The Return of Silverfrost - Part IV

Hey everyone and once again welcome back to the insanity that is The Realm. Today's article will focus on Clare Ravenwood Oswald. Clare is absolutely vital to story of Starsea because she was the wife of Killian Jones and the mother of their son, the one that is granted the name of Silverfrost, more commonly known as Silver Jones. Now as stated in the previous article, her mother died before her first birthday and was therefore raised by the Star Child herself. Artz did leave for a time but that was to take Graham to each of the packs that he would one day be responsible for. During that time, Van and Neptune volunteered to watch over little Clare. While on this pilgrimage of sorts, Artz and Graham crossed paths with Liam and Killian Jones. They stayed with them for about seven months before tragedy struck, ending in the deaths of the brothers' parents and the Star Child.

We were given a brief overview of this during Mars's profile and the story of Liam Jones. Now Clare herself was a bright and clever child, and whilst in public, she was refined and poised, everything that a lady of the times would want for a daughter. Once she was no longer within the public eye, all bets were off. The brunette child was full of mischief and mayhem. She lusted for adventure and to explore the world beyond her home land. To that end, she asked her godmother, after she had returned from Graham's pilgrimage, to be taught how to fight and how to sail.

The Star Child lifted an eyebrow at this so called request and stated quite clearly that should Clare wish to pursue this path, she must master both nobility and to the child's surprise, piracy. When asked why, Artz simply stated that she wanted Clare to get married to an outstanding naval officer...who would one day become a pirate and if she truly wished to be with him then she must prove it. Clare tried to weedle more out of her godmother but Neptune ushered her out of the room rather hastily. She heard quiet whimpering from the other room, the kind associated with deep wounds and she was immediately worried about her godmother.

The fourth mage refused to budge but the third mage simply bonked her on the head, saying that she would find out eventually anyways. This was when she first learned of the Jones brothers and and she honestly felt absolutely horrid for the younger Jones. He was going to go through so much and not even understand why. With eyes blazing with determination, the young girl dived head first into her studies, learning everything she could about being a noblewoman, a merchant, a sailor, a pirate, and a plethora of diverse skills across a rather wide spectrum of fields.

When she was old enough, Van and Neptune...acting as her parents...moved to the port town where the Jones brothers were currently living. One of the naval academies resided in this area which was why they were here at all. It took about four months before Clare and Killian crossed paths with one another. Serendipity truly at work because Killian Jones was in the middle of a brawl outside the tavern, supposedly for flirting with an already married woman.

He was definitely on the losing side given that he was alone, but overall he did hold his own for a short time. Clare smirked because she was currently dressed like a deckhand, her hair tied under a bandana, so she looked very much like a man. She didn't hesitate to get involved and fought them off long enough to get Killian onto his feet. The duo fought back to back and easily incapacitated their opponents, but then they heard the whistling of the approaching authorities so they ran.

Luck was on their side because none of the town guard had seen them in the first place. Killian introduced himself but was taken off guard when Clare pushed him against a wall and snogged him. She pulled back laughing as she let her down, revealing that she was in fact a woman. She was absolutely loving the stunned look on his face and the fact that his hands were still held up from where she had been kissing him. She walked slowly towards him, his eyes following her every movement and slid her hands along his chest as he swallowed hard. 

She was trying very hard not to laugh at the fact THE Killian Jones was completely speechless. She brought their lips close together and hovered, waiting for him to make the next move. She was not disappointed because his lips did meet hers, but she was annoyed at the imbecile that had the audacity to interrupt them...the Butcher of the Royal Navy, Augustus Torrin. He had yet to earn his more colorful moniker but he was still an asshole and was one Killian's current commanding officers that was temporarily in residence at the academy. He immediately ordered the younger Jones back to the academy, leaving him alone with one seriously pissed off Clare Oswald.

Then of course the asshat tried to rape her, believing that she was one of the port town's whores that catered to the Navy's specialized needs which resulted in him coming face to face with the Star Child herself. Let's just say that he didn't leave that encounter completely unscathed...he would never reproduce at the very least. Artz made certain to keep minimal contact with Clare because Killian would be instinctively drawn to her and that would blow a hole in the universe but it did make her happy...just seeing him again so similar yet so different but after so many years of waiting, she honestly didn't care that he was neither her Terror of the Deep or her Scourge of the Sea. She even found it hilarious at just how often Clare rendered him speechless by suddenly doing something completely bonkers.

It took about seven months before he and Clare were married and another year before the Jones Brothers graduated from the academy with honors. Liam was given command of their newest ship The Jewel of the Realm...the irony was not lost on her...and Killian was made a lieutenant. He would have been a commander had it not been for his brief encounter with Torrin. Killian was forced into leaving his young wife to go on a mission upmost importance with his brother, mere weeks later. Clare could see it in his eyes, her husband knew that something was wrong but for the life of him, couldn't understand why, but Clare did.

This mission would be the final days that the brothers would share together before Liam took his own life to save his baby brother from an even more horrific end. Not long after their ship left, Clare was packed and ready to go. She had been preparing for this practically her whole life but in the last few years, she had made quite the name for herself as a pirate. Her crew were Blood Guard so she never feared mutiny but she had kept it small, didn't want to call too much attention to herself just yet. The wait was now over, the guise of an elegantly refined noblewoman was no longer necessary. It was time for "******" to sail the seas once again and find that dastardly husband of hers, preferably beating the living shit out of him before fucking him into next week. Honestly that idiot...did he honestly think that she would reject him just because he became a pirate?!

Imagine his surprise when he tries to loot a merchant ship already being looted by another pirate ship and he says that he was taking it from them, only to hear...

'You can't take what is already yours, sweetie, *uses the ropes above to land in front of him like a bad ass* unless you want to get a divorce?'

Killian is just stunned because his wife was standing in front of him then it took a few seconds for him to realize that she was a pirate and a few more to realize that she was a pirate captain. Things became completely bonkers when she told him that she was the legendary "*******" and that she had been a pirate ever since she was eleven years old, captain at thirteen. She scolded him quite thoroughly for just leaving her behind, not even giving her the choice and then spent the next two days having some rather torrential sex between the pair. 

Her crew joined his and there was minimal grumbling, but she was still weary of her husband's first mate, one Mister Simeon Black. There was something about him that seemed familiar and not in a good way either, the echo of a dream of a life never lived. She and Black butted heads quite often until her husband became involved, ordering them to have a duel and whoever won would be his first mate. Subvissive to say, Clare won and rather quickly too which was a major blow to the loser's ego. After things settled down, Killian and Clare went on adventure after adventure, their love soaring ever higher as if to touch the stars themselves. 

Things changed drastically when Clare started feeling quite ill and was nauseous all the time...not to mention the utterly outrageous cravings she was having and her sex drive had easily quadrupled, even wearing the infamous Killian Jones completely out. He was getting quite worried but apparently his wife was already several steps ahead of him. She had ordered that they return to Port Rhianna and she informed her husband of an old friend that would be able to give them an accurate diagnosis. Little did he know that this would be his first encounter with a rather spirited blonde that held a direct link to his forgotten past.

Upon arrival, Clare saught out her friend, Emma Swan, and the blonde verified the woman's theory...she was pregnant. Clare Ravenwood Jones was with child and it hit Killian like a ton of bricks. He was going to be a father, but his and wife's chosen profession was not exactly conducive to the rearing of a child and behind closed doors, he started panicking. He didn't know what to do or even where to begin and he certainly could not let his wife see him like this but what the hell was he supposed to do? His brother's voice echoed in his mind...she shines only for you now.

He forced himself to calm down, on the outside that is, and returned to the ladies. He told the blonde to look after his wife...both women giving him a knowing look...and he left the area. He walked through the city, noting that the sun was starting its descent. It would only be a few hours before nightfall and there was someplace he wanted to go to. This place was up on one of the forested cliffs that enshrouded the port town, making it very difficult to locate said town from a distance. He always found it odd that the island in which Port Rhianna was founded upon was in the general shape of a crescent moon and that not far off shore was a rock formation that paralleled the star in the sky that was always found near the moon.

He worked his way through the maze like forest with ease...like nature itself was guiding him...and there he stood, the highest cliff on the island. He watched as the sun sank lower and lower, the sea and sky blazing with reds and oranges, slipping ever deeper into the darker hues of blue and purple...twilight, a time that is neither light or dark...he didn't know why this particular time meant so much to him not did he understand why the stars always appeared so beautiful to him. He watched as each pinpoint of light appear in the deep blue sky, allowing his chaotic mind to calm as his thoughts ceased to race.

He sat down at the base of one of the nearby trees, resting his back against the trunk and shifting his sword to a more comfortable position. His eyes drifted once more to the star filled sky, trying to empty his mind...to find the answer within himself just as she taught him. He blinked...she...who...his eyes closed against his will as he fell into a deep slumber. 

Killian found himself in a field of golden grass, perhaps wheat or barley. He couldn't really tell because he wasn't a farm hand. The sky was filled with light orange clouds and the wind was blowing through the field. Just where the hell was he? A faint feminine giggle drew his attention to a beautiful amber skinned woman clad in blue clothing...the style struck a familiar chord in his heart. He walked towards her and a crack appeared between them, something akin to a never ending ravine of some sort and the place where she now stood was entirely water.

'Who are you? Where are we and why am I here?'

The woman smiled sadly at him, her eyes holding a forlorn hope. Her response was simple...he had unknowingly called to her and she answered instinctively. When he asked why, she did not reply but instead asked what it was that troubled him so. He wasn't quite sure why but he trusted her, he trusted the mysterious and enigmatic woman whose name he did not know...so he told her, told her about his Clare and his unborn child, about he and his wife being pirates, about everything that had happened in his life and he felt so lost, that he didn't know what to do.

'The answer you seek, dear one, lies within the swan lake, but tread carefully. There is darkness all around you; some are known to you, others will be hidden in plain view, and the darkness will rise from within and brought down by the shallow sleeper.

Do not be afraid, my dear child...for where there is light, there is hope and where there is hope, there are miracles. The impossible will occur not once, not twice, not three times but four. To save the past, you must first save the future...the star that shines so bright on the moonless night...find your star, Killian Jones and let her light guide you through the clouded way. To change the future is to change the past...go now, return to your world, and you will have all that you need.'

The pirate captain awoke rather harshly, his mind muddled and dazed, but the moment he heard a sword being drawn, he was on his feet. His eyes were still clouded over from such a deep sleep and he couldn't see properly but he still managed to hold his own against his would be assailant until said assailant was pinned underneath, their hands being held above their head in a tight grip. A woman...the body pressed firmly against his was that of a woman. 

Said woman chuckled but it was not an evil or wicked kind...goodnaturedly. He recognized her voice immediately as his wife's friend. What was her name again...Emma Swan...his brain came to a halt as his eyes cleared and connected to hers. Her eyes were currently a mix of blues and greens but when he had first met her, her eyes had been a forest green. Looking at her now, her eyes were similar in color to a lagoon or a lake...swan lake... Swan Lake...his answer lied within the swan lake. That was what the woman in his dream had said.

He allowed her to get up, each returning their swords to their proper places. As dawn approached, he and the blonde discussed the situation of Clare's pregnancy and together they decided upon a course of action that would drive his wife completely mental because of her adventurous nature but would lead the Captain of the Jolly Roger down a path he did not know he would take and if given the choice, he never would have but he needed to...something he would understand one day but not for a long time.

Artz: And that's a wrap for Part Four!

Hook: Took you long enough, wench.

Anna: No ADHD meds, dude. You're lucky she typed anything at all.

Hook: *look of understanding* Ah, well let's be off so she can put in the final touches and post it.

Durga: *arms crossed* You just want her to hurry up and get to your debut. Admit it.

Hook: *smirks* Speaking of debuts...*finds himself mummified in a variety of duct tapes*

Anna: *sitting next to a certain pyro pixie and a mound of empty duct tape rolls, sipping her coffee like nothing had just happened*

Clare: *walks in* If by chance you noticed a certain issue then by all means, leave your suggestions in the comment box below. If you didn't notice, it's because you were probably to wrapped up in the article. *several snickers are heard at the pun* Anywho, I am in desperate need of a badass pirate name because Artz really doesn't want to use Bloody Mary. Seriously, she wants something original and packs enough punch to render my husband speechless...again. *pushes everyone out of the article with Anna's help*

The Return of Silverfrost - Part III

Heya everybody and welcome back to the third installment of this little mini series. I do apologize for getting sidetracked, but you gotta follow the muse otherwise that slippery little sucker will disappear to parts unknown and you never know when or if he'll ever show back up and yes, my muse is a he and his name is Sage. *blonde guy with green eyes currently tied up at her feet* He's been MIA for quite some time but with a little help....*Crowley raises a glass in appreciation, Missy winks at her, and a rather wickedly smirking Anna waves at everyone*...he is back. *Sage is crawling away only to find himself upside down and wrapped in vines* This is exactly what I'm talking about. Anyways, this next portion of this tale will be from the perspective of one of my favorite anime characters of all time and probably one of the oldest obsessions/crushes I've ever had. *points below*

Anyone who has watched YuYu Hakusho are punching the air right now because yes, Hiei of the Jagan and master of the Darkness Flame is indeed a member of the Blood Guard. At this point in time, he is only a trainee. He would be an apprentice blade were it not for his near constant search for his twin sister and his blatant obsession with the pair that had saved his life and his mother's. Van's sensory abilities had fascinated him so much that he sought out a demonic scientist to implant the Jagan eye into his forehead, but he had no training or mental discipline to control or utilize its powers and actually lost his memories for a while. It is during this period of amnesia that Hiei is reunited with the twin that he does not remember and Yukina doesn't know that he is her twin, having no idea what her brother was supposed to look like.

Eleanor Oswald is currently unconscious from the prolonged exposure to the Makai's rather toxic atmosphere, so she can't exactly tell them that their siblings. The young fire demon had been out on patrol, making certain that no one ventured near the bandit camp that he currently called home, when he crossed paths with the leaders of that very same camp. The moment he saw the ice maiden, the Jagan flared to life, recognizing the similarities between their auras but because of his lack of experience and knowledge, he didn't understand what it was trying to tell him so he forced it back into dormancy. He then accompanied the leaders and their guests to the camp though he doubted that the human would be around long because human females were easily broken and he had seen quite a few suddenly die in the middle of certain activities.

The other one though was an ice maiden which made her quite the asset to their group, but it wouldn't stop some of the more reckless members from bedding the poor thing, being deliberately rough so that she would produce mass quantities of tear gems in the process. He didn't understand why that bothered him so much. He didn't know the girl and she definitely didn't know him, yet his baser instincts were stating that he needed to protect her. He glared at her when she glanced his way, but she simply smiled, just a small one and his glare faded along with his annoyance. Who was she to him?

Upon arriving at camp, several members whooped and hollered thinking that they had new toys to play with but the first seven that got within reach of them were now dead at the leader's feet, vines swirling around both of them and their guests. The main leader ordered that no one was to touch them, harm them, or kill them. Relief flowed through the fire demon's body, a fair bit of tension leaving him much more relaxed...an event not unnoticed by by the bandit leaders. When they walked into the main hub, he was asked to follow to them which he did so without complaint. He watched as the two women were seen to, their injuries being treated and a few plants set up to purify the air of the miasma, allowing the human the ability to recover.

They were now in the leaders personal den, a place few had ever seen. Both the bat and the fox were extremely territorial which is why the den existed but it did not explain why he was granted entrance at all. How many people could boast that they had been allowed entrance into the sanctuary of the legendary bandit thief and equally notorious thieving partner, Yoko Kurama and Kuronue?

So here he was, the fire demon without a name or a past, standing in front of the two most powerful members of their bandit gang and thus the reason why they were the leaders, and he had no idea what to say or do. He usually didn't mingle with the others, mainly because they annoyed him and he preferred peace and quiet, just relaxing in a tree somewhere. This was definitely not within his current skill set and comfort zone, but he allowed none of it to show because it would be construed as weakness and he already had it bad enough with the damn memory loss. Then they spoke and his mouth ran dry. They had noticed his reaction before when they had slain their own men to protect the females. He became confused when they didn't ask why but rather to watch over the girls and ensure that no harm befell them.

His mouth spoke before he could stop it and asked...well more like demanded to know why. Why did they want him to babysit the females that were obviously more trouble than they were worth? The silver kitsune chuckled softly, stating that it was those very same females that had single handedly escaped a fully armed compound completely unnoticed and were that not enough, the human girl had saved Kuronue's life by pushing him out of range of a bamboo trap. Hiei's eyes widened...resourceful and a life debt. The bat chose that moment to comment that this was the first time that Hiei had ever reacted to something before. The fire demon knew he was right but he was not about to admit to that aloud. The fox suggested that by spending time with them that it might allow him to access his lost memories, maybe not much but something was better than nothing.

And that was how he got saddled with babysitting the females. The human didn't wake up for over a week and the ice maiden kept an almost silent vigil over the woman that had rescued her from such an awful place. In the few conversations they had, he had learned her name but not the human's though he had been right about the resourcefulness, but he also learned that the demoness was looking for her mother and twin brother. She had been exiled after she had helped a wounded man. They made her watch as they executed him before they forced her to leave and never to return. When she pulled out a rather beautiful orb, her mother's tear gem that she shed while giving birth to her, he could only stare in shock because he possessed an identical gem...or he had. The third in command of their bandit group, Yomi, had taken it from him, believing he had stolen it from the treasury.

The black clad fire demon went silent after that, refusing to look at her or converse with her anymore. His mind and heart were reeling from this new information. What if...what if he was the twin brother she was looking for? He wasn't sure and he didn't have the stone to prove it anyways, but did it really matter? He was a bandit, a thief, a killer...even if he was her brother, he would never tell her. He would not stain her purity with his blood soaked darkness. He didn't deserve to be her brother nor could he ever be worthy of her at all. More days passed until finally the human woman awoke, but she was still quite delirious. She kept rambling about how she needed to get them to The Realm. What the hell was The Realm and why did it feel like he was just stabbed in the heart repeatedly?

Yoko and Kuronue attended to the woman who was begging them to find her godmother or some man named Van...another stab to his heart. His breathing accelerated as his head began to ache. It felt like his head about to explode from the pain. He wanted her to shut up, to stop ripping his heart to pieces...what the hell was happening to him? He grabbed his head, his hands fisting into his hair as tears came to his eyes. The ice maiden called out to him, alerting the bandit leaders that something was wrong. His tears fell and clattered in the floor as smooth round stones...tear gems. He really was her brother. He screamed in agony, the sound causing the human female to bolt upright and look right at him.

'Hiei!'

The wall between his conscious mind and his dormant memories exploded and countless images, thoughts, and feelings flew through his mind. A constant stream of tears clattering to the floor below as he remembered. His name was Hiei, a name given to him by the man that had saved his life when he was thrown off the floating island of the ice maidens. He joined the Bladeworks in the hopes of becoming one of the legendary blades but once he learned of his sister's exile, he went in search of her, so that he could bring her home...to the Realm...The Realm of the Blood Guard. He wanted her to meet the woman that saved their mother's life and even made it possible for her to touch him and raise the child she had given birth to, but he had become frustrated and impatient, so he sought out a doctor capable of implanting a Jagan eye successfully so that he could find his twin...only for that same eye to completely overwhelm his conscious mind and him not having the mental fortitude and training to use it. That's why he lost his memories because of his own foolishness.

The fire demon ran from the room and straight to the treasury, the fox on his heels. The Jagan flared to life once more, easily shattering the enchantments and runes protecting it. He didn't hesitate, dodging the secondary traps with an ease and grace that Yoko had never seen the boy do before. He watched as he systematically tore through the treasury in search of something, only to discover that it wasnt there at all. The look of fury on Hiei's face, realizing that Yomi had lied to him and the bastard probably hid it after he took it from him. The silver kitsune got the gist of what the boy was trying to convey telepathically through the Jagan and went in search of Yomi himself, only to discover that the camp was empty. His attention was drawn to the sky when he sensed a very powerful force just suddenly appear.

'If you're looking for your men then they left about two minutes after you went inside. The one with all the damn ears was leading them though judging by his so called plan, he's led them straight to their deaths. Now then, you have something that belongs to me. In fact, you have three things that belong to me; a brown haired girl named Eleanor, the ice maiden Yukina, and my girl's favorite pyro pixie Hiei. Give them to me and I'll be on my way. If you don't...*eyes glowing with blue light*...I won't hesitate to kill you.'

Ellie chose that moment to run out and placed herself in front of the silver kitsune, glaring at the third mage before yelling at him about issuing death threats to the people that had saved her life and had been looking after her all that time. Yukina rushed out, begging the brunette to come back inside so that the miasma wouldn't kill her. Hiei appeared in a blur and used the Jagan to give Van the whole story...then Ellie started coughing up blood. In a blast of wind the third mage vanished and the others got the very sick brunette back inside.

About an hour later, Van returned with Hiei's tear gem but then asked for Yukina's. When asked why, he revealed that their mother had gotten in touch with him, just as he acquired the second stone and told him about the healing properties held within. Even if he took Eleanor to Her Ladyship, there would be no way to help her. The miasma of the Makai wasn't just deadly, it corrupted a person's life force, their very souls becoming infected and slowly eaten away. Ellie was fortunate that one of her ancestors had once been an ice maiden, but that heritage had been diluted by countless generations and it's potency was lost. However, the potential was still there. It wouldn't return the life force she lost but it would purify the effects of the miasma and thus making her immune, but to do so would require the destruction of their mother's tear gems. The ones shed for each child at birth were the most potent and powerful.

They had a choice to make; the life and soul of a human girl or the tear gems of their mother that could never be replaced. The twins looked at each other, taking the other's hand before both held out the stones to the wind mage. There was no doubt, no uncertainty...Eleanor had brought them together, saved Yukina's life, restored Hiei's memories, and she was the goddaughter of the woman that saved their mother. There was no choice or decision, just fact, but even as the Pathfinder used the gems to heal the girl, something unexpected happened and they wouldn't find out until several months after they had returned to the human world... Eleanor Oswald was pregnant and she was still a virgin.

Now that was a bit awkward to explain. Apparently, Kuronue's pendant had been accidentally activated when she had come into contact with him before, touching it the moment she saved his life. The spirits of his ancestors repaid the debt of life owed to the brunette which resulted in a dual effect; the miasma was purified while part of her life force was replenished by the pendant, but due to her shortened life span, the rest of that energy and power created a new life...Clare Ravenwood Oswald. Her first name was in honor of the woman that had saved the Star Child so long ago, but her middle name was literally poking fun at a certain bat and fox who joined the Guard to watch over her and Clare.

Van reported what happened to his girl and she thanked him for fighting so hard to get her back, even her pyro pixie and his sister home too. The Pathfinder felt pretty damn awful. He had tried so hard to get to Ellie and she didn't even live to see Clare's first birthday. He watched from afar as Clare grew up, playing with the future alpha of the Wolf Clan, Graham, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to get past it. He was stuck in an ever deepening rut. He practically became a ghost of his former self until someone decided that he looked better as a drowned rat. He went to yell at the person responsible and was rendered speechless. Standing before him was little Ellie or someone that had a remarkable resemblance to Eleanor. She giggled before introducing herself.

'Fourth Mage of the Blood Guard, the Magi of the Mist, The Tempest. I am Neptune of the Prism Guard and I am her Acheron.'

The Third Mage didn't know what to do or what to say, but he didn't have to say anything because she did. The Second Oracle had sent her back through time...to save him. She informed him that she was indeed Eleanor Oswald, well she had been reborn a few centuries later and that she was quite literally her own grandmother, but she told him not to tell anyone because that would be really, really painful and all sorts of awkward. She was named Ellie though so he could still call her Little Ellie if he wanted to.

He tried to apologize for not getting to her sooner and she blasted him into a wall with some rather scalding water. She wasn't called her Acheron for nothing. Due to her water powers having a much higher temperature and sometimes acidic in nature, the Star Child had given her a purpose to reflect that more fiery disposition. Acheron was the name of a river that ran through the Nether World and was often referred to as a flaming gulf or an acidic lake. Ellie stated quite clearly that if Van hadn't arrived at that exact moment, then Clare would never be born and she was kind of necessary if Artz was to get her Captain and her God of the Sea and in turn, the acquisition of the Lightning Fang, the three individuals needed to save Her Ladyship in the first place. Not to mention that if Van had got to her sooner then they never would have found Yukina or save Hiei. He arrived exactly when he was meant to.

Artz: And that's the end of this one. Though Ellie's mark is either going to be the upside down trident or a modified version of Aquarius. Haven't really decided, but good news is...

Hook: Is that she is finally getting to Starsea.

Anna: Technically she already has by including that series of events in Mars's profile.

Hook: True, but the next article will start with Clare and hopefully end somewhere near my rise to glory.

Poseidon: *smacks him.in the back of the head* Try something new, its called tact. Why because in order for you to take the stage, something has to put me completely out of commission first.

Hook: *smirks* Love the wording, brat.

Poseidon: *beams* Can't very well ruin our story, now can we?

Anna: *punts them to the Realm before high fiving her sister and strolling away*

Artz: I may just add a secondary title to this mini series. *walks away, muttering to herself*

The Return of Silverfrost - Part II

Hello everyone and welcome back to The Realm! Last time, we left poor Van in a rather precarious situation. The situation being a glorified boot camp to strengthen the Third Mage's power, endurance, stamina, and give him a much wider spectrum of abilities in order to Eleanor from a rather dangerous environment and from some very ill-mannered beings that called themselves, demons. Much of what happens next will be glossed over because I have not worked out the exact sequences of events, but it doesn't mean that some new faces are about to be revealed. Now back to the story, I mean article.

Eleanor awoke in some kind of holding cell. She couldn't call it a dungeon because she could feel a draft coming from somewhere and dungeons were typically underground. Her wrists were shackled above her head and she was sitting with her legs spread open, and sitting on her rather sore bottom. It wasn't the best sitting position to be in, especially when you included restraints on her ankles to prevent her from standing. Fortunately she was still in her original clothes and she could feel that the pockets hidden within random places by the oddly proficient at sewing, Third Captain, had sewn into her clothes at the behest of her godmother...had not been found, meaning that she was more than capable of removing her restraints, but the Third Captain had stressed that when in an unknown location, information was paramount to escape and survive.

There wasnt much in the way of lighting, so she closed her eyes and allowed her other senses to take over. The sense of touch provided her some information; the floor was stone but lacked any sort of pattern or intricate texture meaning that it was not artificially made, the shackles and restraints were scratched and dented meaning that they had mean excessively used...she wasn't the first which did not bode well for her. Her sense of smell gave her some rather odd information; the dominant scents were blood, ash, and something she couldn't identify but she was pretty sure that it was not good for her health. Hearing provided the most important information; she was not alone in the holding cell because they kept shifting ever so slightly but with a bit of clinking...another prisoner.

She kept listening, focusing her mind to discern the more distant sounds; screams and female in origin, grunting from exertion, the snaps and slaps on exposed skin, a bit of chanting like some kind of ritual was being conducted, thuds of things being tossed aside, and she could have sworn that she heard someone having sex. It didn't take a genius to work out what was transpiring here...ritualistic sex, torture, and ultimately killed then tossed aside like trash. They were searching for something, something specific, specific and rare, something that was not easily detectable which explained the other information provided by her senses. The brunette opened her eyes and was pleased to see that her eyes had adjusted to the darkness while she had them closed. The first thing she took note of was the other occupant in the holding cell.

Eleanor was taken off guard by how beautiful the young woman looked. Her hair was similar in shade to the water found near tropical islands, aquamarine. The woman's eyes were red but were soft and kind. The kimono she wore was patternless and was ice blue with the fabric tying around the mid section being a deep blue that reminded her of her godmother's eyes. She had honestly never seen someone with such exotic coloring, her God mother not withstanding...huh, bluish hair and red eyes, she was the opposite of the Star Child. The girl's skin was somewhat pale and she wasn't sure if it was naturally that way or not. Further inspection made the brunette realize that the exotic colored woman was producing a small shell of deceased temperatures...an ice maiden?

Ellie didn't know much about the ice maidens due to their radical isolationism, but her godmother did tell her about the tear gems that their kind could create simply by crying. These stones were highly valuable and many would pay a hefty sum indeed to acquire an ice maiden that could essentially provide them with limitless wealth. She also knew that the ice maidens produced asexually meaning that they didn't need men to impregnate them. Any ice maiden that allowed a male to get her pregnant was executed after the children were born. Female infants were kept to raise while the male infants were thrown off the floating island they called home. How did she know this? Her godmother...she and the Third Mage had been traversing one of the realms on Sol side that were parallel to the main universe...the Makai...and she witnessed a child wrapped in bandages and sutras being thrown from a cliff.

The Third Mage easily caught the child and startled the ice maidens on the cliff by landing in front of them. He noticed one woman being held back, bound and gagged...the mother of tye child that he had just saved. His power over the wind had them scurrying away from him, but all it did was free the bound mother that walked calmly over to him. She apologized for the trouble and asked him to find him a home where he could be cared for properly. She would do so herself but her son's power was opposite of her own and she couldn't even hold him. The Star Child appeared next to Van in a flash of light, saying that she could fix that problem and before the ice maiden could ask for clarification, both she and her child glowed with light, ice blue and fire red initially clashing but then merged into a gentle lilac. The redhead had balanced the boy's elements and that balance granted his mother and unknown at the time, his sister, immunity to his flames.

The ice maidens prepared to attack, believing the Star Child to be some kind of vengeful spirit that wanted to destroy them. She told Van to take the boy and his mother to The Realm, entrusting them to Selene's care, who claimed the snow region as her domain. The trio left and the Star Child proceeded to scold the living daylights out of these idiots because she had been the one to grant their ancestor the ability to wield ice and become one with winter itself, the tear gem thing was an ability that naturally evolved through the generations though. Having said her piece, she left in a flash of light...not realizing that the boy she had just saved was none other than the fire demon known as Hiei, wielder of the Jagan and master of the Darkness Flame...if she had, she would have taken his twin sister, Yukina with her.

Eleanor audibly gasped, the pieces falling into place. The ice maiden looked up, her soft carmine eyes shimmering with unused tears. She whispered Yukina's name and the girl's eyes widened, surprise flickering briefly across her face. The brunette's face became resolved and determined. She wasn't going to wait around to find out what they had planned for them. She needed to get Yukina to her long lost brother and safely to The Realm, at the very least to her godmother. Which brought up the hiccup, she had the tracking mark and the moment she goes beyond her godmother's sensing range, she would have called the Third Mage to find her. The fact that he hadn't retrieved her yet meant that they were beyond his sensory capability...conclusion: They were in one of the realms that existed within sol but not directly accessible, meaning that he wouldn't be able to find her.

Ellie was on her own this time and a simple human she may be, but she had something precious that needs protecting. Nothing and no one would get in her way. The brunette began her escape attempt, quickly freeing herself from the restraints and quietly made her way over to the frightened ice maiden. She freed her as well and pulled her to her feet, but was a bad idea because the girl let out a cry of pain, her ankle having been injured prior to being captured. Ellie waited with baited breath, closing her eyes to listen. There had been some interruption and judging by the squabbling, their captors had decided against checking things out so that they wouldn't be tempted.

Ellie wasted no time and deftly unlocked their cell, but noticed a rudimentary alert system as well as some kind of runic array etched into the ceiling. Clever...fool the prisoners into thinking they could escape by disabling the trap but have them ensnared by the array. Admittedly, the more advanced and complex arrays were a bit of a problem for her. Mystic had tried to teach her but her brain functioned better with engineering and invention. She could disable to the alert system easily but the runic array was extremely complex and way beyond her skills. For some unknown reason, the array unraveled itself...the only clue was a faint giggle that faded away. The brunette did not waste the opportunity and disconnected the alert system, cracking open the cell door, and smirked when the array did not appear or activate.

She signaled to the ice maiden to get on her back so that she wouldn't injure herself further and the girl complied, silently slipping onto the girl's back. Eleanor did push the cell closed so that it was less likely for their absence to be noticed before quite literally following her nose. The slight draft made it easy to navigate the maze of corridors, probably because she had spent way too much time with wolves the last few months. Unfortunately, their luck was running out because they kept having to hide every few yards to avoid being seen. At this rate they were going to get caught. No, she couldn't think like that. Yukina was depending on her to protect her, to get her to safety, away from this hellish place.

The woman was surprised when people started rushing about all over the place. She thought that their disappearance had finally been noticed, but after observing their behavior, what little speech she could actually understand, and quite a few resounding thuds in the distance...they were under attack. Perfect, just the distraction they needed because the assault had emptied the corridors which allowed Ellie and Yukina to slip out completely unnoticed. The brunette didn't bother to stop once they were outside, the risk of recapture was too high so she had to observe as she ran.

The sky held what appeared to be two suns...maybe three...and was red tinged with a touch of purple...miasma, that's what she couldn't identify before. Red sky, multiple suns, miasma in the air and beyond the Third Mage's sensory range...The Makai, more commonly known as Demon World which did not bodr well for her. Yukina was born and raised in this world so she has a natural immunity to it, but Eleanor was human, born and raised on Earth in the Human World and therefore lacked any resistance to the airborne miasma, yet she wasn't feeling any of the effects. A mystery to be solved at a later date. She was so grateful for all those running lessons from her godmother and what did she call it...parkouring...otherwise this would not be so easy nor would she have covered so much ground in so little time.

To her credit, the brunette woman contained her squawk of surprise when a man with bat like wings on his back and wielding a deathscythe landed in front of her. At least she managed to stop before she was within arms reach of him. She would admit that he was kind of handsome and definitely had some muscle on him, but she couldn't let her guard down for a single moment. This was a world of demons...to hesitate is to die, to trust is to be betrayed, nowhere was safe in the Makai and kindness was something that did not exist in this land and she damn well knew it too. Her instincts screamed and she jumped forward, crashing into the startled demon, just as several bamboo rods shot out in countless directions. If Eleanor had not forced the bat demon backwards, he and them would have been skewered.

The brunette didn't have time to think before another man dressed in white and had silver white hair ripped her from Yukina's hold and carried her in his arms, the bat right behind him while carrying the ice maiden. The trees blurring past was making her very dizzy and her head felt so heavy...crap, the miasma was finally taking effect and her body temperature was rising, making her pant for breath. There was some shouting but at this point, everything was incomprehensible and she lost the battle to stay conscious.

Anna: Well this one is shorter than normal. What gives?

Artz: Changing pov, so I figured I cut it off here. Especially since I found such a lovely and ambiguous image that just had to be used.

Anna: You don't know what's gonna happen, do you?

Artz: *beams* Nope!

Others: *facepalming*

Artz: I do know the who, where and why, but I need a refresher course for a certain character so that I can show him the proper respect he deserves. *faint male chuckle is heard from somewhere above then but it's too dark to see*

Poseidon: When do you ever show respect? You completely rewrote the character I was based on then created a new one and...

Anna/Artz/Hook: Whole different birthday.

Mystery Guy: *outright laughs*

Preacher: *glances up* Will wonders never cease...he's actually laughing...we're all gonna die.

Everyone: *nods in affirmation*

Artz: Nah, it would be far too tedious and quite frankly, we're not worth the effort. *earning a snort of amusement from the hidden figure* And that's a wrap! Seeya next time for Part III!

The Return of Silverfrost - Part I

Hey everybody and welcome back to the insanity that is the Realm. You're probably confused about the title of this article and the fact that I'm not doing the Third and Fourth Captain's profiles. There is a reason, several in fact. The first being that this article will take place before the history of Killian Jones and prior to the rise of Hook. Another reason has to do with the concept of spatial riptides and time winds. Then there is the fact that the name Silverfrost was being granted to another in honor of the original. Now considering how long winded I can be and inspiration striking at the weirdest times, this topic will be a series of articles. Before we get started on this rollercoaster of feels...Introduction Time!

Child of the Sea and Snow, Chef of the Jolly Roger, The Wave Rider. He is Silverfrost of the Waves and he is her shield.

The reason why his purpose is to be her shield is because I changed Poseidon from shield to being her God of the Sea. Also if anyone can tell me who this guy *points at the image above* actually is, I would be eternally grateful. I had found this image through my image downloader but it didn't have a name and the web address was no longer valid. This is the only picture I have of him but I am still loving that shade of silver I used in hair color changer...gorgeous. Plus this guy practically screamed Silver the moment I saw it.

Now then, Silver was actually inspired by Quicksilver of all people and his familial relationship with Magneto. Originally he just started out as being the cook for the Jolly Roger, protecting Hook from the people that kept trying to poison him through his food and drink, but then I saw a gif from Doctor Who. It was from the episode A Good Man Goes To War. Sadly I don't have the gif but I did find an image.

These two came from a previous episode and are father and son...my brain went berserk. His origin came out so fast that I was caught in my own tailspin. Okay, the first Silverfrost was Artz's friend, Erin Clarence Oswald...now what if Killian had gotten married prior to his brother's death? What if after becoming a pirate, his wife tracked him down across the seas and all to simply be with her husband? Say hello to Killian's wife. *points below*

Say hello to Clare Ravenwood Jones, maiden name being Clare Ravenwood Oswald. You're probably wondering why she is being used again in yet another story in the Star Chronicles...this was her original debut but due to the concept of what happens to one happens to them all, she does pop up irregularly throughout the timeline because The Star Chronicles overlaps with all of my previous stories and all of my future ones too...and encompasses all other fan fiction stories and even original stories, but that's an entirely different article altogether.

Now Clare has own her backstory that's ties in with the Star Child. Her mother, Eleanor, was one of the many children that Artz raised through her journey through time. Eleanor, more commonly referred to as Ellie or Nora, had lost her parents after the courier ship they were on was attacked by pirates. Ellie was one of the few people to survive because she had hidden herself amongst the dead and pretended to be dead herself...only to have her body thrown into the sea with the rest of the corpses and she was bogged down by the weight of the bodies sinking with her and her clothes and limbs getting wrapped up or tangled with the dead.

She thought for sure that she was going to die, but then the strangest thing occurred. Something below her pushed her and the corpses back up to the surface, most of the bodies rolling off of her in the proccess and making her cling to the closest thing she could grab onto...a sucker on a tentacle. The pirates were initially confused, not quite sure what had caused it but they immediately took note of the very alive yoing girl and firing at her with arrows and muskets, but the tentacle simply wrapped around her, protecting her. She watched in as several more tentacles rose up from beneath the water, surrounding both ships and latching onto them.

Pirates had started screaming the word Kraken. She knew what a kraken was but this couldn't be a kraken because they don't protect people, right? She let out a squeak of surprise when a figure suddenly appeared next to her, standing on the tentacle like they had done it a million times. They wore dark boots, odd looking blue pants, solid black shirt, and a smooth leathery jacket. She wasn't quite sure what to make of the oddly dressed man, especially when he started talking to one of the tentacles of the sea creature they were currently on.

Who was this strange man and what was he going to do to her? She squawked when the man suddenly picked her up, chuckling a bit as she tried to make the world stop spinning...why was it spinning because they were surrounded by water, almost like it was moving out of the way for them. When her eyes were no longer spinning, she realized that she was no longer in his arms and was now being embraced by the most mesmerizing woman she had ever seen. She immediately knew that she was now in the hands of a witch or some kind of demon. They bewitch the mind and ensare their prey, warping them until the break or die. She honestly believed she had been better off with the kraken.

Things just kept getting weirder from there. The woman never treated her harshly, though she was scolded a few times when she was being ill mannered or disappearing to parts unknown for an extended period of time. Ellie was just confused...this woman was a witch right? She had to be because no human could be so ethereal and hypnotic, but she felt so genuine and honest. Ellie had to be sure so she deliberately stayed out later, more like she ran away as far as she possibly could. She kept going, covering her tracks as best as possible, and then waited. She didn't have to wait long, a few hours at most, before the witch appeared and looking all around while calling her name in a frantic tone.

It was the way the witch was calling out to her that made her want to cry. She seemed so worried and desperate like she was searching for her own child. The girl continued to observe, watching the witch became more and more upset until she started crying. The man from before suddenly appeared from nowhere and the little girl had to cover her mouth to keep herself from squeaking in surprise. He was trying to get the red haired witch to return home, that he would continue the search, but the witch refused...quite adamantly, saying that she wasn't going to stop until she found her little girl. They descended into an argument which led straight to a single sentence that changed everything for the observing child.

'I'm her godmother, damn it, and you know damn well how much that means to me. I don't care how exhausted I am, I don't care that I haven't eaten or drank anything in days, I don't care if she looks at me like I'm some evil, viscious monster. You don't abandon family!'

Eleanor Lyra Oswald did not know what to think or how to feel. She thought that she had hidden her suspicion and fear pretty damn well, that there was no way for the witch to know her feelings, but the truth was that she did know and she came anyway. To learn that the mysterious crimson haired woman was, in fact, her godmother just broke her heart because this woman had been chosen to be her guardian by her parents and she had thought such terrible and cruel things about her. Why didn't they tell her? Her parents had never said a word about it and that's why she reacted the way she did. Even worse, her own godmother didn't know that she didn't know. Ellie hated herself, was pissed off at her parents, and she just wanted to go home.

The girl curled into herself as she started crying, silent at first but then came the dastardly sniffles that accompanied tears, prelude to a runny nose. She heard her twigs snap and bushes rustle, burying her head into her legs just as the bush concealing her was pushed away. She didn't resist the redhead when she picked her up and held her close, comforting her like a mother would and she broke. She full on bawled while clinging to her godmother. The child babbled away like a brook; saying she was sorry, that she didn't know that she was her godmother, and the rest of the emotions she had been burying since her parents deaths came out all at once...and she stayed with her through it all.

Ellie decided to remain with her godmother...the Star Child. She was shocked to say the least, having not expected yet another twist to her tale. Speaking of tales, her godmother told her stories of old and even stories that had yet to unfold. The little girl learned that her parents, grandparents, and several generations beyond them were loyal and devoted to her godmother. She had raised one of their ancestors centuries ago and it became a family tradition to always make the Star Child the godmother to at least one of their children...a duty and honor that the crimson haired woman took very seriously because she loved them, all of them., every single member of their family line.

She did question her godmother about her longevity and why people viewed her as a monster. That's when the redhead told a rather brief but clearly painful story...a dark legend, the legend of Atlantis. To say Ellie was shocked was the understatement of the century. She actually broke down crying and hugged her godmother, promising that when she got older and got married that she would name her daughter after the friend she lost. Sadly the little girl never got married, but she did end up having a child but only one.

Eleanor had gone to the market to find the missing items she needed for the birthday present she was making for her godmother. The now fully grown woman was in her late twenties yet still remained with her godmother. The Star Child was currently housing the alpha female of the Wolf Clan, a very pregnant one at that. Due to the amount of children...pups...that were about to be born, the current alpha male of the clan had requested her godmother's help because it wasn't normal for werewolves to have so many offspring at once and forcing the mother to remain in wolf form during the entire pregnancy just to make certain that the litter had enough room to fully grow.

The Star Child had to convert her entire living room into a nest like den, removing all the furniture and everything else so it wouldn't get broken. The alpha female was long overdue given that a typical werewolf pregnancy was seven to ten months, depending on how many pups were to be born and what species of werewolf. The alpha female would always apologize for being so intrusive and taking up so much time that could be used elsewhere. Her godmother always smacked the wolf on the nose with a rolled up paper and scold the pregnant wolf saying that bringing new life into the world was a far better use of her time than simply wandering about Sol like an idiot, getting into who knows how much trouble because of it.

It still didn't change the fact that her godmother's birthday was next month which didnt leave Ellie a lot of time to finish her gift. Plus it was very cold, practically deadset in the middle of winter. They had moved further north so that the alpha female wouldn't need to go very far in her condition and to lessen the stress for everyone. Those who lived in the valley were tolerant of their wolvian neighbors, but it was the travelers and merchants from the port town on the other side of the valley that were ever so skittish. Time and again, the Star Child had to act as mediator, diplomat, and peacekeeper just to prevent a civil war from breaking out.

So here she was, the goddaughter of the Star Child, roaming about the marketplace in barely above freezing temperatures to find what she needed to finish her project...and to get away from the alpha female figuratively tearing a new one into her lifemate. She wasn't even in labor yet, but the mood swings were insane; morose, guilt, joy, worry, anger, friendly, and everyone's favorite...lethal. How her godmother hadn't lost all sense of sanity was beyond her. She gasped in delight, having spotted a new merchant with a variety of wares not typically found in this area and she practically pounced on him. She really should have paid more attention to the details of the vendor that had initially jumped out at her instead of letting her curiosity getting the better of her.

The new merchant with all of those new and exotic goods for sale was a front man, basically the person holding the proverbial carrot and drawing people in and with the goods he was selling, it was clearly designed to attract women. Once she had moved out of sight from everyone else, focusing entirely on the wares and hoping to find what she needed, she was grabbed from beyond with an odd smelling cloth placed over her nose and mouth. She fought to stay conscious but whatever the cloth was doused in made it impossible to stay awake and her world went dark.

When the Star Child felt the sudden disconnection, meaning that someone had moved beyond her sensing range, she stood up and was about to head out the door when the alpha female started howling in pain and not the normal variety either. The ginger turned around and used her power to try and ease the wolf's pain, only to discover that one of the unborn pups was dead, another three were dying, and a fourth felt extremely familiar to her. She called out to the First Sin, Mystic and to bring a containment unit. The Sorceress of Creation appeared with the requested item and actually growled, recognizing the familiar creature herself...the demonic parasite known as Balthazar.

They had no idea how this thing kept escaping the Realm and now he was killing all the wolf's pups and even the alpha female herself. Fortunately, her mate had arrived after feeling the change and came to investigate. While in his human form, he held her head, stroking her fur, his eyes never leaving hers...the picture of perfect love and devotion. For hours, Artz and Mystic fought to save the pups, keep the mother alive and capture Balthazar, but they couldn't do all three simultaneously, hell capturing Balthazar after he's absorbed so much life force was proving to be a challenge for Mystic and she was the second strongest member of the entire Blood Guard!

The Alphas came to a decision. They combined their life force and channeled it into the last remaining pup out of thirteen and ironically the youngest and the most underdeveloped. They pushed all of their essence, knowledge, and power into their pup...their son...the Star Child and the Sorceress of Creation refused to let their sacrifice be in vain and since their power was no longer divided amongst multiple tasks, it was more than enough to capture the demonic parasite and once again seal him away. Mystic would have killed the thing long ago, but she swore it was fucking immortal, nothing worked...it just kept reforming.

Artz ordered Mystic to return to the Realm and to send the Yagamis to her. The First Sin departed and within moments, the Third Mage, his younger brother and their distant cousin appeared. The Star Child told both Ren and Ayano what to do...they still needed to extract the remaining pup before he was killed by the lack of air and nutrients once provided by his mother. They started the prep work and Van was able to pinpoint the exact location so that they didn't waste time. Artz then asked the Magi of the Air to find Eleanor because she was no longer in her sensing range and she was needed there to ensure the pup's survival.

The Wind Mage nodded and ran out the door before using the wind to rocket into the sky. For a guy known for his insanely good sensory ability, he actually couldn't sense her and that shouldn't have been possible. Little Ellie had suggested creating a mark similar to the brand's for tracking purposes...like little kids who run off because they didn't know what the heck was going on. She had been the first to bear this mark and tested it many times with Van and the other sensory types just to make certain that everyone could at least sense it, but that mark wasn't anywhere within his sensing range and his range covered the entire planet. 

The pathfinder had worked diligently, nearly running himself into the ground on multiple occasions, to not only refine his precision but also to expand his sensory range to encompass an entire planet. His reasoning was simple...he was her pathfinder. He wanted her to have someone that would always be able to find what she was looking for and to do so quickly. Oftentimes the speed in which something is located determines the severity of its condition. Plus he wanted to be able to find his girl no matter where she was on Sol side, but for some inexplicable reason, he couldn't sense Ellie at all.

He knew he spent a lot of time in the Realm, mainly to avoid destroying anything because he got pissed off at the idiots that was mankind, but Draconis was about seventeen percent larger than the Earth and his sensory ability could easily encompass that. He even got part of Aquarius on some days if he really pushed himself, so how was it possible for little Ellie to be completely off his radar? A thought hit him as he was about to head back to report. If he told Artz that he couldn't find her goddaughter, his girl would be forced to make a decision...the life of an innocent or the life of her goddaughter? The pup was still underdeveloped, meaning that it required a very specific set of skills to maintain his life until such time that all his internal organs, muscles, nerves, and bones were strong enough to support him without assistance.

As of now, Her Ladyship was the only one with all the skills required, meaning that no other personnel were required, but if he reported in that Eleanor had completely dropped off the map, a whole team of people would need to come to Sol, along with specialized equipment and set up a lab...all of which takes time. By the time Artz would be free to search for Ellie, the woman would probably be dead and by dead, he meant beyond his girl's ability to revive the recently deceased. Artz had discovered that her power to seemingly resurrect had one very important stipulation...the essence of life must still exist for a successful revival.

That was the catch for both her power and for herself. After a certain amount of time a person could not be revived because the lingering life force begins to fade and once its gone, there was nothing that could be done. They've tried to find some kind of loophole or alternative means, but all they had was bits and pieces from all across the world. It wasn't much to go on which was why he needed to find little Ellie within two days of the ending time frame, so he could have enough time to make it back to his girl so her power could anchor itself with the dwindling life force and bring her back. Better yet, find her before she stops breathing and just requires rest and/or healing.

Therein lies the problem, how the fuck was he suppose to find someone that wasn't even on the damn planet?! This was not something he could do alone, but he didn't know who could help him. None of the current Guard had any sensory abilities stronger or more fine tuned than his and no one could augment his powers either? What was he supposed to do? He yelped when he was pulled backwards and through some kind of portal...shit, now he was out of his girl's sensory range...fuck his life. A soft giggle reached his ears and he rose to his feet. Where the fuck was he?

This place just did not make sense. Stuff was upside down or sideways or just floating in the middle of nowhere. He couldn't tell if it was a city being broken apart or what's left of some ancient ruins. It didn't help that his instincts were screaming danger along with a very strong sense of deja vu, almost like he had been there before. He heard the giggle again right before an explosion occurred above him.

Van barely managed to dodge the majority of the debris but he didn't come out unscathed either; his clothes were ripped in a few places with blood soaking the surrounding fabric and he was bleeding near his right temple, flowing down his face and dripping onto the stone below.

'Oh my, you seem to have gotten hurt. I expected more from her Third Mage. If you can't handle a simple little thing like this than how are you to retrieve little Eleanor from such a terribly wicked place?'

The pathfinder's eyes snapped in the direction that the voice had originated from and he saw a girl. She couldn't be any older than her mid teens, sixteen max. She had soft pink hair, blue eyes and was dressed in clothes that Artz had called the gothic style. Still...it somehow suited her...didn't make her any less of a demented little pixie though.

Well he wanted help and the gothic menace seemed to know what was going on. He allowed his power to seal over his winds so he wouldn't bleed to death and gave the pink haired girl his full attention and inquired as to where he was, who she was, and more importantly, if she was willing to assist him in saving Eleanor. The gothic teen gave him a smug smile, her eyes holding such mischief but an ancient knowledge too.

'You are beyond the void, in a dimension where time has no meaning...you are in my world. As for who I am...*giggles*...I am known as many things, so many titles; however will I choose? *frowns slightly when he didn't react to her antics* Hmm...very well. I'll just list off some of my favorites; The Envoy of Chaos, The Mistress of the Void, The Empress of the Reverse Realm, The Goddess of Death and Rebirth, The Ruler of Valhalla, The Mirror of Dreams. If that is not to your liking then you may call me by the name she bestowed upon me...Lumina.

As for helping you find poor little Ellie, there's not much I can do. Even if I were to open a portal to her current location, you would be killed mere moments after your arrival. Little Ellie is in a place that holds great danger; creatures of might and magic, great demons of pleasure and pride, monsters that ensnare the mind, cloud the senses and all while eating your flesh and devouring your soul. Little Ellie was taken there for her purity, both of body and soul. Many have come before her and all have fallen. I'm curious to know just how long she'll last because no one is strong enough to reclaim her, even my little Starshine would have great difficulty reaching the girl in time.

Oh...you still insist on going, but what of your girl, the woman you have yet to tell what's truly in your heart? *giggles at his surprised expression* Within my realm, I have complete dominion which allows me to know what is inside you as easily as if you had spoken it yourself. You love the Star Child with your entire being, that's why you have trained so hard and so much, but to venture forth into this darkened land requires power...power that you do not possess, but I have a way to fix that and don't worry about the passage of time. You can spend an eternity here and then go back to the other side the very moment you left, not a single second having passed. Oh one more thing...nevermind you won't remember anyways. Have fun and try not to die.'

Artz: *holds up a clapboard* And Cut! *claps it together*

Van: Seriously? You're just gonna leave me hanging like that?

Artz: Essentially yes. I'm breaking it up a bit so I don't have these uber long...

Lumina: She doesn't know where little Ellie went nor does she know how you react after leaving my realm. Isn't that right, Miss Starshine?

Artz: Yep.

Van: What?!

Artz: Were you expecting me to deny it? Never mind don't answer that, but after I get a few more images for this article, I'll post it and then research some fucked up and demented lands...

Lumina: Or a warped version of modern day Sol?

Van: Stop giving her ideas, ya demented pixie! *more monsters appear* Shit. *runs off to fight again*

Artz: What could possibly match your description but not wreck the entire plot?

Lumina: *giggles* How about a land within a land with creatures that devour their masters when they die, random portals happen often and people are plucked from a tree like an apple?

Artz: I don't know. It doesn't seem warped enough to warrant Van getting the ultimate boot camp Void style.

Lumina: Hmm...the mirror verse is out too then and the Reverse Realm as well. The only thing left is a rather demented Wonderland...

Artz: The Makai.

Lumina: *laughs* Of course! Little Ellie's daughter passed on her dormant ice power to her son which is awakened later with his heritage as a Child of the Sea. *all excited* Oh I just can't wait until your next article! It's gonna be so much fun!

Artz: For you, but I still have one more hiccup to work out.

Lumina: The Void Beyond exists outside of linear time and therefore all that traverse it cannot retain the information. The price for saving Eleanor is poor little Van forgetting how he became so strong, unable to share this incredible secret with anyone else.

Artz: *sighs* I think you like tormenting characters as much as I do.

The Captains - The Lightning Fang, Light

Hello everyone and welcome back to the Realm. As promised, I am finally doing the profiles for the Second, Third, and Fourth Captains. I'll probably follow up with Durga and Yuna after this, but be advised, when I start Poseidon's and Hook's profiles...it will be very long and probably split up into multiple segments because they have a very long history and a lot of important events either happen to them or around them. As for Light, he's a bit more complex than you might think, but before I launch into full character analysis mode... Introduction Time!

Second Captain of the Blood Guard, Commander of the Assault Corps, The Lightning Fang. He is Light of the Prism Guard and he is her light in the darkness.

Sorry about the eyes. It's hard getting the right shade with the right effect with the right vibrancy. I'm working on finding another program, may have to buy it. Now then, first thing first. In regards to his purpose, her light in the darkness, he actually misinterprets the true meaning which is her hope in the midst of despair. At the start of Stardust, he's actually one of the youngest and newest members of the Guard which begs the question of how he became the Second Captain and the commander of the Assault Corps, not to mention that he was partnered with Poseidon/Hook instead of receiving an opposites mentor which would have been earth not water.

To truly understand just who Light is and how significant he is, you need to go and reread or read the profile for the Second Mage, Mars. *waits a while before beginning to type again* In Mars's profile, the Fourth Captain shares a time when Poseidon's brother, Liam, was still alive and tells her about his death. During this trip down memory lane, we get a brief period where we are seeing things through Liam's perspective instead of Mars or Poseidon because this allowed us to have a meeting of two individuals, both Children of the Sky, more commonly referred to as lightning elementals. These two are Liam and Light and the elder Jones senses something very familiar about the man that had journeyed back through time to help him.

Now this is very important because both of them are lightning elementals and both have strong emotional ties to the younger Jones. Look, I'm known for plot twists and out of nowhere curveballs that make people go what the fuck all the time. So if you haven't worked it out by now then you're probably not going to until I write the actual book. Here's a quote from Gin's profile, one final hint before I drop a bombshell.

'Lightning, it flashes bright then fades away. It can't protect, it only destroys. The sea makes for a much better shield than I could ever be. Find her...find our star...she shines only for you now.'

The Second Captain and the elder Jones are one and the same. Specifically, Light is the reincarnation of Poseidon's elder brother that had died from Dreamshade poisoning so that his baby brother wouldn't have to watch him die a very slow and lingering death, possibly killing him if his powers erupted before he passed on. For the most part, Light is completely oblivious to this fact as is Poseidon. Hook on the other hand has managed to work it out and has no clue about how tell the brat. Not exactly something you can say over a morning coffee ya know.

Moving right along, when Liam Jones was reincarnated, he became Jack Zimmerman and the future great uncle to William and Anna Zimmerman, the two dominant characters of Stardust thus far. Now unlike his previous life, Jack's powers as an elemental were dormant so he was completely unaware that he had them at all. Life goes on like normal and then the second World War began. Jack enlisted in the Army, worked his way through the ranks until he was given command of his company of men and bearing the title of Captain. 

He was given orders that sent him and his men behind enemy lines. This is where things get interesting for Captain Jack Zimmerman. How you may ask? *points below*

That's right, everyone. He bumps into Doctor Helen Magnus and member of The Five. In the Sanctuary verse, this actually happened and in the Blood Guard verse, things start to deviate a bit and then change drastically at the end, but before I dive into the alterations, allow me to give you a hopefully brief summary of the events occurring in this particular episode of the Sanctuary series.

The events of D-Day are beginning to unfold and Magnus, along with Watson and Griffin, have made their way to Normandy, France. Why because information about a weather machine that had been built by Watson had fallen into enemy hands and the Nazis were going to use it on the invading Americans. As per the usual, things don't go according to plan and Watson is captured, Magnus is hiding in the woods and Griffin is invisible in a barn. Enemy soldiers begin to search the barn but are gunned down by American soldiers. These soldiers were members of the Foxtrot Company, 101st Airborne division and their commanding officer is one Captain Jack Zimmerman.

Now poor Griffin does his best to persuade the obstinate captain to help him and his friends in his mission, but he refuses because he and his company had orders to clear out Utah Beach which was in the opposite direction. Now this is where things begin to deviate. No matter what Nigel Griffin said, Jack Zimmerman would not go against his orders and put his men at risk for a seemingly suicidal mission that pushed them deeper into enemy territory. A few minutes later, a redhead comes barreling into the barn and falls into the Captain's arms. When their eyes met, something inside him screamed to protect her, almost like he had met and befriended her before. He hadn't believed in love at first sight until now because the only way he could describe the intense and powerful emotion exploding from his heart for the woman before him...love.

Griffin informed the Star Child that they were on their own because the captain refused to help, making the Captain realize that she was part of this insane mission...but did he dare go against his orders for a woman he had just met? Fortunately, Artz had already had plenty of time to become proficient in her ability to slow down time to almost a stand still. It was a gamble because it would drain her but she dragged the Captain to a more secluded area, activating her power, and pretty much seduced the guy...it didn't take much because he was practically obsessed with her. 

That and he couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. Everything about her called to him and he simply couldn't restrain himself. He had not been gentle in the slightest, but the longer he was with her, the more certain he became. He knew that she was different, gifted with an extraordinary talent, but there was no way he could let her walk straight into enemy territory without him by her side. After about seventy six hours inside her temporal bubble and all the accompanying cardiovascular workouts during that time, she allowed them to synchronize back with normal time.

Barely a minute has passed in real time and Griffin was giving her a rather disapproving look when he noticed how pale she was, but didn't have a chance to say anything because Captain Zimmerman volunteered to assist them in their mission. This radical shift raised a few eyebrows with his men but they were smart enough to keep their mouths shut and follow the orders of their captain. During this time, Druitt attempts to help Watson escape but is soon informed that the base was surrounded in Loadstone to keep him from teleporting. Magnus had attempted her own rescue attempt and was caught.

Three of the Five were informed that Druitt did indeed kill Hitler and that the High Command had taken control of the Reich by using doubles for their slain leader. Artz and company made their way to the secret base while their friends were being tortured by Colonel Kobra, the leader of the SS Abnormal Hunting Division and that he intended to use the weather machine in combination with a fire elemental. The Colonel left after being informed that the invasionary planes were coming and left to put his plan into effect. The Americans arrived shortly after and succeeded in rescuing Magnus and Watson, but Druitt had been shot and taken away earlier.

Magnus was rather shocked to see Captain Zimmerman, having met the man's future self many times during the past. One look at his eyes and she realized that this was the very beginning for him, but she couldn't help the slight smile that appeared on her face as she watched his interactions with the kind hearted ginger. Once again, Artz had worked her magic, a running joke at this point, because she honestly believed that people were becoming more susceptible to the redhead's power and aura. She really wouldn't be surprised at all, but she was brought back to reality as they neared the heavily guarded outpost where the weather machine and fire elemental were located.

Artz took point and the three members of the Five all groaned and face palmed at the same time.

In typical Artz fashion, the redhead pulled off an eleventh Doctor and literally became the center of attention. Jack almost flipped his shit because the girl he was already in love with had literally placed herself in the direct line of fire. He tried to go out there to retrieve the crazy ginger, but Magnus and Watson held him back saying that he did not want to be anywhere near her at the moment. When he asked why, they said wait for it. Blue electricity sparked into existence around the cackling redhead.

'Need a light.'

They groaned again and Jack figured that this sort of thing happened on a regular basis, especially since they weren't worried about it and acted like they had been subjected to such events many times over. So his baby doll had more special talents that he didn't know about , eh? His attention was drawn back to the still cackling ginger as she started throwing her hands out randomly, electricity flying in that general direction. Seeing as how long range combat was no good, the enemy soldiers rushed her. 

She gave them a devilish smirk, the blue electricity rippling along her curvy form. She was absolutely gorgeous to him right now. He really needed his head examined because he was getting way too turned on by her electrifying display. He watched as she danced and twirled around the soldiers like they were standing still and then she snapped her fingers and they all went flying via bolts of lightning. What the hell has he gotten himself into and why couldn't he make his rather painful erection to go away? Did he actually care anymore...yes because he desperately wanted to pin her to the nearest tree and relieve himself of his rather painful problem...audience be damned.

Having cleared the way, the three members of the Five made their way inside along with Artz and she told them to open the chamber containing the fire elemental. She was crazy but they had long since given up questioning her by now so they did as they were told. The Star Child jumped into the flames and a few moments later, the flames went out to reveal the ginger holding, two small children with silver white hair, Kagari and her twin, Homura. Both children were members of the Order of the Birds and had been kidnapped while Tsukimi and her husband, Silver, had been preparing to return to the Realm shortly after they had received the news that the second world war was about to begin. She handed the children off to Nigel and rushed outside to discover that Captain Jack Zimmerman had died from multiple gun shot wounds.

The sergeant tried to offer condolences but was confused when she handed him the Captain's dog tags, a blue spark transferring into them, before bringing his body into her arms, repeating the same words she used when she saved a life with her temporal power. Her light was sputtering in and out, her earlier actions catching up to her. She decided to combine her power with the ability to control electricity, making it nearly impossible for her to ever wield lightning again, but it had the desired result and it restored life to the man in her arms, but with that life came an alteration. The man's eyes, once a hazel green, were now an electric blue that seemed to shine with a sparking electrical current and he was looking at her like she was his world which to be fair, she kinda was by this point. Then they and the fire bird twins vanished in a flash of light, leaving the company of many in a state of confusion. Magnus suggested that their Captain's revival should remain a secret and the company swore to take it to their graves.

Captain Jack Zimmerman was reported as KIA, but his body mysteriously vanished while in transport back to the United States. The wooden crate that once contained his simple wooden coffin was open and on the interior of the coffin was an odd circular symbol seemingly scorched into the wood.

It would be many decades before anyone would be able to translate the seemingly alien language and who was this person, one William Liam Zimmerman, the great nephew of the very man that was pretty much his genetic duplicate. The question I pose to you is this...Do you know what it says?

Artz: And...*holds a clapboard* CUT!!! That's a wrap, people!

Yuna: Are you seriously going to end it there because there is a whole hell of a lot more that needs to be posted in this article...like all the stuff in our texting thread for example.

Poseidon: That's kinda the point, love.

Hook: She has to go and find it first.

Artz: *blushes in embarrassment and looks away sheepishly*

Light: I'm fine with that. Besides, she practically has your shit pretty much memorized. Why because she spent seven months trying to figure out what to do with Poseidon and how Hook tied into it all. She nearly ripped her hair out so many times.

Poseidon/Hook/Artz/Yuna: *deadpans* Worth it.

Light: *shakes his head at them and walks away* Unbelievable, strike that, definitely believable.