backdated to 5/24
Hyperborea appeared in the streets of her wonder in an instance. Oh God they’re really de…dead. It’s my fault! I drew that thing to the house. It came because of my aura. I let it kill…..Oh God Mama Papa I’m so sorry. I’m so sor… She couldn’t complete her thoughts before breaking down into choked sobs.

Theseus walked out of a house near where Hyperborea had appeared. “Kora You’ve….” He stopped mid-sentence. She looked terrible, her hands were busted open and she had tears pouring down her face. He wondered what could have happened to her and then he noticed she had become a squire, he now had an idea of what had happened. She had paid a dear price for her new powers, though he didn’t know the price was it was clearly terrible. “Kora are you alright?” He asked genuine concern in his voice.

“I…I’m fine please leave me alone right now.” She didn’t want to see or talk to anyone right now, she just want to be left alone to wallow in her misery.

“Very well, Kora. I shall be near if you need me.” He said before vanishing into the dark. As much as he wanted to help and comfort her, he didn’t want to impose on her either. She needs to become stronger, especially given her gender, if she’s to survive. She will never achieve that strength if I coddle her.

Hyperborea stumbled into her ancestral home. She was beyond devastated; her whole world had been shattered in one night. She fumbled about in the dimly lit house, lit only by the sun and starlight leaking from the windows. She ran her hand over a surface that felt like granite and eventually she felt sharp sting on her finger. She lifted it up and saw it was bleeding. She looked down and saw it was a knife. Holding it up to the light she saw it was a silver knife and a beautiful one. As she stared into her reflection in the dagger all she could think about is how easy it would be to make this nightmare end, how she could see her Mama and Papa again with one swift stab.

She re positioned the knife so that the blade was pointed directly at her heart. Her legs were shaking and she ended up slowly sliding down to her knees on the marble floor. Her hands were shaking and she took a deep breath. Come on Ciel you’re not afraid of a bit of pain; you know you can’t live in a word without them. She told herself.

I….I just can’t do it. She thought as she threw the knife down. I’m not worthy of seeing them. I don’t deserve such bliss. I need to repent for my sins before I may be allowed to die. I need to fulfill my duty as a knight and then I can take my own life. She told herself a dead look in her eyes as she looked down at the knife. She felt a new determination filling her. She would become stronger and she would help to end this war and then someday she would earn the right to be reunited with her Papa and Mama.

“Theseus are you there?” She said clearing her throat and standing up from the floor.
“Yes Kora I am here.” replied the calm and almost emotionless voice of the stone giant. Though his voice and manners belied a calm detachment in truth he was a swirling mass of emotions. He was so worried when she held the knife to her chest. While true she had not been his ideal successor, she was still his heir and he couldn’t bear to lose her. To see her become just another in a long series of failures that made up his knighthood.

“Theseus I would like you to train me, teach me to use my magic and fight as a true knight of Hyperborea.” She said making her way to the door her face hidden by a mass of hair but the tear streaks still clearly visible.

“As you wish child. Though know I shall grant you no mercy in training.” He said watching her carefully.

“I would expect no less.”