Aegir watched the two girls, both Alyina and Kim had been captured in their own minds each experiencing adventures of their own, one dark and one light though they intersected at points sharing in the same world that he created. A part of him had been urging to take Alyina, knowing that it was a rare thing to possess for long here. If he let her leave if he saw her again then it was nearly certain that another beast would have taken it.

But he contented himself with this for now. Mentally he took it, and it was an easy enough matter to draw her back to this place too. He had reasoned that he would have her in time, patience. Her thoughts and pleasures did turn back on him since he was sensing what she did so in a way her pleasure was his own.

But the story still played out, there was still an act left in his tale so to speak, nor was this one over yet either.

"In time you shall see it, you are not ready to see it now though. There is only so much that you should be exposed to right now and the fact that your life is in danger is great enough."

He shook his head slightly as she went on. There were a lot of points to cover and he thought that he would get to each in time. "I did not use your virginity, could not. It does not exactly work that way. See in order to gain what I had you must have given yourself willingly to me or else I would only be able to draw a small portion of power from you. Remember when I spoke to you about tantric sex? I was able to tap into you soul and draw power from it. I could do so at any time from hence forth when we come together as one though in the future what I could draw from our union would be minute now, nothing like this.

"I also spoke to you about Sable's intentions with the planetary alignment. There are rituals, nonlethal ones that can draw power from beings and while you are no longer a virgin you still provide power, though not as great. Sable wishes to use this alignment to fuel her vanity but there are other things it can be used for. I couldn't use it at all before as my magical power was next to depleted, now however I can tap into it without a problem.

"Our joining was more fruitful than I had thought granting me more magical power than I thought. The form you saw me in previously was a sapped version of the one you see now, one that was close to dead.

"I won't lie, can't lie, there have been others in the past, others in the dungeons but none provided me with a fraction of this power. It's like giving a starving man a sandwich, they are still ravenously hungry afterwards. At best I managed to hold off death for some time but now the alignment is occurring and fortunately you were here. In all her years Sable never possessed a high profile prisoner." He paused as if he realized what she must have been thinking.

:No, I never married another save for Titiana and yourself. I did not use your virginity, it had to be a choice on your part to give me this energy by opening up to me. I used what you offered though. I was and am always content to do as you wish though tonight I have no desire to bury another wife. No, you shall live.

"In fact, your hunter friend is coming back if he keeps to his word. Hopeful he has found the winds that are hidden in the Dark Forest, I told him where to look.

"Why do I glow? I have never fully figured that out, only that it's more intense the greater the pleasure I feel. It has something to do with my essence too, in time you will glow too, you were a little tonight. It's an after effect of our joining, and the more of my essence you receive the greater you will glow. The effect fades with time. While my seed is in your system you will glow when you are in the act with anyone. When it passes or is denied to you then you will no longer glow. The effect is harmless, however."

In real life, Alynia had no idea what had happened to her. Completly forgetting what she had been doing, who she used to be. Sucked up so far into this mirage that it was almost laughable. The illusionary world she was in had become her new reality, that is until she was pried awake from her long winded fantasy.

Alynia listened closely to him while curling up, resting comfortable against his smooth body. She only spoke when he was complete. "Im glad that I am of good use to you." she told him in all seriousness kissing his chest lightly. "I didn't know you needed me to survive." she admitted. "I guess since you've looked the same since I trait met you I assumed that you've always looked that way. Truthfully, you didn't look like you were dying."

"You were attractive before, and even more so now." she said smiling. But his smile faded as she sighed. "Concerning the ritual, I am much more confident than before seeing how this first phase of plan worked spendidly. But now I won't lie, I'm dreadfully nervous. Thinking about it makes me shudder. It's like I'm on the fencepost between life and death, it's a feeling I would hope no one else will have to go through." Alynia clutched him a bit tighter. "But if you say I will be safe, then I will believe you with all that I can." she declared firmly kissing him on the tip of his nose in an affectionate manner.

"Now, as much as I like being naked in bed with you." she paused thinking over what she just said, Alynia was surprised at how frank she was. "To tell you the truth I wouldn't mind if we stayed like this forever. Maybe we should get dressed." Alynia's eyes flicked toward the discarded long forgotten clothing pile. A messy heap of what they had been wearing. "I don't know how long we have been, and getting caught right now would be beyond terrible." she signed again truly hating her words. She wanted to stay in bed, preferably nude, cuddling against Oberron but Alynia was a logical girl who knew suggesting this was for the better.

"Thank you for saying so," he spoke when she mentioned his appearance. He seemed to be as self conscious of his appearance as she would have been her own. He blushed, then rewarded her with a coy kiss, first on the check then on the lips when he realized that they were married or so it would seem to an outsider watching these events unfold.

"I can mask it well, illusions always did come easy to me and most fey." He paused as she glanced towards their discarded clothing, he like her did not wish to pull away from her then, delighting in the pleasant closeness though he could not find reason to argue with her logic.

When she neared the scattering of clothes she heard him speak. "... And I was hoping that we could do so again but you are right. Neither of us know when Sable will send for us, she may have already send for me since I'm etching all of the circles for the rituals.

That was one of her mistakes too. She is too vain to risk getting dirty and her shadow is the same. At this point she has no idea as to how powerful I've become." He stood, moving up behind her and laying his lips on her bare shoulder. He held her by the waist simply standing there for a moment.

"Stay in the center of your circle at all times. Life has never felt more alive than when one is faced with death. I know your nervous and with good reason if this goes wrong, I am nervous too but rest assurd that I will not be loosing you tonight. That may be selfish but that is my wish, soon to be a reality."

He gazed at her dress, thought about it and something did not add up, something he had missed. It took him a moment of staring at the piece of fabric before he realized that it was a shade off from the original he modeled it after. Of course he had been unaware of the fact that Sable had already picked up on this difference so he altered the hue to match the garment she was imprisoned with, creasing the material slighty, making it look and smell as if it had been worn for a few days almost to the point where Alyina didn't wish to wear it. Of course once he was aware that it made no difference he altered it back and even freshened it a little since Sable assumed that he had been hear already though of course he didn't want her to think that he had recently been here either.

Alynia pulled on her panties as she watched Oberron alter her dress, seemingly dissatisfied. She groaned lightly at the feeling of fabric rubbing against her delicate flower. She reached out a hand to take her dress back, and she slipped it on over her head. Alynia sighed while adjusting her dress around her body so it would fit a bit more comfortably. "I hope we can do that again soon." she mused watching him dress from the bed with almost a look of disappointment.

"I don't want you to be nervous. Everything will be alright." she told him, even if it was a rather nerve wrecking process. "Yes yes, center of the circle... Will it hurt?" she asked a bit childishly.

"Maybe you should disguise yourself as a guard for now." she suggested letting her mind wander to what time it was again. "Wait, don't you have to go to draw the circle or whatever?" Alynia recalled remember the guard that had interrupted the two whilst they were relaxing in Oberron's tower.

"The sooner the better," he smiled at her as his form shifted. He was again a guard and while he turned his attention to the bed he snapped his fingers so that it was made before looking back at her. He shook his head.

As long as you remain in the center it will not hurt. You may feel drowsy but not everyone feels as drained, it flucuates depending on the stamina of the individual and how long the ritual lasts. I suspect that you will be fine. A part of my essence is still inside you, which will assist with shrugged off certain magical attacks.

He nodded as she mentioned him drawing up the circles. "Yes, I have to prepare the circles ahead of time. Promise me, no matter what do not leave the circle until I say other wise. You should be aware of when that is, the essence in you now will resignate with the ritual and fade as it passes, but nevertheless the sensations will be knew and it is best if we make sure."

He stepped into her then, his lips pressing against hers as his hands slide against her hips. He enjoyed that moment, the taste of her lips against his then shortly after breaking that kiss he did so again. Realizing that he was delaying, and only adding to the sweet torture that raged inside of him, he smiled slipped back and bid her well as he departed.

Each moment seemed agonizingly long as the end approached. Was this the same feeling an inmate had before walking the last mile? Then after what seemed to be forever a pair of guards came too fetch her escorting her through the castle to a large hall. There she saw Sable and near her at the back wall was Oberron, he caught her eye, and quickly dropped his head either in shame or out of the fact that he did not wish to reveal anything.

Scattered throughout the room where several guards and she was thrust in the center of the room with 11 other girls. Absent was Julie dropping their numbers from 13 to twelve. Kim was here as well and stepped closer to her side after her wrists were restrained by chains attached to the floor. The other girl's were restrained in similar fashion though the chains were long enough where they could not get out of the magical circle they were in even if she tried.

There were other glyphs etched on the floor here and there. Sable was in another one at the far end of the room. An hour glass, nearly empty at this point drained it's final grains of sand.

"Alyina! Thank god you're still alive. This has been one crazy roller coaster ride that I not sure of. How we got here, how were suppose to get back, I think the last sane thing I remember was looking at flowers. I didn't know if you were still alive or not at this point after you came and saw me, it seems like forever in the darkness.

"Don't worry, he said he would come though he is cutting it awfully close."

The last grains of sand slipped out of the top globe of the hour glass and a gong sounded in an adjoining room. From their they could her chanting though neither girl understood the language at all. Sable began to speak now to in a strange dialect. It was not the language of the fey. She may not have understood that language but there was a certain smoothness to it, the words almost musical in nature and this was harsher on the ear.

Walking past various windows she realized it was dark outside. The full moon shone brightly in the sky. She was shivering, the cold of the night penetrating easily through her thin dress as she was guided into the large room. Tall ceilings, a gothic medival style. If it weren't for the present givn situation, Alynia would have stopped to marvel at the architectural wonder of it all. There were many torches alight both above, strung high on the ceiling, and along the walls. A few candles lined various points on the circle really giving the room an eerie ritualistic feel.

Alynia was a trembling nervous wreck as she was forced to stand in the middle of the room. Turning to Oberron for a brief moment, she guessed he was using an illusion to appear the way he did when he first met her. Alynia didn't remain eye contact for long for the same reason he looked away. Instead she looked thankfully at Kim who still seemed perfectly fine. "Yeah, I remember those flowers. Seems like forever ago." she responded briefly she didn't comment on her words about who Alynia assumed was the hunter, but her thoughts were interupted as a gong sounded. She turned her head around trying to find the location of the sound but she couly only assume that it came from the next room.

Alynia bit her lip, she could only assumed the gong alerted them of the planet's alignment. She held her breath thinking of the short fleeting memories she held onto. First she glanced around at the other girls, none as clean and well kept as Alynia was and each of them in various states of shabbiness. The were all looking around scared. None of them had the privlege of knowing what was about to happen to them. Alynia let out a slow breath of air as if releasing her fear. She turned to look at Sable with a glance that showed her determination and disgust. Even though Sable was cruel and evil, Alynia couldn't help but think the witch was already beautiful.

The sands in the top half of the hour glass had run out, this could only mean that it was time. Alynia watched oddly intrigued as Sable began to chant. She obeyed Oberron's words and remained perfectly still in the center of the circle. Bracing herself for what was to come.

Beings wearing masks and branding censors that billowed forth a thick black smoke entered chanting something she did not quite understand but she gathered that the dozen men were monks or of a religious sect. She could not understand what they were saying but came to recognize that they repeated their words again and again. All the while their came a warmth in the pit of her stomach that reached out throughout her entire body and she was aware that something was beginning. She might not understand it full but somehow she guess, though in retrospect as the monks knelt on the floor in a circle about them that was obvious.

She even noticed that Oberron's head was bowed and lips moving as if he were speaking, though perhaps it was only to himself for she could not hear him, nor did it seem that anyone else cared to pay attention to him.

Then a moment later she heard words, faint within her ear though she could not understand them their tone was musical and utterly slowly so she could clearly hear each one. While she did not understand them the voice belonged to Oberron and it was only because those words were so clear to her ear that she heard them above the chanting of the monks and Sable.

She watched seeing that the small fey stepped back, no not small any longer she knew that he had to be using some sort of illusion to mask his true nature as he looked down at the floor as he shifted back and to his right. From hence forth he was still but she could still hear his words clearly in that native dialect of his.

Then a horn blew, not hear, not in the next room but somewhere outside and Kim perked up. She anxiously glanced about herself, the horn resounded again. "He's here!"

A moment later and a guard ran into the room. Alyina recognized him as the young man the red headed warrior relieved the day before. He looked exhausted and was out of breath as if he ran a considerable distance.

"Fey! An army of them! It's the hunter, he's come back."

Sable snapped her head in his direction, seemed to relay something to him telepathically for she didn't miss a beat in chanting. Alyina could feel her body as if it were being tugged in two different directions at once. One pull seemed stronger than the other though and it felt as if her soul was being torn from her body. The other tug held on and tried to draw it back into her body.

Sable's attention snapped to Oberron and for a moment he fell quiete. "Nice try king." She seemed to relay with her eyes but her focus had to be on the ritual right now and she boomed forth those unholy words further wrenching at Alyina's soul, nearly winning the contest then and there if not for Oberron's chant in her ear calling her back.

She could hear those words now in her ear growing louder even as she heard the twang of a volley of arrows. The castle was under attack! Though she doubted if the battle would be resolved before the end of this ritual.

There, that word, she heard Oberron recite it before but where ... in that song he sang, she recalled it from the song. He said it three times in a row, though she did not know it's meaning she could sense that their was urgency in his words now as he struggled with this invisible tug of war.

She fled into the mists though she suspected that Gustav was the focal point for this mist and assumed he had to be close. She no longer heard the carriage though, which was a good thing right? But she could still hear Sig somewhere near as he hunted for her.

The sounds of running water grew louder in her ears though she heard the big guy sniffing at the air. "I can smell you. You're close ... I can hear the skip of your heart beat too, it betrays you. You're close, so very CLOSE!"

He popped into view, a shadowy figure in the mists that grew larger as he swiftly approached. The mis made it difficult to see but he appeared as a black stain moving through the clouds. And soon he would be upon her, her only option was breaking for it and running for at a quick glance the terrain was doing her no favors, or was it as she turned to run she made it all of three steps before her foot sank to it's ankle in icy cold water.

As quick as Sig was he couldn't cover the ground between them before she would slip from his reach. Not long after she was looking at him from the other side of the brooke. He cast a glance down at the running water then back at her.

"Why don't you come a little closer, girlie. I don't care if we have to bring you to the master dead or not. Gustav gave you a decision, you choose to throw your life away. Really, do you think you can make it to the village alone? And if so won't they just tie you up again so save yourself the trouble and be a good little girl." He called from his side of the brooke. He was glaring at her, annoyed she imagined. He was not trying to tug on her mind, either he lacked that power or was no good at it, not to the stage Gustav was by any means. "Come back, before you regret it."

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Alynia wanted to concentrate on the wonderful realization that an army had arrived, but she was struggling with other concerns at the moment. She cried out, more of surprise than pain, at the sudden feeling of something being tugged and forced out of her. The sensation was completly unpleasent as it felt that something was trying to rip out her essence, as if she was slowly being emptied of her existence.

Even Oberron was confident that this wouldn't happen, she couldn't help but to beginning to feel a bit more faint, but as soon as she began swaying she felt something soft wrap tightly around her, restricting her from falling over. As it brought her back to concious she also realized she was restricted of any movement save for wincing.

The pulling only grew more intense as Alynia felt she was slowly being emptied out, as soon as it felt like she couldn't take it any longer another force joined in on this terrible tug of war waging inside of her. The new force felt just as unpleasent felt as it was shoving her essence back within her filling her up once more, but as she heard Oberron's voice resonate in her ears she was mildly comforted. She winced as the force extracting grew a little stronger, but she had no choice but to endure.

She closed her eyes working hard to ignore the chaos that was slowly unfolding around the and concentrated hard on Oberron's urgent words she had heard just two nights before. Alynia was using all her might to help Oberron, silently encouraging him with everything she could.

There was a collective groan as the other girls were drawn to their knees. There was nothing drawing their essence back and one by one they slumped on the floor either dead or unconscious as black miasma drifted out of their bodies, hovering over it then drifting in Sable's direction.

The unpleasant agony brought her to her knees and she noticed then and there whatever effect was ravaging her body played over her restraints for they now looked corroded and weak. Metal rusting and weakening as Sable's words spurned on ready to drive the hammer down upon the anivil.

Refrain. Here was that uplifting part in that bitter sweet song that Oberron sang for her. Darkness played at the corners of her eyes and she thought that her essence would spill forth from her at that very moment, and probably would have if Oberron was not acting as a tetther to her soul then and there.

The cloud of miama drifted towards Sable as she cackled. The gases circling around her once, twice then making a stark detour shot forth into Oberron's body to a stark shriek fom Sable. It was at that precise moment that she felt a balance in power, that the tugging force that was so strong previously was now so weak and frail and the other force stronger than she had imagined possible as her essence was shoved back inside her body.

She still felt a stark glow coursing through her as Sable turned and blasted Oberron with black energy from both of her hands, black energy he met with golden light. Sable's energy was breaking up, the golden rays slowly willing until they collided with the witch, a witch that was no longer the stark beauty that Alyina saw but rather an old hag as if something had been taken from her or better yet denied.

Brillant golden energy blinded her though when her vision cleared Sable was no more, vaporized by that glow. Only now a golden light streamed out of Oberron back to the circle, finding it's way back into each of the dead girls, or so she thought for they began moving as Oberron dropped to a knee, panted but quickly raised his hand shaking it vehemently in front of him.

"Stay in the cricle!" Her chains snapped then completely corroded through as she heard the snapping of other chains about her.

Outside it sounded as if two armies were charging against each other, clashing as a battle raged on their.

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Alynia felt a huge surge of engery as the energy, essence, Alynia was not really sure what it was, that had not been successfully saved by Oberron rushed back into her body. Smiling as she noticed that the fallen girls around her had begun to mutter and stir. As they woke up some of them seemed surprised as to why they were on the floor in the first place. Standing up shakily from her knees she breathed in deeply feeling renewed as if after a log refreshing nap. As soon as the light faded and Alynia saw the witch was no more and Oberron weak but still alive, she let out a tired laugh of relief.

Now free of any chains, she had begun to make her way toward Oberron when he told her to stay inside the circle. Alynia stopped abruptly watching hin with furrowed eyebrows, he looked so tired. She wanted to assist him in some way, but at the same time she did not want to mnow what would happen if she exited the ritual. Staying in the circle was her only order, but she had almost completely forgotten it. She scolded herself for her forgetfulness.

She turned her head listening to the sounds of intense battle outside. "I guess the hunter made it." she said directed at Kim but she wasn't so sure her friend heard her. Alynia wanted desperately to see what was raging on and to know what she could do for help but there was no way of doing so without disobeying her husband. She sighed as she listen to the girls begin to talk animatedly around her. Everyone was saying something along the lines of "I'm so glad your alright" and "I guess we're safe now." Alynia was relieved just as they all were, but she wasn't sure if the latter statement was entirely true.

Though it might have seemed that this all was over, Alynia wasn't so sure that that was the case.

Some of the girls with broken restraints went to move forward though they stopped asw Oberron directed his words at alyina. They realized that if things weren't safe for her they were probably not safe for them. She heard the snapping of additional chains as the girls broke their remaining restraints.

The guards in the room drew their weapons while the monks still chanted. Alyina could still feel that tugging against her soul though it was weak now nearly nonexistant as the guards closed in cautiously on Oberron who pushed off the ground, weakly stood then generated light on both hands. It seemed as if he were going down it would be while fighting.

He looked spent though, as if destroying Sable and usurping her spell took a lot out of him. Needless to say he ave back the powered essence to revive the dead girls, an essence he could have used now though he was aware that if he waited longer than a few seconds that he couldn't restore them at all. He flickered his purple eyes too and fro the guards watching them for the first move.

"No doubt you will succeed in killing me, I used to much power against Sable but about half of you will die doing it. Decide whom and come forward." The radiant light continued to crackle off his palms giving the men pause as there was a large booming sound, the castle walls were struck by a boulder, other stones were hurled at the fortifaction though that was the clloosest of which.

"Hurry, decide! My power returns as you debate."

The clattering of blades eechoed on stone as the guards dropped their swords and knelt to the king. The monks soon stopped chanting and Alyina no longer felt that tug. Oberron looked exhausted as if a small breeze would knock him over though his illusion faded and he was once again a taller version of himself. He must have been intimidating enough where the guards didn't like those odds. Sable was dead and there was an army knocking at their door so to speak.

"Yes, just in the knick of time," she heard the red head respond. She looked towards a window as the sounds of battle raged on. People where dying out their, men and, well she didn't recognize the large wails though she heard the crackling of fire and even saw a reddish-orange glow from outside.

Oberron looked towards Alyina then, nodded his ok for her to leave the circle now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't imagine that it would be so rough. Sable did not realize because everything was right that I made the glyphs smaller where she was no longer at the focal point of the rituals power but I was. Had she realize ... she was strong ... even stronger than I assumed ... I ... I ... still almost lost if not for that extra power, and your continued belief I would have. You are not even aware of the spell you used either. Belief, the power of it is strong for fey and that emotion much have been amplified by the essence inside you. Tantric magic, the power of the mind, there are others that you'll learn your highness in time, I wouldn't have assumed you would be able to draw on any."

He stumbled, nearly fell but used her to retain his balance. The other girls had cclustered about the window looking out of it at the pitch battle that they witnessed, and while their understanding was limited Kim lead the squeals of elight.

The other girls, noticing Oberron's head gesture, hurriedly made their way toward the windows watching the battle with shining eyes trying to pick out their saviors in the crowd of battlers. Alynia, who already knew hers, quickly made her way toward Oberron pushing past a few kneeling guards and monks to embrace him tightly doing what she could to support his tottering weight.

On her face was a gentle loving smile. "Why are you apologizing?" She asked him in shock. "I don't know if you realize this, but you save our lives." She teased quietly burying her face in the crook of his neck while letting him lean on her for suport. "I am supposed to be the one thanking you." She lauged slightly. "And if I am able to, I am willing to give you this belief anytime you ask for it." Honestly Alynia was buit surprised her emoitonal support had an actual effect, but she didn't bring it up.

She breathed in his heavenly scent, holding him tight for another silent moment. She leaned back kissing him lightly on the cheek completely ignore all of those watching them. She couldn't resist to trail her lips onto his mouth letting him glow the only th slightest bit. A soft kiss, one that showed her gratitude. "You have succeeded, I am still well and alive. But a war still rages on. What are you going to do, my king, when you are this weak? And what can I do to help?" Alynia reconsidered her words. "I won't lie. I want you to rest and regain your strength. But I do realize you have a kingdom to reclaim."

The battle raged on outside while Oberron took delight in her warmness, in that closeness that stole over him. She kissed him and while he was unable to leech any of her energy from it at the moment, he felt invigorated.

In truth tantric sex was a variation of belief magic. Both were generated through emotional strength, the intensity of beliefs and bonds made with others. Both could be shared in a way that Alyina may not have quiet understood but both were profound nevertheless. He would have to teach her these things though fey magic was much differently than conventional magic.

He was able to use a ritual unknown to Sable in part because the fey were ancient in comparison to humans even one as long lived as Sable. They just understood magic better for they had more time to explore certain paths.

"Because I told you it wouldn't hurt ... I did not expect Sable to so strong. When I did up these runes and glyphs I deliberately shrank them so she was not in the proper place, I was, and even then she was a handful. Granted, I was not at full power but stronger than I thought I'd be and actual capable of drawing upon enough energy to perform the ritual. I did not save you in so much that you refused to go. It is tricky to understand but you will in time, time that you now have."

He grinned, patted her belly softly with a hand. "There is something else I should have told you ... nothing bad but your life is now prolonged, when the fey join with humans our releases release toxins for lack of a better word that attack the genetic make up of humans. In a sense they fight back aging, they are not totally effective, you will eventually grow old but only in your last days when the end is nigh. I hope you don't mind, I did mention before that you would have time ... I sort of let something inconsequential slip. I do not know how much extra time you'll receive, that willl vary on how fruitful we are ... the more essence you receive the slower you age. I plan on being very fruitful."

He grinned then. He was still weak but knew that she was right. Puck was a good commander but not a wise one and prone to mistakes. The only problem was that they were behind enemy lines. He glanced at the monks and guards, snapping his fingers the restraints that once held the girls restored themselves then snaked forward binding them.

"Kiss me." It was like his conjuration of objects though in reverse. For that kiss was both warm and magnificient. When her eyes opened back up she was surrounded by a sea of plant-like creatures and sprites armed with tiny boys. A man dressed in green with a youngish face and gossarmar wings sprouting from his back directed traffic here.

She was outside the castle now, and Oberron did not have time to explain that he could walk where his blood walked and Puck contained some of his blood. The green eyed fey looked towards the two as he came forth. A portion of the castle wall was down as men fought against wolves, centaus and other wood land creatures from what she could see. At the edge of the field of battle where elves equipped with bows though they remained on stand by right now.

"Situation."

"The Ents have suffered the most losses surprisingly. The humans focused on them but these here are the last, others have routed against the charge of the centaurs. Who's this?"

Oberron glanced between the two quickly. "You new mother ... long story, can't explain now. Why have you spared the eagles?"

"Father, it was on short notice! A day! You should be lucky I got here so quick. You gave the winds to that," he paused, gazed at Alyina and seemed to bit back what he was going to say, "human."

"No, he merely borrowed them to make haste, where is he now?"

Puck pointed. "With the centaurs he was adamant about rescuing this Kim ..."