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Still Adi went on about the angel, but claiming she didn't know who the Angel of Vigour was, except the name was Zurial. Nyru knew that the name the titled angel took was indeed Zurial, and whether he really was real and more than myth the shadowmancer could not know. He liked to think it didn't, as the sudden interaction with angels would be a change he didn't enjoy... but he would also welcome it... as fouler things exist in the world at the opposite ends of the realms. He fought a Greater Demon of Hell, and an Angel would have been more than helpful.

Getting her down tot he throne room was difficult, but she held up, and when the Queen said she should go to be treated on her throne, or the 'chair' as Isabelle put it, Adi tried to refuse. "Nonsense" Declasia interrupted, she proceeded to gesture to Nyru and Claudia to hastily take her to the throne. "That 'chair'" she said "has seen far worse and been stained by the darkest of bloods. The floor will not serve as a proper place to treat you, and the hospital ward is at the other side of the palace" Declasia explained.

As the nurses made their way over, one of them had a surprisingly small and sweet voice as she said "Don't be afraid, our treatment might be foreign to you, but it works nonetheless". Then one poured some sort of liquid from a glass phial onto a rag of velvet before placing it straight over the open wound "Oh" said the burly woman "forget to mention it stings a little". She then held out er hand for the spare nurse to quickly hand her a glowing blue gem "Nasty business, vampires. Never thought i'd have to use such ancient remedies" the woman almost sounded irritated, or knew that this kind of wound could be worse than one that looks similar from anything else. She held the gem over the cloth, holding the cloth down with her other hand and let the gem hum and emit its twilight over Adi's body. "This should kill off any nasty bugs the foul vermin spread... accordin' to the books"
"you'll be fine" said the younger and sweeter lady, reassuring her with a smile. Then the burly woman took off the moist black velvet and took the wrappings, slowing wrapping it around Adi's waist, Nyru could see the small runes resonating with the dullest of light.

Claudia, meanwhile, was speaking like a robot to the queen, explaining, perhaps out of shame, that it was Adi and Nyru that slew the monster and not her. With a quick and clumsy bow she left, just like that. Queen Declasia could barely reply. She raised her head as curious eyes watched her pale figure disappear from the halls. The queen then gave Nyru a glare and asked "Vladimir Dracula?". She knew of him very well, too well actually. She knew the lineage and that he was perhaps the first of all vampires, even the Prince of Crows was rumoured to descend from him. All the rest in Magic Earth were just mindless fools, insane with the magical properties of hte young Magic Earth they came to after leaving the mundane world. She just never expected the dead vampire to rise again, the last time she checked... Dracula hadn't been seen alive, nor his castle, in many, many years.

She literally watched his last breath leave his reddened lips before dragging herself out of the alleyway. She found a broken pipe system spewing out mounds of water and washed the evidence off her hands. The group of soldiers that Vincent trained with would come looking for him and once they find out he is dead they'll will chase down the culprit and exhilarate her. She splashed water on her face but it didn't cover up the tears still escaping from her tired eyes. Although, rest wasn't a choice for her because when she looked around their was a lot of reconstruction to attend to. Not just of buildings, but the morality of the citizens that desperately needed guidance. There was a family near her with a woman holding her dead husband with the children surrounding their father. The blonde walked over to them and parted the kids to duck down to the woman's level in order to comfort her. "He wouldn't want you to grieve like this." She touched the female's shoulder with intellect from one same gender to another.

"Ralph, was a lover and protector to the end. I wish I could have returned the favor." The bonnet wearing woman sobbed uncontrollably hugging the corpse tighter to her chest as Claudia stood up. "I'll arrange a proper burial for him as well as the other fallen tributes. I assure you they won't be forgotten." Of course, the archer couldn't stay for long see the others that needed her. However, before she left a little girl with brunette hair and brown glossy eyes tugged on her arm. "Thank you, Lady. You're really nice and pretty, and someday I'll be just like you." The shadowmancer couldn't help but be flattered by leaning down to giving the six year old a hug. If only she was all those things but she didn't even recognize herself anymore. Ceasing a stray horse, she galloped through the city solving as many problems as she could.

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It was Adi who spoke up and replied tot he queen about the whereabouts of the Black Jewel, an artefact so foul and powerful that she admitted its affect on her mind and body. Nyru nodded with crossed arms, he could feel the power of the jewel too when they stood before it, no wonder the Therians feared it so much and always kept it locked up in a secure, charmed chest. If anyone were to get their hands on it... he hated to think what would happen. Another Jewel War perhaps? Then what, would the Daywalkers be cast aside again? Forced into hiding their land just to preserve the peace for all of Occulas?

"That's good. I feared that the Jewel would be lost to Darris when he took the city... But, as it turns out, he was merely looking for immortality, and something such as Dracula probably wouldn't know enough about the jewels in the first place." The queen explained. Nyru, still beside Adi, scoured in thought and said "Darris- or uhm, Dracula, kept mentioning the truth and perhaps-"
"Luceal, the Spirit of Truth? Doesn't surprise me, there's a reason we only have one building for that faith, yet we cannot destroy the faith or we'll be damned by perhaps a quarter of the population. Doesn't surprise me that he chose to follow a faith like that, it seems to take most it comes into contact with when they're lost, a pity some of them end up crazed and in the wilderness" Declasia explained and described, making Nyru feel like a student again yet he already knew half of this. He chose not to mention it. "Well" she then said, looking around at the throne room, at least Darris kept the palace clean, treated it better than any of the citizens. "You three had better get rested, i'll do the rounds and thank the Therians, give them all a place to rest until they are ready to reclaim Southmarch. Never thought i would be in their debt"
"So you'll help them?" Isabelle asked, for once showing compassion in her eyes, the Queen nodded, "Yes, the least i can do send a party of Shadowmancers with them. It will make the wilderness less of an alien to traverse - If I find Claudia..." she paused for thought, wondering where the girl ahd gone "i'll get her back to the palace"
"Shouldn't you be resting too?"
"Darris kept me in a state of sleep until he knew what to do with me. Sleep, has never been less important"

A ball of black feathers ruptured out of the bushes which scared the unstable blonde and accidentally she released an arrow. The solid arrow flew at the crow but at that last second turned transparent and fazed through the bird but it still felt the pain. Her eyes widened in shock as the creature crash landed a few feet away from her reminding petrified. Claudia covered her mouth out of sickness when the mare strolled over and dangled it's reigns down to pull her out of the sinking mud. She grabbed the leather straps, the rouge horse yanked her from the brown liquid with ease, and once she was out she limped to the seemingly dead crow. Collapsing to her knees, she hesitated to touch the bird when suddenly it resurrected and flew into her face cawing and scratching. The archer covered her face with her arms letting the furious bird claw the fabric and fly away. At least it was alright and didn't need her sentiment, but what was she becoming? She leaned back allowing her pulse to slow before the house walked over and crouched basically to use the mare as support. Animals knew how much pain the female was experiencing and she wanted to thank her for her kindness by granting her a name.

"Your a good horse, Farlawn." Claudia swung herself onto the steeds back but instead of sitting up her draped herself on its back. Her arms, legs, and body in general were just to tired to steer the horse but she had the instinct to return to civilization. The blonde's hair was cascaded all around her in a dirt crusted mess and her dress was far from savable. Her own died blood clung to her still and her wound was unbearable to deal with by this point. The child closed her eyes but stayed away by mumbling to herself, "Tell me I did the right thing. Please, I can't live like this..." Farlawn navigated itself to the gates and towards the Black Palace with the delirious girl half awake on her back.

Reaching the outskirts of the Black Palace, Isabelle came to find out that her parents were in fact in the city square now and were making sure that everyone here was okay. She wanted to speak to them... she thinks that maybe Dracula was the reason that the Occult claimed authority to traverse Magic Earth and help, it would only be a threat from their side of the worlds that would give them an excuse to come here, really. On her way by the gates she did found Claudia though, and the girl looked very much like she had seen better times, how unfortunate for that dress she wore...

"Farlawn?" Isabelle questioned, raising a brow as she looked to the horse and gathered the girl meant the animal. "You know i don't keep secrets from my brother" she stated, but the girl was off and sighed, Isabelle could never understand that girl, always acting on her own mind, not always letting others know what she was up to except for Nyru. That's probably where her mother's dislike for the girl came from. "Fine, whatever" she dropped and arm as she looked to the horse.

Back inside Nyru was quite looking forwards to getting to the quarters, it would be cosy and everything they needed would be there for rest until they were okay again. Naturally, he was thinking about all the city clear up that would be needed, as well as going to Southmarch with the Therians once the Occult were back in Absóluté. Then Adi said soething. She mentioned the tattoo and his heart suddenly began to beat faster. When his chest suddenly decided to collapse he felt the air escape him when he stopped walking and stared at the ground. He swallowed and didn't break eye contact with the dull carpet laid out before them. "You've met him too..." he said, remembering the same tattoo on her shoulder back in the battle. "He found me and Claudia when we were imprisoned... I can't say im proud to have used his gift" he admitted, not truly able to make eye contact with Adi as they continued down the corridors. He kept thinking how the prince had managed to give him and Claudia abilities that gave them the upper hand in some of this, but... how much did he help, really? It was more like he was just here for the ride, watching for his entertainment. He was confused more than anything, Nyru didn't enjoy being confused or frustrated either, he liekd things to be simple. And that was something to talk about alone... simple won't be easy for a while when he thinks about introducing Laxion to his parents...

He shook it off. He needed to update Laxion... he must be worried bitter. Nyru finally asked "You?" then giving her a single glance, his expression showing ache and his struggle to accept the prince ever happened. He wasn't ashamed, but he wasn't proud, he was only unsure about how to feel about the subject. The Prince of Crows was normally like marmite, you either hate him or you love him. Old hags saying how he was great and helped their people in a time of need, others claiming how he was full of deceit and was the terror that unleashed the ravenous vampires that Occulas hates so much, nothing like the high-blood vampires of Non-magic Earth.

A knight entered the room and awoke the young lady assisting that the queen needed their tribulation to society. Straining her still weakened body the girl had felt like she had been asleep for hours when in reality it had only been forty five minutes. The prince stood her up in her dream so that obviously meant that he wanted her to find the answer herself. Word had probably spread by now about her whereabouts because Isabelle couldn't keep a secret from Nyru to save her life so now was a good time as any to talk to him. Claudia thanked the man for allowing her to use his bunker and picked up her crusted disgrace of a dress off the ground. She disposed of it in a garbage can right away hoping to never lay on the garment that contained more than just her blood. Out into the corridor, she slowly climbed the stair well to the upper levels to the Guard Quarters where she knew he and Adi would be. Should she spill her darkness achievement to the gypsy too or spare her innocent ears of such vulgarity?

The archer made it up their stairs to the point where she was out of breath and needed to rest. She sat at the top wiping sweat from her brow and leaning against the railing before she caught wind of voices down the hall. The blonde couldn't comprehend the conversation, but the mumbling was enough to verify whose's voices they are. Erecting herself, the girl inched down the hall using the wall to push off of every few seconds. Their shadows were long thin figures parading towards the room, and her shadow wanted to join theirs but she was afraid. However, it was to late to turn back now knowing that she would have to see the two eventually and tell them her actions of her stone heart.

She slipped into plain view and waiting down at the end for them to reach her. Claudia would have met them half was if she wasn't about to collapse under her own weight and running was an unfathomable opinion. Her heart raced as the drew closer and her breathing was loud enough to echo through the corridor which was almost embarrassing. Although, the red color in her cheeks drained into a pale white which didn't make her look to winded, but instead incredibly sickly. She trying to put on a smile to cover up her pain but there was no doubt Nyru would see right through her ruse.