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Mellany lightly shook her head. Vince was blaming the mirror because his package hadn't arrived yet? Now that just seemed silly. "There's got to be another reason why your package didn't get here yet," she said. "As Peter pointed out, these magical mirrors don't just 'stop working'. They've worked just fine for the past however many centuries. I'm inclined to believe Braxton here. Sometimes spiritual entities just like toying with those passing through their territory." She studied the ring on her finger, feeling a whole new kind of energy running through her veins. And it felt pretty damn fantastic, she might say.

"I don't mind," Mellany remarked on the mirror network feeling a bit chilly. Perhaps it was just the fact that ice was already her element. That would be a logical explanation. Sure, it might be a little bit chilly, but it wasn't so cold that it made her uncomfortable. Raijah on the other hand seemed more inclined to agree. He put an arm around Chloe's shoulders since she mentioned not just thinking it was cold in the network, but also a bit scary.
"This network is just amazing," Mellany said, going off on what Braxton had already mentioned. "As long as ever in history someone's used the mirrors to go somewhere, we can go there too. While I do not believe we can use it to travel through time, I do think we can walk into worlds seen by few before. See worlds that the regular people here wouldn't even believe to be true or think of as just stories." How amazing would it be if they could use these mirrors to step into worlds they so far only know of as myths and legends? Imagine using the mirrors to travel to Camelot and learn more magic from Merlin himself!
"You're scaring Raijah," Raijah commented. The idea that there were huge monsters lurking behind the mirrors was scary. Just one big eye, unblinking, staring at them and hoping they'd step through straight into the monster's belly! Great, now he had the feeling he was being watched. Raijah quickly glanced around to make sure none of the mirrors had just suddenly turned into large eyes.
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The thunder reminded Zaken of thousands of soldiers marching to war, rain pouring down on all of them as they prepared to fight to the death. War and storm shared their similarities. Unpredictable, chaotic, destructive. Both would end but everyone knew it could be back at any time. Just when was always the biggest question. Even though the storm made his chambers rattle and have him rearrange everything for the umpteenth time as things were knocked over, he could still say he quite enjoyed the storm. Lusa however, was much less pleased. The storm clouds darkened the sky, packed together so thickly that not a ray of moonlight managed to break through. It left her dungeon dark, and herself feeling empty.
Six Disciples gathered around the Honor, a glyph raising up, a new tool of their evil to unleash upon the mortal world. Or maybe not. Like Lusa's dungeon, everything stayed dark.
"How very unusual," Zaken remarked, stroking his chin. Nothing showed. No demon to do their bidding.
"Is it broken?" Lusa questioned.
 
Eyes looking in on... Stories... Chloe started practically shaking! "Cthulu could be looking right at us, couldn't he?" she asked plain as day. Some powerful monster with an eye large enough to have its pupil pressed against the mirror, worlds of legend and myth just beyond reach in a sliver of possibility. Lovecraft is going to have a field day with some of this. Shivering from cold and imagination-fed fear, Chloe looked frantically around the mirror network. This crossroads between what can be read as a multiverse unnerved her. So far this girl has proven fearless. Shallow cheerleader looked death in the eye and fought back when her friends left her. A young archer like her has been able to prove she is not meek though the things of this world not yet understood frightened her. It reminds her that change is inevitable and this network can change a lot if she steps into the wrong one. Scary shit. And it's right in the basement of the house.
Raijah putting his arm around her in a shared mind comforted her, if not stunned her, for a moment. She was back to shivering in no time, though.

"Assuming Cthulu is real," Peter replied, laughingly softly at Chloe in order to try easing her mind. Didn't really work but it's appreciated.
"Monsters exist. He could walk right in... " she almost tried scaring herself.
Peter can't argue against that. "Monsters do exist, yeah. The monsters had a mirror to link here, but the broke it. Now they can use the power of the network but not physically enter. Explains why they can get around so much. Right now this is a safer place to be than the house, actually." Peter makes a bold point. The Shadoji have a mirror in the castle. But they know Dumanax destroyed it. Using only a fragment of its power to teleport around but not walk here. Should ease the mind of being afraid to see a demon here.

While Peter left him to speak with the others about the network some more, Vince stared into his mirror some more. He waited and waited yet nothing came. Heirlooms passed down for centuries don't just go missing any more than the magical mirrors just stop working. Inspecting it further on, Vince was able to see a glint of light in the reflection. These mirrors ironically give off no reflection of what is in front of them. More like they reflect where they lead. Yet there it was. Light blue glints cameo-ing before his very eyes. Entity toying with him, just like both Braxton and Mellany said. "There! Don't you guys see it too?" Vince exclaimed. Light blue twinkles dancing across the mirror. Visible only to Vince yet he swore the others had to see. Chloe looked over and saw nothing there.
"Sorry, I don't see anything... " she said. Vince exhaled. "Brax, Mel? C'mon, you guys have to see that. It's magical whatever it is. Right there!" Vince yelled. Another glint. But to the others... nothing.

Dashing through the air, the light flew like a bird in the network. Faintly but surely this had to be a manifestation of the entity. "Again! I've gotta see what..." Vince stepped in the direction it went, away from his mirror. Whispers reached out to him. "Vincent. Vincent.. Vincent..." From the mirror the whispers called. Shimmering slightly, the mirror welcomed him... and in flew the entity only visible to Vince. "That's it!" he yelled, on impulse leaping into the mirror without thinking.
Peter and Chloe both jumped. "Vince!" First he goes on like a madman about a light and now he's jumping into a mirror? Peter rushed to it, but when he touched it the mirror was solid again. The portal to wherever Vince had gone sealed behind him. He is alone now.
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Back to the Lair. Vince is alone trapped God knows where in that mirror. Frantically the search is on to find him and bring him home. Crystal balls, all-seeing magic cameras, whatever they use to find people lost in mirrors. "Any luck getting a trace of him?" Peter asked the mages, hoping they could bring some insight to his location by seeing his soul somewhere.
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Disciples Honor shoots a geyser of black water. Taking all by surprise, the geyser erupts within the throne room nearly dowsing Urla and Torth in the process. From the geyser came a misty presence of a figure. Angry, this presence is. No determined power or body and it boils as mist in the air. It is angry. "Interloper! My home tainted! I shall slay thee!" this figure angrily raged on and on, settling back into the Disciples Honor. The pedestal had what could be misconstrued as an outburst. Nothing like Torth had ever seen. Urla, either. Supreme Disciple of Silence Dumanax perked up on the throne. Rising slowly he approached the pedestal and looked down into the black water. Faint light and hums from within. The energy is being toyed with. Like Vince not getting his Heirloom, the Shadoji did not get their pawn. Neither did either side of this battle know what was going on.
Dumanax selected Torth, Zaken and Andero. Waving them off he ordered them to pursue wherever this creature is going. Something burns within that mysterious being. And he intends to find out what. Torth bowed, going forth with his two brethren through their shard of the mirror. "We shall see what interloper this being means. Onward."
 
"I will never understand why you're intent on scaring yourself. Feed the paranoia if you must but do not fret," Braxton went on a tangent to the teenager. She's scaring herself more than anything. Providing a source of fear where previously there was none. Scarier things have been faced in Braxton's own mind in the world of dreams. Mages are vulnerable at all times. Mellany is a prime example of scary stuff happening. She was literally possessed. This Cthulu character is nothing more than a story. With even years of training and fortitude built up things can happen that shock even the most skilled of them. The network not being beyond comprehension should be a comfort. Now if this place was so complex that not even the Guardian could understand? That would be scary, given he's even younger than the rogue in question. Braxton liked knowing what he knew about the realm of demons and magic. Understanding the world on a different plain.

Vince really started to pester him. From nowhere he just yelled out about something nobody saw. Had he been sleeping enough? Hitting the bottle with breakfast? "I see nothing magical other than our Heirlooms and the entire network. I'm afraid you're seeing something in your head. Must be a Wells family tradition," Braxton partially joked. He sensed nor saw anything suspicious. Unless this network entity really is toying with him in particular. Either not getting his heirloom drove him mad or the stress of existing did. Also it's a little insulting that just because something magical might be happening Vince believes mages would know about it. Magic finds a way of even hiding from its users. "Have you forgotten very old magic is here? Far beyond what either of us have stud--" he started to scold the warrior before watching Vince foolishly leap right into the mirror he stood with. "Sweet mother of God..." he said in disbelief. Did that fooled really just jump through the mirror not knowing where it leads? He's going to get himself killed. So incompetent.
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Meditating with great concentration and clutching onto Vince's personal possession, specifically his crest, Braxton searched and searched without success. "I have not found anything. I'm getting faint traces yet its hard to keep a lock. I have to keep focusing," he let Peter and the rogues know. Mellany may be fairing better but its hard to get a lock on him when he's bouncing through a mirror leading to God knows where.
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Rogana and Andero jumped back, astonished by the black geyser before them. The Disciples Honor had never done such a thing before. Splashing them with its old and powerful water, Rogana put her umbrella to use and shielded herself from splashback. Andero felt a little mist. A figure of anger and mystery appeared, claiming an interloper invaded his home. So mysterious, as Rogana would suspect. And she is correct. "Such a queer sighting. I must investigate," she proclaimed. That is, before her master selected Andero, Zaken and Torth for this. Frustrated she clenched her fist. She had rightful claim to look into this mystery! Dumanax' will be damned. No matter, though. She will not argue. Bowing her head and fading to the back, Andero bowed humbly and went with grace along his companions. Of course taking a legion of his slaves--Thralls--with him. Because why would he not?
 
"Just leave her be," Mellany commented. "If you weren't a mage and in her position, you'd be scared shitless too." Anyone with common sense and zero knowledge on magic would find the mirror network and all its possibilities unsettling. Even a mage would be wise to tread with caution in a place that isn't quite their own world. Lest they'd accidentally step into a demons lair. Mellany had only just recovered from possession and wasn't keen on ever going through that again. The mirror network required study. It wasn't something they wouldn't be able to understand, thankfully. But as long as the place still held its mysteries it was best to be extra cautious. "But there's no need to worry," Mellany turned to the younger girl with a smile. "As Peter said, this place is safe. As long as nobody does something stupid."

Raijah had no idea what Chtulu was, and judging from what the others said, he might not want to know. A being so large that it's eye alone could fill up the entire mirror? That's the stuff of nightmares. Quite a relief to hear that the demons couldn't enter the network, though! That was an even scarier thought. Imagine going to the basement, and suddenly Dumanax is sitting there, waiting to kill them all. Now Raijah too shivered and shook his head. Both the rogue and mage looked at Vince as he seemed to be looking at or following something only he could see.
"Raijah see nothing," the rogue said, tilting his head. What was Vince going on about? Was he okay?

"There's absolutely nothing there, Vince," Mellany said. Whatever he was seeing, none of the others did. If it was something magical as he claimed, it was something that decided to hide from the two mages present. Magic can do that, mind you. The older and lesser understood the magic is, the larger the chance that even a studied mage will miss it. Braxton studied magic all his life, Mellany for only a part... but still... neither of them'd has decades to study and understand even the finest nuances in the world's ancient powers. And then Vince decided to leap off into a mirror, disappearing into nothing.
"Ya know... when I said this place was safe as long as nobody does something stupid, this is exactly what I meant," Mellany shook her head. Yes, she was worried, especially since the mirror had turned solid right after Vince left. But this was beyond stupid. Leaping into a mirror, not knowing where it led? Had the dude a death wish?
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Mellany sat with her legs folded beneath her, holding a silver bowl filled with water. Scying magic: pretty interesting stuff. But when trying to get a glimpse at someone who might just as well be in a completely different world? That's the difficult if not near impossible stuff. She took deep and slow breaths, staring at the water's surface. No success. The water stayed still and the surface just like a mirror, simply reflecting her own face instead of Vince's location. "Too far and faint. I can't find him," Mellany stretched her legs but held on to the bowl. "It's like something's trying to block us. Did you feel that too?" she asked Braxton. That's one thing she appeared to be sensing as she tried to find their friend.
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Lusa and Zaken took a startled step backwards as the water erupted, spraying them with tiny little droplets. This was new. Zaken in his 600 years as a disciple had never witnessed this before. He stroked his chin. "Hmm... how peculiar," he said. An angry unknown being, an entity never seen before. Although... Their Supreme Master seemed to realize something none of the others did. The way he peered into the blackness. This being showed itself in their home and called about an interloper and a tainted home. An ancient spirit protecting the castle, perhaps? Zaken bowed deeply to his master as he was among the three selected to go and investigate. Through the mirror shard they went, ready to investigate the mysterious outburst of the Disciple's Honor.
 
Old cartoons from copy written characters often featured a cat with a lisp clutching to the small ankle of a yellow tweety bird soaring up the side of a building trying to hang on for dear life, risking falling into the far reaches of not eating said tweety bird for dinner. Think of that action, but Vince doing so to this hardly visible entity. Clutching on for dear life to its talon(?) he flailed his arm and legs about through the vast emptiness that is between each gateway into where the portals of mirrors lead. Unmatched strength is really coming handy now that he has to hold his own body weight up from this flying entity. Whom which does not seem to mind Vince being its passenger. His eyes darted to and from, every mirror open to him from this side. Glimpses of other destinations.
A city under a strange field, a dome? Lady Liberty! Woods with ruins foreign to his perception. Oathkeep Island. Parts of Westfield. Something underwater? A fortress where people wear silver armor and violet silks, familiar crests on their walls. Destinations reachable but not. These places in part felt real, in part not of this reality and in part questionable.

Finally the entity flew into one of these portals, leading Vince onto a mountain top of an unknown location. He could be anywhere. A sky painted that same light blue as the crossroads of the mirror network. A pocket dimension within a pocket dimension. "Where... where the Hell did you take me? Where am I?" Vince asked.
The Entity perched itself on a tree limb in the form of an owl. "Vincent Wells. Welcome to your Heirloom."
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A little bit of time had passed back at the Hart farm. Whatever tried to block the mages out literally blocked them out. A pulse of energy swept of Braxton and Mellany, strong enough to put them on the floor. "No Interloper! No such thing will defile me," echoed angrily in the mages minds. A force, a mystical force, more powerful than two unprepared mages is at play here. Something old and angry. Full of rage. Daunting energies out of their control. Watching the mages fall, Peter got up and shouted, "Guys?! What happened?" The energy is far from done as it completely wipes of the mages of their stamina for the moment. Within seconds they're fine but for that time they feel what it is like to be completely drained. A clash of mana.
Chloe ducked down beside Mellany. As if enough things weren't in her head recently. "Are you okay?" she asked. She's worried about her big brought but her friends are hurting now... It is safe to say whatever is blocking out the mages does not want Vince found.

And what will you say when this happens? Peter stumbles in a headache! Piercing his mind he is alerted, but not violently as he has more control over the pain now. Three Disciples of War, Fire and Slaves have entered Westfield but show no violent intent. Thralls accompany them per the Slavery Disciple's ability. But no battle call. They appear in a relatively empty area, surrounded only by buildings and other concrete structures. "They pick the greatest times. Zaken, Torth and Andero just showed up in the city. But they aren't attacking. They're wandering. Looking for something. Maybe they're looking for our mirrors hiding spot in that area? Get there and protect it," Peter instructed them, fearing that these demons may be on to them.
Chloe snarled softly, an oxymoron. Disciples. They have to be behind this! They're bad guys! It's obvious!
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Indeed the are looking for something. Not the mirror like the Knights may believe but the energy around it. A glyph in his hand, Torth navigated around Westifled with his brethren who for cone aren't just attacking random civilians. "We are close, my friends. I can feel it!"
Through the network and out the other end of the mirror, Chloe and the others are soon in the presence of the three deployed Disciples. "Stop!" Chloe yelled. She's trying really hard to be authoritative and tough in the name of being tough. Just the rush of the moment back home.
Torth laughed and closed the glyph. "Stop? Stop what, little one? We are doing nothing that concerns you. Now retreat or be taught to obey your elders," he said.

"I know you made Vince disappear. Tell me what you did to him. Now!" Chloe yelled back. Torth laughed.
"Fool. We are not responsible for the warriors disappearance. We might be looking for the same thing, actually," the Fire Disciple proposed. Plus Vince didn't vanish, he leaped into a mirror on his own accord technically.
Shaking her head she knew he was lying. "As if we're looking for the same thing. Guys, we have to stop these freaks," Chloe told the others and took out her medallion/morpher.
 
"Yes, I do," Braxton answered Mellany. Something felt like it were indeed actively blocking the mages from locating Vince. Malicious or not, it was powerful. "Further concentration will---AHHHHH!" Braxton cut himself off, going on about how they might find him but violently cut off by this overwhelming force of energy. Riddling him to the floor, Braxton felt his head spin and his brain rattle like a child's play thing. Grinding his teeth together, Braxton clenched his temples as he lay on the floor, losing his glasses in the fall. His head felt like it was on fire! The voice in his and Mellany's head stuck with him. It sounded angry. Never had he experienced something so violent in his mind. Seconds passed and the pain ceased.
"I can confirm something is actively preventing us from seeing Vince. it's angry, whatever it is. A demon if I could put my bets on it," Braxton said, slowly rising up but finding himself a little exasperated. Reclaiming his glasses her held his forehead to prevent his brain from leaping out of his cranium. interloper? Defiling something or someone. Could this be an ancient being from a time forgotten? Anything powerful enough to directly stop the mages even from thinking is in a league Braxton felt uncomfortable with. And that's saying something.

The Disciples. As Peter's own head alerted, three of the Shadoji had entered Westfield in search of something. No attack or panicked people but spreading their filth by walking around is enough to rouse suspicion. "We will go immediately. I have a bad feeling this is connected," Braxton admitted, collecting himself and venturing into the network once more.
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Andero whipped around, Thralls aiding in their search. The energy is close by. "We will have answers soon. Nothing slips into our grasp only to deny its servitude!" The Disciple was mainly angry at whatever this was. Something just appeared after its summoning and helped itself back into the black water of the Honor? This power serves the Shadoji and they will demand respect! The involvement of the Knights is only a thorn in the side. Four of five, eh? The beefy one leaving himself out of this. Elementary task back home probably keeping him. How Braxton thinks of Raijah is how Andero thinks of Vince. "Yes, do run along, Knights. Our business is of no concern to you," he said.

Braxton rolled his eyes as if he'd been delivered a painful statement to hear. "Interesting point. Regardless, we will search for nothing with you. You staining your world is our business, slime," he said, taking out his gear as well. Vince did go of his own will, so they believe. Shadoji tampering isn't out of the question. Nothing is truly impossible in the eyes of a mage. The 'interloper'-hating force, Vince vanishing, demons not attacking... nothing about the days events add up. It's quite the conundrum. "Like Peter said. We must protect our mirror here. Answers come after," he said to his group.
Stepping up to the plate, he inserted the wolf medallion into his morpher. "Divine Change!" he said, hitting 1 and raising it to the sky.
 
"Good, then at least I'm not the only... AAARGH!" Mellany, too, cut herself off. It's like a shockwave of energy going through her brain there! And judging by the sounds the other mage made, the same applied to him. Whatever this was, it's stronger than anything they've seen before. Not that they've seen a lot as of yet, but no matter! Mellany rubbed her head until it stopped spinning like a merry-go-round. The voice sent chills down her spine. So powerful, so ancient. Nothing to be meddled with. "And here I thought having a demon in my brain was the worst thing that could happen," she muttered. This... whatever it was, felt much worse. More dangerous too. "Honestly... I think it's something older than that. A demon would just attack, not block us out and knock us to the floor," Mellany put in her two cents regarding the situation. She'd faced a demon in her mind only days before. And this... this was nothing like it. She turned to face Chloe. "I'm alright. Just... exhausted suddenly. Nothing I won't recover from."

Raijah had frozen in place when both mages were suddenly knocked to the floor. Something old and powerful that not only kept them from finding Vince, but also knocked both mages to the ground like nothing! This was why magic was scary and dangerous, only meant for those who knew what they were doing. And Braxton and Mellany KNEW what they were doing, or so he thought. So if even those who knew what they were doing were taken by surprise, overpowered even from such a great distance... Or was whatever knocked them down here right now? Raijah nervously glanced around, half expecting a powerful specter to just jump at them. Nothing. Raijah seemed to recover himself, helping both mages back to their feet. "So it..." he started, only to be silenced by another cry. This time it was Peter crying out. And that could mean only one thing. "We no let them have mirror." Raijah declared full of determination. Demons showing up so shortly after Vince disappeared and both mages getting knocked to the floor? Had to be their fault!
"Let's get going," Mellany nodded. Demons never meant any good business.
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Zaken nodded. "Indeed. We have summoned this being. It is bound to us. Belongs to us." For a being to ignore them and disappear to... wherever it is it went... That's the kind of Chaos the Disciple does not appreciate. Chaos of the battlefield, of people pleading for their miserable lives, yes. Chaos working against them? Not so much. "But calm yourself, brother. Lest your fury burns out your flame." Zaken was sure Torth's flame grew bigger and brighter the angrier the Disciple became. Zaken slowly turned to the Knights showing up from wherever they did. Four of the five. Funny. Lately in every battle at least one seems to be missing, only to show up at the least convenient of times.

"It seems like these pests need to be put into place," Zaken said to the other Disciples, slowly withdrawing his blade. A shame the warrior is absent. Now his blade's bloodthirst will have to be quenched by lesser worthy opponents.
"The only pests here is the lot of you," Mellany scowled. Demons plaguing the very ground they walk on.
"We never work with you!" Raijah called. The mere idea they would help demons with whatever! Never in a million years!
The pair followed Braxton's example, taking out the medallions and morphers.
"Divine Change!"
 
High to the sky they call, Chloe and company. Light cast down on them, their armor/suits appeared with helmets following. Yellow, blue, black and white they stand before Disciples three.
"A Rogue's Undying Cunning! Divine Yellow!"
"Knights with Unbelievable Courage! Power Rangers Divine Knights!" Four standing with that crest is different from five. Lacking some real muscle in the equation. See this is why Ascelin needs to wake his royal ass up. Get with it, add a second warrior. Chloe knew the king was a warrior by class, so the muscle would have equal partnership. They need a second warrior in case this happens again! The chances of Vince flying into a mirror like he did are hopefully slim, but one can never be too careful. Chloe summoned her bow, firing a warning shot to the Disciples' feet. "Last chance. Where's my brother, losers?" she asked.
Torth chuckled, this time flinging a ball of flame in their direction, Thralls amping up for a fight this time. "Do not get in our way. Soldiers, destroy them!" Torth commanded them forward, raising weapons in allegiance and charging forth. The fire nearly roasted the Knights but they survived.

"You guys get the Disciples. I'll take care of the Thralls," Chloe promised everyone. True to her word, the lesser experienced Knight braced herself, feeling the pendant under her suit give her strength. Ancestral power through her, Chloe danced into the Thralls and alone began a fight. Whacking the bow into them she shoved them off, firing quick arrows into them and kicking straight ahead. Using one of the new toys rogues can just whip out, she lassoed a thin chain from her side around a Thrall, hooking herself on and beaming right into it with her knee.

Torth and his brethren had no time for this. They must find that creature who denied their demands! No matter, without their leader this will be short work. Torth fired fire into Mellany's path. Fire and ice? "What does it take to melt you, Icicle?" he taunted her, firing more fire her way this time in a more flamethrower fashion, a constant beam of flame threatening to burn her with every degree increasing. This is the one who also denied their demands. She beat possession. Vioux failed but he will not. Flame roars louder than Envy any day.
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Awe overwhelmed Vince, taking in the sights of this mountain top view. The sky, the openness, the everything. His Heirloom. He inherited this. No jewel, no physical thing. But a place? "My Heirloom. The ancient thing passed down for hundreds of years through he generations is...what? The land? This dimension? The mirror network is a stretch to suggest," he said, trailing off in a ramble. The rough landing Vince had may be taking its toll on him. He dusted himself off and leaned against the tree where the now-owl entity perched itself. Strength may come from somewhere but not a physical place, surely. Symbolism could be what's going on, trying to tell him his strength is like the mountain. A mountain in this things pocket dimension through the network. "I do not understand. How is this place my Heirloom? I was thinking more like a badge or something even more awesome like a big sword. Not a mountain range..."

The entity chuckled, shaking its head. Using its wing like a guided hand, he gestured out. "Vincent Wells. Your Heirloom is not a place. Nor is it where I have brought you. Look carefully and you shall see." The entity gestured down. Not gonna tell him exactly. Has to go around being direct. Wouldn't be a fantasy-setting if not for this type of thing. Vince looked carefully, scouting the region. In the distance he sees a castle. A castle from legend. A castle bearing the crest on his Ranger buckle. Vince now looks onto Faye Castle. A clean, non-rundown Faye Castle. His eyes grew. "Faye Castle? I'm at Faye Castle?" Just like from the stories! It's huge! Spectacular! Untouched by the Shadoji? But now it's home to the Supreme Disciple. "Faye Castle doesn't look like this now." Oh how right he is. While he does not see this now, a very esteemed man in a golden crown stands at the castle gates. As do five individuals in familiarly colored robes and armor.

Again, the entity chuckled. "Yes. You see. Your Heirloom lies ahead in the castle. The castle from a time before your own." Before his own. Is this...THE PAST?
 
"A Mage's Unparalleled Magic! Divine Blue!"
"Knights With Unbelievable Courage! Power Rangers Divine Knights!" Braxton took point in lieu of Vince. Nobody claimed right to hold the heavy things to hit people with. Magic is far more refined and civilized, anyway. The color red sure seems to dictate leadership. Blue, on the other hand, screams a fair amount of command in this instance. Staff in hand like a walking stick, he urged for nobody to do anything stu-... and the cheer leader is firing at the Disciples. "You know, firing without aim is bound to get somebody hurt one of these days. Somebody human?" he mentioned to her, whirling his staff around and pointing it at the Disciples of Chaos, Fire and Slaves. Still they claim to know nothing about Vince's disappearance. He's almost inclined to believe them if not for them being the embodiment of evil. Torth's fire almost torched them up if not for a magical deflection. Now thye're being stormed. "Okay, everyone. Stay close together and don't--" Braxton began leading. Chloe decided to take on all of the Thralls alone, hooking herself around and shooting them recklessly but effectively. He cleared his throat. Incompetence and recklessness seems to be a running joke around here.

"Okay then. We'll stick with her plan," he said with mild snark. While Torth attacked Mellany with an icicle joke, Braxton went on the offensive against Zaken. Big warrior and squishy mage. What could go wrong? He kindly greeted the general with a burst of lightning, running up to him and colliding weapons. "Now tell me, Zaken. Where is Vincent? I won't ask you again," he stated roughly. "Do not toy with me. I know better than to listen to your games." He'd already prepared to face any mental games and cast a barrier to protect himself from funny business.

Andero whipped that cane like a normal whip at Raijah's feet. Chloe's shot was cute, but he had more bite to him, being raised in the wilderness and all. His soldiers combated the girl. He got the real rogue to play with. Fitting that the slave master and slaves take down the troublesome jumpy ones. "Black Ranger, I'll bet you're used to hard labor. You and your friends will make fine servants." He whipped the cane just over Raijah's head grazing the helmet.
 
"A Mage's Unwavering Willpower! Divine White!"
"A Rogue's Unending Dexterity! Divine Black!"
"Knights With Unbelievable Courage! Power Rangers Divine Knights!" Strange to be standing there with four people instead of five. Damn those demons for whisking Vince away! Or maybe they're speaking the truth and they're really not responsible. But either way Demons showing up was bad news so they'd have to be sent back to their master. Mellany and Raijah readied their stances for battle, waiting for the signal to strike. But cue Chloe shooting at the Disciples right away. Makes sense she's pissed at them. Her brother has disappeared and they're the main suspects.
"Be careful, Chloe," Raijah called to his rogue friend. He didn't want her to get hurt, and there were more Thralls than there were Chloes. One friend had already disappeared today. He didn't want another to get hurt!
"...stupid?" Mellany filled in Braxton's blank. "Come on, her brother's just disappeared. You think she wouldn't charge in head first?" That made sense even to her. Sibling love can be a powerful thing, right? Not that any knight in history of the Divine Knights can say anything about that.

Mellany quickly cast a barrier as Torth started to fire... fire at her. "More than an old candle, that's for sure," she retorted. She couldn't let the Disciple get the better of her. She kept her barrier up, trying something a little risky. Could she keep the barrier up and fight fire with ice? She whirled her staff around, sending a freezing wind with snowflakes through the barrier and at the Disciple. "Have you cooled off yet?" she asked, slightly cocking her head in a challenge.

"We never serve you," Raijah hissed at Andero. Raijah ducked to avoid Andero's cane hitting him full in the face. The cane grazed his helmet. Raijah rolled to the side before lunging at Andero, daggers at the ready lashing out at the Disciple. "You tell us where Vince is!" He slashed around, attempting to drive the Disciple backwards. He was focused. He wanted to know where Vince was. If he were lucky, somehow, maybe, keeping the Disciple distracted would make the Thralls less focused too. Either way, he was on fire, continuing to slash at Andero one smooth motion after another.

Zaken chuckled, glancing down upon the small and puny mage in front of him. So he thought a little staff and some magic bolts were a worthy match of his blade? Pathetic. He'd show the mage his place and make it quick. "We've already told you, insect. We don't know where your warrior has gone," he heavily slashed the blade at Braxton and his barrier. "Nor do we care. Without him, you are weak. Without him, you shall fall.". Zaken lashed out again, opposite direction this time.
 
Sigh. Siblings among Knights never happen, therefore the inner fire brought on by endangerment of family. A powerful motivator against the Thralls. Strength in numbers, but pit against a pissed teenage girl with a bow and arrow they may as well be flies in a spider web. The Shadoji have to be the ones who took Vince, they've done something to that mirror. She knows it in her heart. She'll get her brother back! One minute she's hating his guts, the next he's her big brother and she'd do anything for him and visa versa. Angrily, as if full of rage, Chloe slammed down a Thrall in an interlocking kick and hooked her bow around its friend. She yanked it down with brute strength never before seen and fired a pelt of arrows into more of them. Chloe fought hard with supposedly unlimited stamina. But it's not normal...she's almost becoming primal. So are the Thralls. As are...

Torth snickered at the old candle line from Mellany. Cute, really cute. "I don't remember your ancestors being this snippy, girl," he spat back, sharing a similar rage to Chloe out of almost nowhere other than the heat of battle. The energy he was tracking, the Knight's presence...it's fuel to his fire. Casting aside Mellany's freezing winds, he blasted a mane of flame right at her. He kept it on her to test her barrier. This rage...it's everywhere. Everywhere and everyone....the rage burns like fire. Literally, in this case. Focusing, Torth kept fire on Mellany, walking in closer and closer, scorching a beam into her barrier.
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"I'm in the past? Like the past past? History that's already happened. I'm at the castle...and those are..." Vince paused, piecing it all together slowly. He couldn't wrap his head around anything, having been thrown into this and all. His Heirloom, the castle, the original five Knights, King Ascelin himself? It has to be! A man of high esteem in noble attired armor, matching his physical description of sun-kissed skin and golden hair. King Ascelin... looks a lot like his portrait. Kudos to the artist who did it. From the mountain, Vince watched, now seeing who he knew to be the King and the original team of Divine Knights. Sebastion, Kalista, Harper, Daylen, and Jatah. The gates of Faye Castle are decorated in shine and pride, fitting for a castle of such grand stature. By the looks of the area it seems there is a celebration going on.

The owl entity perched closer to Vince. "Notice anything?" asked the owl. Vince shrugged, squinting his eyes but its too far. Braxton must feel like this without his glasses. The owl sighed. "Very well," it said, eyes glowing. Vince's eyes glowed the same faint blue glow, sharing superb owl vision. Hey, it's a time travelling dimensional owl that talks. This isn't the weird part. Without really reacting other thank excessive blinking, Vince stared down at the knights and the king. He'd been brought here for a reason.

"My friends. It is with great honor I present you with these gifts," King Ascelin announced to the five. Gifts...the Heirlooms! The same rings and pendants given t the others. This is the day they were first given to the Knights. Sebastian lowered his head in humility and knelt down before his trusted king.
"My lord? Have you reached a conclusion? My wife is with child and our son will be here soon. Have you chosen a name? I humbly accept whatever you offer," he said. Sebastian let Ascelin name his son? The friendship and loyalty shared between these people and Ascelin is unlike anything Vince had ever seen. He's only more anxious to finally meet the king some day.
"I have, Sebastian. Our victory over the Shadoji, while glorious, is temporary. The sorceress is preparing my slumbering spell now. T'will be up to a new generation to drive back the demons. We will conquer them, win the war. For your son, I have chosen the name Vincent. It means to conquer, to win. A symbol for our fight against evil. Keep this name in your family, for it is an Heirloom unlike any." Ascelin said proudly. Sebastian agreed, and with much delight promised to keep the name Vincent in the family.

Vince paused. "Vincent? Then my name...is my Heirloom?"
 
With a heavy crash Braxton felt his barrier dropping and his knees sinking. Zaken's blade cut deep and his force was well met but he mage is not so squishy. Too long he's been ready for these battles. As is he whatever stronger force is afoot. He can sense it. An overwhelming urge to tear everyone apart. The work of another demon, no doubt. It has to be related to Vince's disappearance. Hard to calculate it all together while avoiding decapitation from an chaotic madman. Feeling a gnawing in the back of mind something about Zaken made Braxton of all people lose control. Anger, rage, whatever it is, it is very powerful. Mages falling into it can only lead to very bad things happening. Fortunately bad things to the bad guys. "Enough out of you. Die in the void," Braxton snarled, drawing the Divine Caliber in one hand, staff in the other, ducking under the Disciple's blade and slashing into his gut with his own. Behind him, Braxron, consumed by rage, electrified the chaos disciple inaccurately.

"Yes, fight harder. Kill her!" Andero cheered on the Thralls, effortlessly missing Raijah's daggers. He won't be tasting steel today, that is for certain. The girl getting upset over big brother is adorable. More adorable matters wore black. "Cute, a little monkey things he's a knight. A knight who can demand things of me? Don't make me laugh," Andero snapped his cane right across Raijah's helmet, a serious whipping sound over the... plastic? The helmets kind of look like they could be made out of it, given that shine and all. He too felt it, and he loved every second of it. This only meant whatever is out there is something powerful, something if harnessed can be unstoppable. He will make it is puppet. Rage, anger, determination, frustration and violence.
 
The heat of the flame came through the barrier like a battering ram. Mellany steadied herself for as long as she could possibly hold on. The force was relentless, broke through the barrier and burned her suit. Just the suit, thankfully. Mellany was very grateful for the protection it provided. But she was also pissed. An anger unlike anything else boiled inside of her chest, spreading through every nook and cranny of her body and soul. She fell to the ground, but was quick to pick herself up again. "I'm done with your shit," she called to the Disciple, twirling her staff. She lunged forward, jabbing the bladed tip of the staff at Torth while casting a cone of ice at his flames. This anger... this searing feeling though her soul... it hurt. It burned worse than Torth's flames ever could. And yet... yet she welcomed the pain, welcomed this primeval feeling washing over her.

Zaken laughed as his blade slashed at Braxton like a hot knife through butter. Minus the fact that butter doesn't spark when you hit it. All of that aside, the feeling lingering in the air, the sensation each and everyone of them seemed to pick up on... it was glorious. He let it fuel him. The steel of his blade seemed to sing as it cut through the air, ready to end the mage before him. But instead... instead it was the mage lashing out at him! Steel sliced his gut, and from behind came the electric sparks of the mage's spell. Zaken growled, hurling around. The rage consumed him, worsened that already burning hatred and increased the desire to kill. To cut the knights in half, one by one.

Raijah was somehow tossed backwards as the whip/cane hit his helmet. The snapping sound of the lash seemed to echo inside of his skull. He sat on the ground, one knee on the pavement and the other foot right behind that. Ready to leap up again. Ready to lash out like a hunter about to strike his prey. Raijah was ready to kill. It was like a fire burning inside of him, gradually setting his entire soul aflame. Was it being attacked? Was it being called a monkey? Or was it the fact that Andero was commanding his Thralls to kill Chloe? Maybe it was simply everything at the same time. Raijah didn't know, and he didn't feel like thinking about it. All he could think of, all he wanted, was to tear Andero apart with his blades and his bare hands. He growled, primeval like his ancestors before him. His inner hunter, his ancestors' instincts, seemed to be awake and more alert than ever. Raijah picked up the daggers again, leaping up into the air and bringing the daggers down on Andero in sweeping motions.
 
The owl fluttered their wings and did that twitch of head owls do.
"An Heirloom all the same, you have had yours since birth. I do, however, know of at least one other piece of information you may fancy." The owl hopped off of the branch, effortlessly whisking Vince away. Vince fought the owl to no succession. He stared at the image of time before him through the now-blurring enhanced vision. Ascelin, the original five knights, all of them growing dimmer and farther away. He'd looked at history unfold, he time traveled! He did not want to leave just yet. There is so much he could see. His cell phone has a camera on it, too, so he may get some of the best shots ever taken to inspire a time travel movie or just to shock the others a bit. How cool would it be if they saw their ancestors for real? That and he could warn Ascelin of what's happening now. Warn him that in this generation the demons are early and he is still sleeping. They could do something about it, maybe come with him!
"Ascelin! Sebastion!" Vince screamed to the top of his lungs, inches away from the portal the owl made. He slipped through, leaving behind only an echo and not disturbing history.

However not disturbed....history has now been slightly touched by him. Ascelin perked his ears, as did the knights. They glance in the direction but only see trees and the mountain. "Curious. Could have sworn I'd heard something," said Ascelin.
And there is where we leave the past.
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Back at the farmhouse Peter watched the four knights battle the Disciples. Carefully he observed their actions as something more hostile than normal. All of them fought with barbaric force and primal rage. He'd been resting his chin on his elbow, hunched over watching the screen, when he heard a peculiar sound coming from the mirror room. Technically it has its own room, as it is the only object in the room across from the Lair entrance. He watched Chloe in real time spin her bow around, firing a storm of arrows which pelted from above, thereby eliminating all of the Thralls at once. She did it with such rage, such power. All of them fought with it. Getting a raw feeling in his gut, Peter stepped away to check out the mirror. Making his way over he examined it. Still a massive mirror, glowing a faint red hue. The glass is reflective and not at the same time. It's really old and...hold on. Red hue? The mirror gives off a blue hue to reflect the blue glow of the crossroads. It's red now. Squinting his eyes, Peter looked closely at it for clues. "What in the name of..."
The image of a demon suddenly took over the entire view of the mirror, staring right back at him. Peter jumped and fell back on the floor, scurrying away. "Demon? How, the protection over the farm?!"
The demon roared inside the mirror. It cannot pass through into this house. "AHHH WHERE IS THE INTERLOPER AND THAT DAMNED OWL?" The demon took shape like it kind of did the the Supreme Disciple. The demon zipped away, looking for mirrors to run through.

Fully in panic mode, Peter ran back into the Lair to warn the others. Not before catching a glance at an open tome. He saw something on that page translating into 'rage' and just a few words away... 'interloper.' Uh oh? "Guys! A demon is in the crossroads, repeat, demon in the crossroads. I think it's tied to Vince but it's got the entire crossroads turned red. Something is seeping out of the mirrors now. Like it's corrupting it or something! Get to the mirror!"
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Chloe, having just took out every Thrall, proudly dusting her hands off and drew back on the bow to fire at a Disciple before Peter called. She sighed and put the morpher up to her head like the phone it was. The heat of battle warmed her, the rage inside coming out; so much that she could barely speak.
"What is it?" she asked, then hearing what he had to say. Nodding she twisted her tongue in her mouth. "Seeping out? Guess maybe that's why the heat's turning up," she reasoned. Chloe hung up the call and split the bow into dagger mode. Like an animal she lunged onto Andero's back to help Raijah, quickly tossing her daggers out into Zaken and Torth. "We've gotta go guys, but let's trash these losers," Chloe hissed like a rage-filled snake.

Torth laughed hysterically at Mellany. Now it is her who's beaming in. Cold ice from her staff flurried in a cone at him, but it was nothing the ancient Disciple of Fire couldn't stand. The power she displayed did set him back a little, though, warping his body with sparks before he kept the ice at bay. "This cold front is over," Torth blazed out a massive stroke of heat. He'd have filleted Mellany if not for Chloe's distracting dagger, just knocking him enough to not melt the white snow cone. "Blast," cursed the disciple. "By the sound of things, we do seem to be searching for the same being. Our demon is lost, as is your warrior, the two are connected but not by our doing. You had all better hurry, Rangers, before we get to them first," Torth threatened, taking a magical hold on his two comrades and snapping them away into a poof of dust.
Chloe slammed her foot down as they got away. "Bastards. Let's get into the mirror," she said, shaking her head. It's a race, now!
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Meanwhile, after being whisked off like a doll, Vince and the owl were interrupted on their way to whatever the owl was going to show Vince. The aura of the cross became a blood red, knocking them both out of the inter dimensional space and back onto the crossroads ground. Surrounded by the mirrors, all-seeing and leading. Vince dusted himself off, groaning. "If I could stop being yanked like that it'd be great," he said. The owl perched on Vince's forearm for lack of places to go.
"This is bad. The crossroads are uneasy." Just as the owl said this, the demon which scared Peter revealed itself. Now taking physical form, the rage demon stood not even thirty feet away. "INTERLOPERRRRR!" Cue a swallow from Vince.
 
Under the swing of Zaken's blade, Braxton let himself breath a moment amidst the rage consuming them all. Foreign is such a feeling to lose himself in brutal ways of thinking. Acting on primal instinct only his ancestors may have used to survive in the wild. Rage is a powerful feeling that burnt up a lot of energy; energy mages must be cautious of. Hubris and Vioux being prime examples of why mages need to keep a level head. Prideful bastards and envious sufferers. Still... the rage provides a devilishly nice way of striking against Zaken. Analyzing his way of thinking distracted Braxton for a second, nearly getting his head chopped off, and actually getting him hit. But the hit produced more rage and threw his mind out of the window for a second. And in that second he cast lightning directly to the center of Zaken's chest.
Andero lost balance under the crushing weight of Raijah's daggers. The cut like a thousand knives and railed the disciple into chaos. "Not a prerequisite to be smart, with how you cut," he said, grabbing at his chest. Just because the rogue hits hard does not mean he is smart. He's an attack dog at best. The archer finishing his forces further enraged him. "Ah! Stupid girl, I will have your head on a pike!" Seconds later the girl was on his back like a deranged toddler in search of a piggy back ride. He shook her off in the heat of rage, exposing himself to daggers, attempting to use her as a human shield. When he heard just how close their goal was he had almost burst into laughter. The demon, the warrior, both lost to their sides of the battle everlasting.

"Impossible...?" Braxton pondered. Demon in the crossroads, the mirror network seeping with something sinister. "Then Vincent as well as the mirrors are in danger," he said, lashing out to Zaken as if to take it out on him. But when he did, both he and the other Disciples were gone, swept by magic.
"Ta ta!" Andero called as he felt himself being taken away. Oh if they find the demon and Ranger first it will be a helluva blood bath.
Frustrated, Braxton set the tip of his staff on the ground while catching a breath. "Corruption in the mirrors has to be the hand of the demons. Whatever they say, they lie. Vincent and the mirrors are at risk, lets make haste," Braxton instructed everybody, dashing to the mirror from where they came.
 
Raijah held back his attacks as Andero attempted to use her as a shield. Overcome by rage he may be, but he was still clear enough of mind to not harm his friends. He didn't want to hurt his fellow rogue, who was just as pissed off as everyone else. And she had good reason. She wanted her brother back. Hearing there's a demon in the mirrors is bad news at best. Their safe way of traveling suddenly safe no longer. And with Vince still being missing inside... Yep. That was bad. They had to get back to the farm as quickly as possible. But there were still the Disciples to deal with. He and Chloe working together are doing a decent job against Andero. They could've done a better job, but Torth took his companion in a magical hold and whisked them away. To the mirror network, in search for their demon. Just as how they would have to get to the mirrors fast. Only they wouldn't be looking for a demon... well... they would likely find the demon. They would likely fight the demon too. But their priority was getting to Vince before the Disciples did.

Mellany grunted. She didn't like being laughed at. She didn't like her magic seemingly doing nothing at all against the Disciple. Sure, it made him stagger back, but only the slightest bit. A few inches at the most. For a second she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. It was easy, too easy, to lose herself to the rage consuming her. Recently she had learned first hand what could happen if a mage lost control over their mind. It was not worth repeating. But this rage... it was powerful. She was glad a dagger coming from Chloe distracted Torth enough to not burn her down to a crisp. In her rage, she had been burning through her magical stamina. Mellany noticed just how desperate she was getting for a breather. With Torth and the other Disciples retreating, or rather, heading to the mirrors themselves, Mellany rubbed her face and took a deep breath. And another, and another, slowly forcing her mind to serenity again. Quite literally cooling herself down after the rage had threatened to burn her up. The peace of mind, however, was only short lived, for it was then that Peter's words sank in. A demon... in the mirrors. Vince missing,... in the mirrors. Strange energy seeping from the mirrors and the crossroads turning crimson. All signs of something terrible. "My god... we'd better hurry!"

Zaken was satisfied. Though briefly, his blade finally got a taste of the Knights' blood. Sure, it was only the mage and not the warrior, but still. Some blood shed was better than none at all. The hit only seemed to fuel rage in the mage though, for quickly he was struck with lightning to the chest. Zaken staggered backwards, his chest smoking. He readied himself to strike the mage again, this time to decapitate him. However, a dagger came flying out of nowhere and hit him in the back. Zaken hurled around, glaring at the little rogue coming to the aid of her friends. He hissed. "You will pay for that, wench!" Once the mage was dealt with.... he'd come for her. He'd come for her and slowly cut her into little pieces. He'd feed her to the hounds of hell! Rage took him in his grip once more.... no wait, that was no rage. That was Torth grabbing a hold of him to take him away. It seemed it was time they'd go on a little chase. See who'd get to the demon and the Ranger first. Disciples, or Knights?
 
Continuations of screaming and rage, the demon took shape. Molten lava, smoldering at the core of fire and burning red light. Physical bodied Rage in red fire, orange glows and dark stone. A volcanic creation of power stands out in the light blue of the network... or what used to be the color of the network. Rage has consumed it, turned it all red. "Behold, Rage! Rhagos! Interloper!!! You die!" Rhagos the rage demon burned his words into the earth beneath him, or whatever the crossroads are. The ground cracked but did not break. Flames erupt from under the surface.
Vince swallowed again, confused as to why he's even here. "Why do you call me an interloper? The mirror network belongs to the knights!"
"Ahhh! Fool! You stand on the crossroad of my kind and yours! This is my home and I will see you removed!" Rhagos began the charge.
"His home? Owl is that true?"
The owl fluttered its wings and flew off of his arm. "He's being dramatic but he is not inaccurate. Dead ahead," the owl explained and warned. Dead ahead is a rage demon with magma power. Vince quickly looked to see this, performing an insta morph with his medal and morpher in time to be bashed in by Rhagos. All he's missing are the bull horns. Actually...he has horns! Small ones, but they exist. Toro, toro!

Landing on his back Vince withdrew his sword and shield, picking himself up and doing a lunging slash into Rhagos' abdomen. This only enraged the creature, big surprise. Rhagos violently swung his arms out, actually knocking Vince's shield from his grip leaving him defenseless. Vince retaliated with a sword strike to his chest. "Let's see what Raijah's all about," he said to himself as his Divine Calibur appeared in his free hand. Now he dual wields two swords! Striking at an X slash he viciously cut into the demon. Rhagos felt nothing under the rage as it pushed him to act beyond pain. Vince kicked and slashed again. The demon fired a point blank magma blast into Vince's chest. Sparks went high and Vince went far, falling against the back of a mirror.
"Watch the mirror!" Owl shouted. Vince groaned.

Rhagos boiled, fire surrounding him while he lifted his arms for a mighty burst of flame! An arrow pierces his skin. A yellow arrow.
"Leave him alone, you...whatever you are," Chloe shouted. The four Knights had come through the network once again and found their way to Vince just in time. Rage still yet consumed her, even stronger now in the presence of the source. The arrow left Rhagos stunned and open to attacks.
"Vince, are you okay?" Chloe hastily asked by her brothers side.
"Yeah yeah I'm okay. Thank God you guys showed up. You won't believe what I saw... but later. Guys, Rhagos. Rhagos, the rest of your worst nightmare," he kindly introduced everyone.
The demon shrugged and spit fire at the feet of the knights. Angrily he flared hotter than the sun. "More Interlopers? AHHHH! Die!" Rage fueled his flame as expected, sparing no time to spit more flame and magma. He isn't giving them time to breath.

Back on his feet Vince lifted both of his blades, still no shield. "Divine Knights, attack!" Vince commanded. Chloe readied her bow and nodded.
Rhagos charged through all five of them, left and right shooting fire and burning their suits. He stands in the middle of a circle of Knights. He blasts the mages, strikes the rogues, dueling Vince's blades with his clobbering fists. Vince swiftly slashes his blades into him, punched aside just in the knight of time for Chloe to get up close and personal with her bow. Vince breathes for a second while the others fight with rage in their hearts. Why is he not affected?
"You're going to wish you never lived," Chloe told the beast and fired a heavy arrow charge in Rhagos' front, slashing the bow at him before she's kicked away.
 
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"Should be somewhere this way," Braxton told the others, rage simmering and inner fire cooling for the moment. The rage he experienced was powerful, unhinged. Scary and fascinating at the same time, which can be said for a lot of magic and other matters of the arcane. The network is wrong. Wrong in every way. Having guided through they found Vince in combat against a demon. It is the cause of the rage. Braxton sensed power in this thing. They need to be careful. Following up Chloe's arrow, Braxton fired a blast from his sidearm instead. He kept it locked on target while she checked on her brother. "Rage demon. it had to be a rage demon," he said. This Rhagos spit flame and nearly burned him to a crisp. Power emanated from this thing. Glancing around he saw...an owl?
"Friend of yours, Vincent?" the owl hadn't made itself known before. If it's not a friend, he'll be pissed.

Interlopers... he's the interloper, here. Following the warriors command, Braxton switched to his staff and from afar bolted Rhagos up in electricity. Spirit energy swirled around him, bolts of energy firing out at Rhagos. "Mystic maelstrom!" Braxton cast, commencing a powerful magic burst form the tip of his staff.
 
Once again Mellany found herself silently agreeing with Braxton. Of course it was a Rage Demon, looking as demonic as a less-magically inclined person would presume them to look. All fire from the depths of hell. Horns and a tail, however, seemed to be missing on a first glance. She breathed deeply and calmly, cooling down the rage inside - no pun intended- . It was this thing that was corrupting the network, corrupting them as well. It had to be. That's what demons did; mess with things and piss people off. Rhagos' flames were something new entirely. "Geez... now this guy makes Torth look like a candle," Mellany commented as she barely dodged the flames attempting to reduce her to charcoal. She eyed the mysterious owl as well and furrowed her brow. Didn't seem to be a demon, but who knows? Looks can be deceiving, after all.

Raijah snarled at the demon. They were not invading the mirror network. They used it all the time. It was the demon that made this place not-good! Red's only a good thing when it's Vince. Or the sky when the sun is rising and setting. The red of the network... that just gave him an uneasy feeling. He tossed his daggers around in his hands before leaping at Rhagos. "Feral Fury!" he called, releasing a flurry of slashes at the fiery creature.
"Mystic Maelstrom!" Mellany followed Braxton's magical attack with her own.
 
All through Westfield people began acting strangely. Rage inducing acts of violence, destruction and chaos. Zaken would have a freaking field day in the city. People screaming, animals raging, things getting smashed. Cars running into one another! Rage seeped from the mirrors around the city, spilling out onto the population. Rhagos had to be stopped before his rage unconsciously burned the city down. The power is so great it need not even be focused. No controlling it, for it does what it wants.
"Interlopers begone!" Rhagos flared out, lashing at the Knights. Daggers cut him, magic touched him. He felt these things but did not flinch. The network glowed red, the area unlike itself. Rhagos charged, tackling into every one of the knights one by one until he made it back to Vince. He rushed him, sending the others flying out into the distance of the network. Chloe had banged her side into a mirrors edge. Just to the left and she'd have wound up in a dimension of...prehistoric nature? When did the knights prior do to visit the dinosaurs? And why? Vince grunted, downsizing his two sword style into one, dropping the longsword and using the standard sidearm blade to jab Rhagos in the side. Stabbing, more like. "You're a real pain in my side," he said, Vince curling the blade tighter in his grasp and deeper into the demon. Rhagos flared out, fire burning the fabric of his suit.

"Rangers! As if fate demands it, I find myself wanting to aid you. Red Ranger, reach out into the void and let yourself have my power," the owl burst. This talk of fate is strange from such a creature... Nevertheless, Vince let himself have the power. He reached out, Owl offering him the gift. It will not last, however. "I invoke the power of the ancestors. Guardian of the network, seer of mirrors. Unmatched Strength, Divine Red!" Vince felt himself speak. But his voice sounded different. Like two voices stacked on one another. His visor glowed a light blue with the owls eyes the same. The two have bonded to some degree.
Chloe sat back and watched as Owl took her brothers body and gave it power. Rhagos charged once more, angrily spitting fire from its body. "I banish thee! Blessed Impact!" Vince simply extended his palm out, using all of his great warrior strength to push Rhagos away and out through a mirror. The mirror led back into the modern world, but not quite near Westfield. Mountain range? Isolated enough so he can't filet a town.
"You...you did it. He's out! Now's out chance," Chloe said.
"Right. Rangers, let us take this beast." Owl spoke as Vince.

Peter monitored them, but the network isn't stable yet. Rhagos needs to die.
Five running out of the mirror, the faced down Rhagos. It seems he is growing unstable out of his 'home.' "This can not be. Interlopers eject me from my home? Shadoji trying to pull me out! They will not have me as their slave, not as they all of my kind. And you five will not stop the rage!" He's a victim and a threat... brutal.
But before Vince could lead them into battle, Rhagos let out a powerful screech and furiously raged out. He grew into giant size at his will. Vince's attack left him weak in the real world, so he's acting fast. Rhagos fired a beam of flame at the Knights on the ground. Vince and Chloe rolled out of its way. Safe to say they called their Mounts. "I may have more to offer," Owl said, separating from Vince. Hitting #2 on the morphers with medals in they called them. Chloe and the others joined with their mounts, but Vince stayed on the ground.
"Guardian, I take it your modern day tools are open for...interpretation?" Owl asked, chiming in with Peter via Vince's morpher.
"Absolutely, spirit. But I'm not sure I..."
"Perfect." Owl flapped its wings and became a ball of light. That light rested into Vince's hand. It reformed...as a medallion. A light blue (aqua) medallion with the image of an owl crested into it. "No way... awesome! You guys, I've got something for you." Vince then inserted it as he jumped into Stallion. "Divine Owl!"
From the skies flapped giant wings. Stallion, Wildcat, Wolf, Bear and Deer had never seen the likes of it before.

Owl was now a giant, armored owl. Capable of transforming! "Far out! He's so cute, too! Like warthog!" Chloe said, screeching with cuteness vibes.
"Mounts, combine!" Vince lead. The five mounts as normal combined. Stallion and Wildcat couldn't believe their eyes....hooves or claws! Owl swooped in at the last moment, its head making a new helmet, its body becoming...a shield! With its wings front and center on the shield.
"Bulwark Knight Megazord!" Vince named the formation. Grand Knight holding an aqua shield paired with its sword. Amazing! "Come at us now, Rhagos!" Vince beckoned.
"Welcome along, owlie!" CHloe said, clapping her hands in excitement.
 
"Our weapons aren't working," Braxton clarified for all to hear after being bombarded by the rage demon. Proclaiming them as 'interlopers' and changing the hue of the cross; it's almost intriguing to watch. The roads filling with rage, that rage spreading like wildfire--appropriate given the flares of rage from Rhagos. Something i an old codex suggests that this realm is susceptible to alterations of the manner, however no documents back this suggestion. It has been a theory in writings to him for years so to see this in action is mind blowing.
Owl chose Vincent to receive this...gift. No offense, but he'd rather it had been him to get it, seeing how this gift seems magical in some sense and he's by far the greatest at handling the arcane. Vince accepted it and bonded to the owl. Their bodies became one, Vince starting to glow ever so slightly, his voice overlapped with the owls. "Remarkable..." The role call needed work, but who cared about that? Nobody would ever care so much for role call they...say for example, drag people by the ear.

Endowed with the power of the owl, the guardian it would seem, Vince was able to not only get Rhagos out of the crossroads but banish him all together. "Impressive. We can celebrate later. We have work to do," Braxton said, realizing no time for praise just yet. He admired the strength within this warrior and he had several questions about where he'd been and what that was but they will wait for later. Back in their world, now away from the network which should be healing, Braxton prepared himself. But alas, Rhagos has other plans. As the now giant beats spit fire, Braxto erected a barrier over himself, Mellany and Raijah now that the Wells siblings rolled out of harms way. The barrier held and the three of them remained not singed.
"Didn't see that one," he said. They normally have to die before being made bigger. Wolf and friends to the rescue! As four Mounts arrived, Braxton commanded a lightning howl in Rhagos' direction to buy everyone time.

"I can feel his power... " The rage is spreading at an increased rate, or so he felt. The rage, the inner fire, its all getting worse. Without a Shadoji leash to keep him on, Rhagos may be out of all control. This begs the question if the Shadoji purposefully hold back demon power when they bind them. He says he won't be a slave, like some of his kind. This implies demons are in fact not the monsters they're lead to believe. Not entirely. They still need to be destroyed. But this new look is...troubling.
"Wowie! Look at that!" Wolf shouted, howling on the first vowel in 'wowie.' A new Mount. Owl, big and cyan, armored and like the rest of them.
"Another new Mount? Well done, Peter," Braxton praised, not hearing that Owl sort of did this himself.

"Bulkwark Knight Megazord!" A shield added to their arsenal pairs nicely with their blade. Better than a lute. "Outstanding. Shield techniques, of course. Our defenses will skyrocket."
 
"No kidding," Mellany replied. The whole network changing hues, them being send flying. They weren't the interlopers corrupting the entire place here, but demons are unlikely to listen to what Divine Knights such as themselves have to say. Mellany shrouded herself with a thin veil of ice to cool down the heat of Rhagos' fire. With a gesture of her hand she did the same for the others, preventing them from nasty burns. All but Raijah. Mellany glanced around the network and pushed herself back to her feet. She didn't see him anywhere anymore. Not until a muffled call came from one of the other mirrors. Raijah was desperately clinging on to the edge, preventing himself from being sucked into a realm obscured by thick fog. She rushed over to grab Raijah's arms, pulling him back out into the crossroads before landing on her butt.
"Raijah is thank you," the rogue mumbled, wiping the sweat of his brow before also getting shrouded in a thin cool layer of Mellany's magic. They watched as the Owl offered its help to Vince. In a very brief moment, the rogue and mage were certain they saw a reflection of yet another owl in a mirror. An owl almost as tall as a man, giving a very disapproving look in their direction before shaking its feathers and flying off in the distance, disappearing from the mirror's view.

Mellany was left slightly puzzled at the Owl offering help to Vince. In any and every lore ever until this day, owls were associated with magic. Not with physical strength or warriors. "Well that's an interesting twist," she muttered. Vince/the Owls words sent chills down her spine. Raijah nodded approvingly at Ancestors being called to help out. You can always count on the Ancestors as long as they've been treated with the proper respect. With the words and the new attack, Rhagos was knocked out of the mirror and Westfield was - hopefully - safe from the rage. And safe from being burned and stomped on when the inevitable giant fight would come. When Braxton pulled up the barrier, Mellany channeled some of her own power into it as well. It may have been the demon's fault a while ago, but she remembered Braxon's barrier shattering and she didn't want to be barbecued.
"I'm honestly not too surprised," Mellany shrugged. While it was true the monsters they'd battled so far needed to be defeated first before they grew to their ginormous size, it was to be expected that different demons had different skillsets.

Mounts coming to their aid was a good thing. Mellany let Deer use a freezing trample on Rhagos' back before rounding up with the other mounts
"Big bird," Raijah said, looking up at Divine Owl readying to join up with the Megazord. Biggest birds he had seen until now where eagles. Owl made eagles look like teeny tiny little sparrows.
"I'm impressed," Mellany nodded. Another Mount to add to their arsenal, another aid in the battle against the Shadojii. Armor, a sword and a shield. Nice.
"Bulwark Knight Megazord!" Raijah and Mellany called. With this, Rhagos stood no chance.
 
"That is not at all what I expected to happen... but it's awesome!" Peter screamed from the Lair. A Mount that made itself? No...divine intervention on his part? Hehe... divine. Many questions he had for this one. However, this will give purpose to his dads old parrots cage in the house. Gotta dig that out and dust it off for their supposedly knew housemate.
Rhagos on the other hand is not impressed. Flame reached out from his fist, engulfing everything it touched. Flame burns, flame angrily roars. Owl's shield blocked the flame, actually splitting the blast from either side of the shield both left and right of the Knight. Rage, again with the rage, Rhagos ran ahead into the Knight. Vince put the shield up, bashing it straight into his cranium. Rage continued sweeping through Westfield and the network, begging to be quenched. If they didn't stop him soon things would be going bad really really fast. The sword slashed into Rhagos, stunning Rage incarnate. "Bulkwark Knight! Shield Pommel!" Vince said with no hesitation. The megazord geared up the shield, banging the blade against it before spinning on his heels, whirling the shield into Rhagos. Bashing it one, two, three times in a spectacular whirlwind! The final bash knocked him back, spiraling off balance onto his back in an over the top explosion! "Divine Knights, victory is ours."
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Funny that rage, powered with flame, died in a bigger flame. The rage subsided within the city. The network restored to its natural color and tone. Now, Vince sits on the couch surrounded by his friends and sister. Owl a normal owl, perched up on Peter's arm. He'd been catching everybody up on what he's seen. "He said I was an interloper. That the network, or whatever it is...that its home to demons. Where they come from." 'He' being a reference to Rhagos.
"It is most likely that Rhagos had been blinded by his own power. The home of demons is connected to the network, yes. But the network itself is not their home. He likely, when summoned by Dumanax, rebelled and got confused," Owl chimed in. Kind of freaky to thing the rage demon was a victim in his own right.
"So...the demons, when called, get ripped from their home and are turned into slaves?" Chloe asked.
"Yes, but do not let it fool you. Had they acted under free will in previous battles they'd have been just as viscous. The Shadoji bindings merely speed things along."

Chilling to think, nonetheless. "But there's more. Rhagos is just random compared to what I saw. I saw out ancestors. Owl took me through a mirror that went back in time. I saw the first generation of Knights... Ascelin himself. Just like his portraits," Vince explained. Talk of time travel? Why not. Not like it's the most bizarre thing they could believe. "The day your Heirlooms got handed out. I know what mine is. It's my name. My name is my Heirloom. Here I thought the name being passed down in some variation after all these years was just a family thing. But it's more."
Chloe played with her pendant. The Heirlooms are a gift from the past, something to be treasured. A glimmer of something lies inside. For Vince's to be his name is certainly weird. But he's had his all along, so that's nice?

"Well, Owl, what are you gonna do now? Back to the network?" Peter asked.
"Oh don't be absurd. The network is cleansed of is threat and I stay vigilant outside of it. In reverence, I defend." That last part, that phrase... something in it hurt Vince. No, literally hurt him. His eyes momentarily flicked in color. But nobody seemed to notice. Not important, or so he thought. He didn't even feel lie it was connected to that phrase. "I will stay here. I'll help however I can. Show you all how your Heirlooms really work. Might I even say I'll find new allies in time?"
"Hey, don't get ahead of yourself. I'm the guardian here, birdie," Peter said.
Owl flapped a wing and fluttered onto Raijah's head. "I would like to room with this one, for the time being."
"Why do the animals always gravitate to him?" Chloe asked in a whisper.
"Well, he is a Tarzan figure..."
---
Andero, Torth and Zaken stumble from Torth's getaway. The three Shadoji Disciples stand atop a boulder on a cliff. Overlooking a range, they witness something majestic and long forgotten. A fortress, tall and mighty. Inside of it live people in fine silver armor. "Well my friends, what have we here? Rage's fire may have been dowsed. But here we have this. The long thought lost Fortress of the Wardens." Torth let out a menacing cackle. This is truly an extraordinary find! Wait until Dumanax sees this.

Quest 07 - Complete
 
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Quest 08 - Forgotten Promise

"Long ago our parents and grandparents told us stories of demons and kings. Knights and callings to divinity. Barbarians rising among kings in a place where all stand equal in the act of defiance toward evil. Duties that can not be forsworn and submitting to the will that is our destiny. We are the Wardens. Demons flee when they hear our horns. Evil dies when it tastes our metal. Our founder's promise is our promise. Her goal is our goal and Her power is our aspiration. On the closer end to the millennia the Divine Knights serving King Ascelin have yet to call us. But we wait and we watch over this land. Stragglers of the Shadoji Demon Army have met their end by our blades in times passing between generations. While the Knights grow old and rest we are the never-ending force. We are the Wardens." Storyteller Arianne sat closely in a circle with the children. This circle sat in one smaller chamber of the library wing to the Keep.

The Keep; simply named after the verb of a promise. The intended verb. Surely someone will keep their promise. And if not? Off with their head!
A tall fortress in the middle of seemingly nowhere, the Keep proves sanction and power to an order of elite warriors known as the Wardens. Thought to be myths in Divine lore, they are very real. The Sorceress herself whom bestowed the Divine power to Ascelin and his Knights found this order. Serving under the promise that they rise and be the army the Knights demand should the Faye army fall. Or be it they simply require additional support. The Wardens are reserves. They live here, train here, and wait here. Arianne the storyteller looks after the children while their parents and elders run the rest.

Child-baring, while not impossible among them, is uncommon among Wardens. Something about the magic which gives them their more enhanced traits. There are just enough children to keep them alive through generations. Wardens which come from outside of the Keep come from a very complex method of recruitment. The children that do love here are taken care of well, having a simple enough life until adolescence when they're deemed old enough to begin training. Similar to how the Divine Knights train.

The fortress, tall and powerful, currently holds several hundred Warden warriors, rogues and mages. An army in the reserves! Up in his chamber, the First Warden himself awaits that letter from the Guardian. Never has this letter came. Every First Warden hopes he/she will be the first to receive it and grace the Wardens with their calling. The current First Warden looks over his fortress, watching as warriors train in full silver plate armor with violet detail, rogues craft new supplies in purple or mauve leathers with silver accents and mages carry silver staves in violet or mauve-ish robes. The Wardens clearly like purple colors. Silver as a metal is fine, as they smith with it well and its never failed in a fight. The First Warden watches from his window, his long beard blowing in the breeze. Above his window hands his bow from his more adventurous days in youth. He awaits two of his Wardens to meet with him. One of the officers in their ranks reported that somebody had stolen several pumpkins from the kitchens and used them in target practice. And somebody was getting forbidden tomes out of the repository??? Dear God, is it...her again?

Her, being Eden. Eden Blackwell. A warrior by training but a scholar in the making. With her is her most loyal and true friend Ines. Ines the newly-staved mage. She came out of apprenticeship recently and was finally gifted a proper silver staff. Far better than the wooden ones used in training. She's ready to make her mark and leave the fortress without an escort! She's earned it.
Eden, however, is not so lucky. She means well but Eden definitely has issues with authority She's 27 but at times makes everyone think she's 15 by her actions. The pumpkins were good for targeting in her ax throws. And the tomes were just collecting dust. How was she supposed to know they were under lock and key when said lock is as flimsy as a rubber strand? Eden's carried a less than admirable reputation for a while. Training for battle is what most warriors do. She's been great at it and enjoys it, but she also loves studying mythical creatures. Fantastic beasts and where she can find them. Huh... somebody should make a book or a movie about that. Yes, Wardens have things like movies. They live a medieval lifestyle but its the 21st century! But it still isn't clear to most where exactly they are in the mirror-verse. Weird to think about.
Eden is phenomenal in the field but she's terrible at rules. She's missed training before to read books about beasts and how she can find one or befriend one. The big fantastical things in nature call out to her more than people do. People, like the First....CRAP!
She almost forgot she has to meet with him like now! Sat in her personal quarters she threw an overcoat on and booked it from the room, leaving a book open on her bed. Said book being the stolen tome. She would have knocked down the door to Ines' room if not for her controlled force. "Ines! We're supposed to meet First Warden like now! Come on! And....sorry I got you into it. I just needed you to render me invisible for a second so I could sneak by the cooks and get pumpkins. I didn't account for them tracing the magic.... damn those spell-tracing taddlers," she said to Ines' door. Nothing. "Oh please tell me you're talking to me again...please?"
---
Westfield's grocery store isn't the greatest. Not by Braxton's standards. He grew up with not higher-end brands just healthier ones. Healthy may mean pricey sometimes, yes, but that isn't his fault. And the US wonders why obesity is so rampant. The bad food is cheap and the good food is expensive. But this isn't about that. Braxton, Mellany and Chloe are on shopping duty today. Vince and Raijah are at home doing their chores. But the house of six people, plus animals needs a lot. Better to buy in bulk. And the farm has to spend money to make money. He's taken the lead on this one so that he can oversee order. Just to stay organized. It's really not to be in charge for the sake of it. He wants it to be organized. He's weird like that. But you could postulate as much.
"Okay. Mellany, you take this part of the list, Chloe you take this one. We all meet back here in 15 minutes then we'll checkout. Unless somebody misses something in which case we'll double back." Braxton gave Mellany, on accident, a list with hard to reach things. Chloe had mostly stuff for the Mounts plus toiletries. He grabbed a cart and started down an aisle. Dairy. He'll liekly spend 5 minutes weaving through milks to find the one least liekly to expire soon.
 
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Ines leaned around the corner of the bathroom, slightly further down the hallway. "You're late." A small smile crept around the corners of her mouth. The young mage shook the last droplets of water off her hands and gripped her staff. Brand new, shiny and silver. Her fingertips stroked the metal almost lovingly. Finally she wasn't an apprentice anymore, but a proper, full-fledged Warden and mage. The staff was her probe, and one of her most treasured possessions. Ines sighed. Just a Warden, and already in trouble. Was to be expected when your best friend is Eden Blackwell. Just one spell was all it took to be dragged into the while kind of crazy mess she constantly tried to protect her friend from. Yet still... still she wouldn't want to miss her, wouldn't want things to be any differently. Heck, Ines would die for Eden if she had to. She fidgeted with the sleeves of her robes, nervous at the thought. Or maybe she was just nervous because they'd been summoned by the First Warden. Ines looked at Eden, then cast her gaze back to her feet, slightly flustered. It was how she always felt around her. Nervous. Excited. Awkward. She'd spend every free minute of her day with Eden if she could. Whether it was to hear about her fantasies of finding and taming a Griffin, keep her out of too serious trouble, or just be together and enjoy doing nothing in particular... All Ines could tell for sure was that she just wanted to be close to Eden.
"Let's just get going, shall we?" her voice was soft. Man, she was nervous! "Best not to keep the First Warden waiting for too long..." The longer he waited, the more time he had to think of a punishment for them. "Maybe I can teleport us towards his quarters?"
Ines hadn't quite mastered the teleportation spells just yet. They might as well end up being stuck in a toilet. Or trapped in a wall! Somehow those two options seemed less frightening than meeting with the First Warden. Not that she'd be afraid of the man in any other circumstances. Ines was just very, very afraid of getting in trouble.
---
Mellany took her part of the list and quickly scanned the items on there. "Really?!" she called after Braxton as he trailed off into the dairy aisle. She shook her head. She was going to need more than 15 minutes to get everything on there. Using magic would come in handy to get the highest and hardest to reach items. But that also meant a rather significant chance of getting caught using magic. And that would lead to a whole lotta questions she did not want to answer. Mellany let out a deep sigh. Ah well, then she'd just have to ask the nearest tall person or shop employee to help her out. Or switch her list with Chloe? As much as Mellany might dislike it, the teenager is just a bit taller than her. Might be enough to not need some steps to reach the top shelves. She eyed the list again and wrinkled her nose. I hate being small.

Raijah's chore involved cleaning the stables. To most this would be one of the least favorite things to do. Shoveling out the Mounts' shit, changing the hay, all that sorta things. But to Raijah it was one of the absolute favorite things to do. While sweeping the floor in the stables, he made sure to make some time for each separate Mount, giving them a belly rub, a snack, or just say hi if they weren't really into that sorta thing. He would love to make some time and join Warthog playing in a puddle of mud, but that's for when the chores are done. And after playing in the mud, he wouldn't be allowed back inside before someone would hose him down anyway. He really learned from that last time when Mellany scolded him. Raijah looked up to a ridge in the stables. "How you like farm, Owlie?" Raijah asked.
 
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