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Karawan walked in through to the back of the room, unconsciously magiking several flowers in his step, ultimately sitting on a rather large lotus. He sat there, not staring to space, but averting his eyes from Arilam. Karawan was thinking, hard, because if he didn't approach this the right way, he'd...

"Arilam, I don't want to go home."

Errupting from his hands, a large and impenetrable forest surrounded the two men. It was no more than 10 feet in diameter, but it enclosed them quite tightly. One could only hear into the forest if they were magiking a hole in it.

Before speaking, Karawan dropped down from the flower. He turned away from Arilam for a second, then turned back.

"War, War, War. Why War?"

Beate sat, hearing what the general said. It hardly phased her as the sky captain made his recommendations. She hadn't come to Pandora for the sake of pleasing her consort, as attractive as he is..., she thought. Too old though...

Beate laughed to herself while Pandora began talking, the thought of dear Cousin Panny and the old general.

"I'm sorry Panny, but aren't their any young men left in Ilium? Or is that the current fashion? Geriatric Romance."

She threw the Priscilla up into the air, at once a thousand pinpricks of light filled the room. It errupted, the metal being magiked into a thousand chain links, layering up and down her gown. Soon her gown was melting away, being burned by the hot metal. For a few moments, Beate's naked body floated before the screen before her body was covered in white and pink and silver armor.

The ship began to slowly fall back into the atmosphere, but only a few hundred miles or so, just to regain the gravity. Beate at first was floating as she walked toward the camera, but a she ship fell back, she slowly dropped to the floor.

Now her armor, she looked to Andora, who had tears running down her face. The two old friends hugged, and even Beate shed a tear before speaking to her.

"You're sure Dora."

"Yes, Your Majesty. It must be done. I chose this, for your approching Kingdom."

"Dora." Beate flashed a golden ring in her hand, pressing it to Andora's chest. The room then illuminated again, as silver and golden haze enveloped the room, causing the visual feed instruments to static. What could be seen, despite the static, was Beate's hand sinking into Andora's screaming and riling body, her magik and life force errupting from Andora's eyes, mouth, hands, and feet, in all directions. Beate removed her hand from Andora's chest, slowly, pulling out a burning white hot sword.

Andora fell limp. Beate squeezed her dead body, dropping the sword to the floor. Andora body had thick veins of silver running all along her limp body, and Beate fell to the floor, crying uncontrolably. It passed for several minutes, before she stood up, and walked to the camera. Her make up ran down her face, a sign of her inpenetrale sadness.

"We found it when I was twelve, while on one of my many stays on lower earth. My father has no idea that I've found one of them, that I am a holder Pandora. I have given up my best friend...my only friend...for the sake of ending this war." She fell back and grabbed the sword on the ground, and held it up for Pandora and the general to see.

"Look familiar Panny? I am it's possessor." Seeing Pandora's response, she nodded her head. "Yes, my dear Cousin. The Thistledey, the Holy Sword of Fire and Water. Feel like talking now?"

Arilam stared as Rhin created the small forest. Something big must have been welling up inside of him to do something this elaborate for the sake of privacy.

"I'm not sure exactly why war must occur between the counties, Rhin. I don't believe the queen of Olympus really cares for war, and I can't really speak for that Osiris fellow over in Duat. So I suppose the primary cause of war would be because of Heimdall and his weird god complex."

Arilam leaned against a tree. "Why do you ask, though? This war has been going for a while now. Why the sudden questioning of its purpose?"

Gabriel sighed and dumped a bunch of his tools on his bike. He wanted to just take a peak at the engines but he was being payed so he had to follow orders. "Starboard it is then" he said as he looked at the madness of the plants. "and by the way these plants seem to bet out of control you have a wood mage I would guess." Gabriel stepped on a vine that was trying find its way across the floor. "Jeeze" he muttered as he nearly tripped over another vine. He turned to the starboard portion and pushed the air-orb with him.

He arrived at the ruined mess of the last air-orb. "This is going to take a bit of work" Gabriel muttered. "But I can fix the connections and install the orb in a little less than an hour. The only problem will be cleaning up the mess left by the previous or being destroyed. Unless you happen to carry a big chunk of metal in your hold then i can get the whole job done in ten maybe fifteen minutes. Less if you know another metal mage that can help" Gabriel smiled as he ran through the process "Then another few minutes for balancing and tuning and the White Hawk will be flying again."

When the forst began sprouting, Darrin decided that it would be a good time to leave. He knew it would seem suspicious if he stayed hidden in a giant forest on a metal ship. So he decided to go out to the near by village to scan for any prospect of maybe coming down here a little more regualarly to sell. Maybe he would meet an old acquaintance from his travels to Lower Earth after he had set out on his own. A water mage that had given him shelter and solace when he was alone, before joining the man he would eventually view as his mentor.

Maybe she still lived down here. She would be an old woman by now, but he knew that her amazing water magik abilities would have grown in the tewnty years since he had met her, as had his own. Which made him want to ignite a flame. Just for the heck of it.

"It's quite common, Arilam," he responded, "or perhaps, was quite common, back in the time before the Haze. My father was one of the first woodcrafters to produce this plant from magic. Therebefore it was known by its old name, Philoctens Saxifraga." He walked closer so Arilam could see into his palm.

"See, there? It is the only flower that is grown in Rock, meaning it's manipulation should be earth-based. But..." he placed it in Arilam's hands. The flower, which was beautiful in it's own right, stood up in Arilam's hands, grew twice its size, and sprouted two more blossoms. "My father figured out how to grow it. He was a Haze Theorist. The flower was renamed after him. His name was Karawan. I am his namesake."

He turned around and suddenly, large amounts of Karawan blossoms were blooming from Karawan's hand. "And not only am I my father's son, I'm his...experiment. I'm not a teacher in training, I am a Vizier, and the High Mage of Duat just me in the forest their, and now I don't know where my loyalties lie." Suddenly, pine needles filled the air, whipping around the two of them. When they settled, Karawan bent low to the ground.

"I'm affraid the menace just doesn't lie in Valhalla anymore. I needed to stop lying. I need you trust me. I need your help."

Pandora watched the interaction between the two women with mild curiosity, and disapproval as Beate thrust her hand into her friend, but her expression changed to shock at the appearance of the sword. The eyes of her crew grew fearful as the rarely seen expression appeared. Pandora stood up and walked over to the screen, not sure if she could believe such a thing could be real.

"Such a thing... really exists? The old legends in the Olympian histories speak the truth on such matters?"

Pandora fell to the floor, sitting, trying to wrap her mind around such an occurence. The crew stared between the image of the sword and the queen, terrified and questioning what could make their queen so frightened. This object that Beate held so casually, none of her predictions for the war could have considered this as a factor!

"Such a dangerous object truly exists! If one exists, then so must the other two. If an enemy was to come into possesion of such an object, then..." The queen gasped in realization. "It can't be, the Epiphany Charger!"

"Beate!" Pandora said, standing and facing the screen. "Is what I fear the case for Heimdall's new weapon?"

Darrin rode to the town, parking his bike on the pier. He noticed a woman of maybe nineteen or twenty standing farther down, on the beach. "Excuse me, m'lady, would you happen to know of a woman by the name of Rosalie? I was wondering if maybe she lived in this village. I'm an old acquaitance, wishing to thank her again for the compassioin she showed to me so long ago?" He couldn't help but sense an immense power eminating from the girl. A power that he had felt before, so long ago. And he knew then that Rosalie lived here. For he could sense the same power he had felt so long ago on this girl. It made him dizzy.