Rohi's Isle, The lair of Dark Magic...

[Mayor Nardine]

[Sereia]

She swam through the cool, dark waters, unafraid of the creatures that lurked within them. Evil tended not to want to fight with evil anyway, but Etile had told them to leave her seductress alone. She shivered slightly as she emerged from the water and wandered into the forest. By the time she had reached the sorceress' dwelling, she was already dry. She picked up the metal rod that stood next to the door and used it to move the door knocker.
"Who knocks?" A deep dark voice thundered.

"It is me, your majesty, Sereia."

The doors open and she went in, trying not to look at the dark images that the witch had decorated her gardens with. Before she had reached the castle, Etile appeared before her, knocking her down with her fierce wind,

"You have information?"

Sereia shook her head, scared to death of what the sorceress would do. When she gently touched her cheek and lifted up her head, she was relieved.

"Why not? Isn't that the task which I have given you?"

"He figured out everything. I did not know he could hear my thoughts." The young siren shook our of fear, "He wants to speak with you. He said you should choose the time."

She laughed, a shrill dark laugh that made the siren want to lose her ability to hear. "Now," She said, "We will go now."

And so, to Jargot they went.

[Vivian]

It was pitch black when Vivian finally reached Rohi's Isle. The rampant emotions inside had sustained her and kept her energy up as she swam through the frigid choppy waters and reached the shore. Once finding out Etile had essentially been a major part in the war, anger had been her constant companion. It helped shut out the feelings of despair and heartache when she thought of Falkon.

[Falkon]

Falkon was besides himself, sitting comfortably in the middle of a soft, feather bed with million pillows surrounding him. He should've been comfortable but on the edge of the bed was a moat of bubbling lava, sizzling around him.

He sighed heavily and kept sitting up straight. "Really, Etile..." he muttered to the woman standing on the other side of the bridge, folding her arms and looking at him expectantly, a raven resting on her shoulder. "This is not necessary." He lifted his hands that were chained to the bed by handcuffs.

[Vivian]

When Vivian pulled herself up and out of the water she was freezing. She swept the wet hair from her face and attempted to wring out her clothes as she observed the land before her. Her only thoughts were of getting to Etile and making her pay for the pain and suffering she'd caused.

[Falkon]

"My dear Falkon..." Etile began in a sultry voice which made Falkon roll his eyes. "You must realize how long I have awaited this day... This day that you would be here with me. Why must you restrain me after so long?"

Falkon sighed. "I don't want to be here."

[Vivian]

The more she dwelled on negative thoughts, the stronger her resolve grew and she headed into the dark forest in front of her in search for Etile's lair.

[Falkon]

"Of course you don't..." Etile scoffed and walked over to the edge, not worrying about the splatters of hot lava. "Tomorrow, when this war is over, you will be the king of Heume Village. Alongside me."

Falkon's pointed ears perked up and he narrowed his glare at her. "When the war is over... tomorrow?"

[Vivian]

After several minutes the trees began to thin out and Vivian found herself in front of a large dwelling in the middle of a clearing. She frowned and got ready to face Etile...and Falkon.

[Falkon]

Etile shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly and chuckled. "Perhaps... Look, that is not your major concern, my love. Only prepare yourself for our union ceremony. We will be joined in front of the people as witnesses. You should get your beauty rest," she giggled, strolling away and missed the scowl on Falkon's face.

[Vivian]

Vivian steeled herself as she approached the cottage and threw the door open.
"Nimue!"

[Falkon]

His gaze shot up in surprise at the familiar voice and Falkon felt his heart quiver. "No..." he muttered, shaking his head. It couldn't be here. She was safe away from him. She had to be.

[Vivian]

"Answer me!" Vivian shouted when Etile made no response.

Stepping fully inside the cottage Vivian focused only on her anger, not allowing anything else to creep into her mind.

[Falkon]

Falkon's brow furrowed in concern at Vivian's voice. There was murder in her tone and it caused him to shiver. Etile merely chuckled, noting Falkon's expression. "And that is the woman you wish to give your loyalty to? She's more evil than I am..."

[Vivian]

"I know you're here dang it!" Vivian said clearly. "What could be so important you'd sic those monsters on innocent people?!"