promise we'll get your brother back as soon as we can. Ivelda will regret crossing us." It's a somewhat humorous huff that she gives, a sheepish laugh after, and Euphemia smiles, manages her first real laugh, however quiet as her hand runs through her hair to try and push her bangs back again. "Yeah, we'll make sure she does."

Glancing back, she shifts around to face Rhea more fully, a lazy wave of her hand in a circular motion, "now turn around and I'll get your hair for you, too."

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Character Portrait: Ivelda Evers
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"If you need me, I'll be in the gardens."

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Rhea Louverno

"A new boba shop just opened, wanna go try it with me?" under repairs.

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Kaito Yoshioka

Prince of Hanasaki who's now the Head Researcher and Alchemist for Ivelda

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Orion Nox

"We are all searching for someone whose demons plays well with ours." ~Uknown

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"It's your reaction to adversity, not adversity itself that determines how your life's story will develop." ~Dieter F. Uchtdorf

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"Unless you'd like to find yourself overboard, I suggest you pay me what's owed."

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Euphemia Aphelion

"I'm not interested, so leave me alone."

Character Portrait: Apollyon Evergreen
Apollyon Evergreen

"Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings."

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Artemisia Evergreen

"My persona may be quiet ... But my observations are loud."

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Xiaoli Feng

"If you need me, I'll be in the gardens."

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Oriane Soleil

"It's your reaction to adversity, not adversity itself that determines how your life's story will develop." ~Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Character Portrait: Artemisia Evergreen
Artemisia Evergreen

"My persona may be quiet ... But my observations are loud."

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Apollyon Evergreen

"Intelligence without ambition is a bird without wings."

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Meridian O'Donohue

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Valken Aphelion

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Good Sorceress who plans to stop her sister and help save the kingdoms

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The Absentminded princess of Traumet who dreams of Rhindeval

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Prince of Hanasaki who's now the Head Researcher and Alchemist for Ivelda

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Orion Nox

"We are all searching for someone whose demons plays well with ours." ~Uknown

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Xiaoli Feng

"If you need me, I'll be in the gardens."

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Euphemia Aphelion

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Oriane Soleil

"It's your reaction to adversity, not adversity itself that determines how your life's story will develop." ~Dieter F. Uchtdorf

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"A new boba shop just opened, wanna go try it with me?" under repairs.

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Artemisia Evergreen

"My persona may be quiet ... But my observations are loud."

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