MARXISA whole day! Marxis thought furiously,He'd expected derora to drag the unconscious body of the prince through that door, but so far nothing.He paced around the room anxiously, he had nothing to report to herega. Now he heard the prophecy that she'd serve illumino, he had to find a way around it.Thunder rumbled in the distance, he turned in fear to the doors as they swung open forcefully, pain shot through him making him fall and twist in agony,"How dare YOU?!!" Heregas voice screamed, the voice of the goddess vibrating his very being, teeth grit as he tried to withstand the force,Frankly he would have had a better chance withstanding an hurricane,With the force of chaos he was blasted right through a stone pillar, his reinforced body, the only thing to save him.He clenched his hands in anger, is this what he had become?, he who took over the realm in a day, forced

JASONThe first ball of fire flew at him from an angry terra, he bent and jumped sideways to avoid it, it blew on the wall sending sparks about. Jason looked at her in shock, what was wrong with her?, daren moved to hold her, she stared at him in anger as he moved backwards,"Sorry jace, on your own " daren said,Jason gave him my best 'are you kidding me' glare, daren just sat on a table and watched, jason turned back to an angry terra, common sense told him he had better try calm her down,"Look terra, I'm sorry for whatever I did" he said as she hurled another ball, jason ducked and rolled to safety,"You don't even know what you did!" She shouted prepping another ball,Wrong choice of words,"Alright, I'm sorry for what I did today!" he replied,Wait!, wrong choice again! jason mentally said to himself as she sent another volley,Okay th

                     Derora   He'll pay for this, the prince will pay for this!,       Those were the thoughts that went through her head as she summoned another beast from the abyss. With her current state, she shouldn't be risking it, but she had to, it will not be said that she, derora, was defeated by a mere thorn of the elixtus. To open the portal into the abyss was not easy task, one would be contending with malevolent forces that would love nothing more than to grab the soul of the invoker, rip it from their bodies and drag it down into the depths of the abyss where unspeakable horrors would be done on such a soul, but derora was different, she had lived in the abyss, only the real denizens of the abyss would even think of trying

TERRENA The bath was going fine, till the explosion rocked the building bringing her world down. Terras sight was dizzy, she struggled to stand, grabbing her clothes even though she walked dizzily, cries came from the streets below. She ran to the balcony and saw what they were running from, veratus. Terra looked below, it wasn't a long way down and jumped, she landed with a thud and broke into the inn through the door. It was pure chaos, the veratus were two in number as they slaughtered people, an elf ran to a corner as a veratu raised its blade to kill. What came over her terra never knew, all she knew was that she had slammed the veratu to the wall and stabbed it with her conjured flame blade, why weren't they even burning in the sun?. It squirmed as it burnt, terra turned to the elf, he had gone. She moved her attention to a girl that fought the other veratu, she was good, it had a hard time matching up to her,

Detok growled as he struggled in the stone enclosure he was stuck in, shouting was a futile effort, conjuring his fey magic from the inside of the abandoned temple he was trapped in would hasten its collapse and even though his fey blood was pure and strong, tempting fate by allowing the boulders to crush him was not a wise choice, immortality or not.Even still he seethed in anger, he detok, son of the dark deity refrot, heir to the winter throne and soon to be usurper of the summer throne, assuming he did not meet his demise in this stony cave. Roaring in an angry voice his mind involuntarily replayed his memories. Detok was by no means a challenger for the throne of the fey, being royalty from both the winter and summer thrones was of course legitimate candidacy, till one realized he was the sixth offspring. Not an offspring between the sibling rulers refrot and herandra of course, but individually, meaning he had the choice of choosing which of the courts he would lay his