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Had she even been here since Crescentia had adopted her? She'd spent so much time here before then, and she'd even met a friend she caught up with again later! Strangely enough though this place hadn't even been on her mind until she appeared in it in that strange dream she had once had, a dream that'd been haunting her since then. Maybe if she went to the actual place she'd be able to find some answers. Crescentia was nice enough to give her the address to the place since she had long forgotten how to actually get there, but she looked rather glum about it. Had she forseen something she wasn't happy about? She'd been focusing so much on protecting Emmet lately since she felt Riley still had a lot to learn about being a father, so maybe that was it.

So she went off in search of the place, following Crescentia's directions exactly. She was desperate to find this place, and it'd be nice to see what had become of it since Crescentia had taken her in!

What she found was nothing like she had expected even in her wildest dreams.

Guinevere stood there, in front of the lone door, staring with wide eyes at what had once been a home to her. No way...when had this happened?! "Wh-what?" She looked around at the ash and rubble. How? When? Why? This didn't make any sense!

Prana woke from her sleep, her hand absently brushing her hair out of her face as she tried to remember her dreams. They were strange this evening.

A red door, chipped and worn, amidst a pile of rubble and ash.

She knew that door, but from where. A red door on a cobbled street...

Prana gave a gasp as she remembered it, deep in her memory. It was the door to the Legend HQ. She hadn't see it in so long. Something about the image pulled at her heart, made her want to see it, to be there standing before it.

Quickly, she was dressed and out the door, with simply a note left for her guardian to explain her absence. The trip wasn't long, but she felt as if she couldn't move fast enough, and found herself running as she rounded the last corner, almost skidding to a stop.

There it was, exactly where it should have been.

The red door.

Strangely, it seemed that she wasn't the only one called to this place again. A girl she didn't think she knew stood by the door, along with a winged boy who sparked a glimmer of recognition in her brain. She remembered a soft, shy angelic boy from her past, was this him again?

"M...Mikhael?" She called out softly, taking a few steps closer to the ruined place she once called her home away from home.

With the two girls on either side of him, Mik shrugged at Guin's question, inclining his head without taking his eyes off the rubble. "Needed to be." It was the best, well, really, the only way he could explain the feeling. He inclined his head back to look at Prana when she called his name. He didn't remember her as a person, but flashes of soft fur stroked the outer edge of his subconsciousness, willing him to remember something.

"I...I don't know you,...but I do." Then he made a small connection. "My...my shoes?" Raife still kept those tiny hand-me-down boots on the top shelf of his closet. The soft fur of those was the closest he could capture the feeling, although he was having trouble remembering them...they hadn't fit in so long.

He knelt down amongst the rubble, and cupped his hands around a piece, blowing some of the silver sprinkled dust off it, before placing it on another piece. "Maybe to rebuild." He closed his eyes and tried to imagine the HQ as it was, and wished he had a gift in carpentry. They were just rocks, after all. He couldn't will them to do anything. He looked up, a little sheepishly.

"You guys don't know any carpenters, do you?" He dusted off his pant legs and stood up straight. The picture in his mind weighed heavily on him, so he poked at the silver silt around his feet, drawing the lines and borders of the HQ in a makeshift set of blueprints. He smiled a bit, remembering where the couches had been, then sighed a bit, puzzledly, as he recalled the back doors he'd never gone through. He couldn't even recollect the HQ, it was pointless to even think about rebuilding it.

He shoved his foot through the blueprint irritatedly, smearing it across the ground. "I was too small."

"You needed to be?" That didn't make much sense to her. There was no actual motivation to come here besides a strange urge dragging him here? Even Guinevere had a strange dream she could swear had taken place in these headquarters. But this place looked as if it'd been this way for ages! Much longer than when she'd had her dream...but it didn't look as if Mik or this other girl had any idea why it'd been destroyed. Guinevere traced her fingers over the grain of the door, moving her finger around where paint had chipped and frowning again. It looked...lonely.

She looked up when the boy mentioned shoes out of nowhere, blinking and turning back to him. Huh? "Shoes?" The watched the other girl in the corner of her eye, sucking her lower lip between her teeth and nibbling on it in thought. Had this girl given his shoes or something? Her face looked rather familiar...she knew she'd seen this girl somewhere before! But where? She just...augh it was so frustrating! She sighed softly to herself and decided to just watch Mik play in the ash. What was he up to now?

Guinevere walked up to put her hands on her knees and lean over to peek over Mik's shoulder, blinking and tilting her head. "Rebuild?" The other girl voiced her thoughts before she could ask any more. Oh, she had a point. Remaking something was never as good as the original no matter how perfectly you matched it. It didn't have the same...how to put it...the same love and heart, the memories weren't in the new things, they were in the old and destroyed walls and furniture. "I don't know any carpenters or people who build buildings, but she has a point...it wouldn't have the same kind of life to it if someone just came in and started rebuilding." She turned back to Mik as he erased his work. He'd done so well for only knowing the place as a baby.

Standing up straight again so she didn't butt heads with Mik as he stood, Guin clasped her hands behind her back and walked back to stand with the other girl and the door. A soft smile spread across her lips at the girl's words, looking the door up and down. "You know what'd be cool? If we opened it and it actually led someplace." She suggested with a giggle, turning her smile to the other girl now. She couldn't just keep calling her 'the other girl', she needed a name!

"I'm Guinevere, by the way~!"

Guinevere was pushing a small piece of charred wood with the toe of her boot during the girl's moment of realization. She looked up when her name was mentioned, however, and looked pretty startled that her name was being cried out. Was she famous or something?

Wait! The last time?

"The last...do I kno--Prana?" Prana..Prana..she knew that name! But she was so little, it was hard to remember things from when she was a baby. It took her two or three seconds but realization finally dawned on her and her eyes widened as much as Prana's, staring at her and gasping. "Prana!" She cried, throwing her arms around her old friend and hopping up and down. It'd been so long since she'd seen her! She had so much to ask now! Like how she'd been and where she'd been and...

"But how come you're here?" Guin put her hands on Prana's shoulder and leaned back a bit, tilting her head. She'd come for answers, Mik just needed to, so what had drawn Prana in?

"Let's go see the headquarters."

"What? Why...? I told you it wasn't there anymore."

"I want to see for myself, I guess. I just get the feeling that we could go."

"...Fine. I need to go to the store, anyway."

The conversation had been that simple. Mayu wanted to visit the old headquarters for whatever reason, and Demare had merely bent to her will. Things had been different ever since she'd come to live with him while her mother was away, and he'd hoped that, despite having already told her the building had burnt down more than a year ago, going to the ruins would make her at least a little bit happy. The halfling looked down at the small child's pale hand, watching it sway back and forth at her side as she walked. She wouldn't even hold his hand anymore... As much as it hurt, he thought that maybe it was for the best. Just for the time being, at least.

"Don't get all upset when you see it like I said it was," he warned her, unable to stop his sigh as the words stumbled from his lips. What an odd feeling... He was actually kind of annoyed over this.

"Don't worry, I won't," Mayu assured him, almost cheerily. Demare worried too much, in her opinion, and she didn't like being coddled so much. Well, maybe just not by him. "I just had this... weird feeling. I think something's happening there."

Her pink eyes lifted upward to look at the teen's face, noting the aggravation that was apparent through his body language. She didn't want to go without him, especially if this 'something' that was occurring was anything bad. As much as she hated to admit it, Mayu still needed help in protecting herself, and she could only do so much alone.

"Can't you feel it?"

Demare pursed his lips slightly, shoving his bandaged hands into his pants pockets. It was faint, but he could definitely feel something almost pulling him toward the headquarter's remains, and it was a little unsettling.

"Not really," he lied, his bi-colored eyes lulling half closed. He shook his head a little bit to shift the bangs away from his view. "Maybe you're just sensitive to that stuff since... Hm, forget it. We're almost there."

As they rounded the corner and onto the street their old playground had been located, he could hear voices coming from the ruins. There were others there? His heart began to beat a little faster. Why was he suddenly feeling so anxious? Even his steps grew a little larger, the pull getting stronger as the approached the small group. All but one looked familiar, but he felt his mouth shut for the time being.

Mayu did her best to keep up, unsure of why the teen had begun to hurry. I thought he didn't want to come... she thought to herself, peering towards the group of three standing near a door.

As she reached the destination, she began to feel a little wary. Had she met any of these people before? A part of her hoped that maybe she hadn't, not wanting to deal with any awkward situations from having forgotten people she'd known before the incident. As if thinking it would give her confidence or help ease her nervousness, Mayu reached over and tightly took hold of a loose bandage strap that was hanging off Demare's arm.

And there they all stood chattering and wondering why they had come. A tall girl with black hair, a healer of sorts, and a very pretty girl, a soft child who floated like a cloud full of the inspirations of the world, a spunky red-head with the graces of a goddess, a unicorn girl who tread softly upon the earth, two more, an older boy and a young girl both coming into their own in the world. Would any more come? A collection of strange and powerful beings have come into being, and they still don’t know who they really are.

I can feel their presence here, now. Their energies have come back to this place again, dead with ashes of past event. They have come back. There is so much they don’t know, and things I cannot tell them, for obvious reasons: doors can’t talk. I’m surprised I can think. I need to show them though, show them the things that are connected to them.

And now I can. With all of them collected here, I have enough power to connect to there. I know not if this is a good idea or a bad idea, I do not feel such weight on my decisions. Only that I know that this is something I must do, before time runs out, this is my duty as the red door standing here.

“Come children… you need to know.”

And with those strange eerie words spoken on the wind, they creaked and cracked like old wood in the attic, the lone red door opened a fracture. A bright light could be seen emanating from the other side of the door. Who, gathered there, would be the first to venture beyond the threshold?