Caliaphy ran out of the kitchen ahead of the elementalist and sat back down next to Serna, "I can't wait to go swimming later."

"Me too!" Serna smiled, "It's going to be fun!"

~ I feel like flying again. ~ Alyson mused quietly walking back into the room full of friends talking and laughing.

~ Oh? ~ The Bronze Man chuckled at the kurori running back over to the shield maiden acting all goofy.

~ Flying on my own with you high in the sky. Are you up for the challenge?~ The elementalist casually walked around him to her chair. *Wux aujir daratrix ixen vorastrix.*

Lazheros was about to respond but found himself at a loss of words, which was rare. He also found himself being suddenly watched by both Madeous and Armendes.

At that point, Alyson burst out laughing. "Ahahahahaha!"

"Well now," The platinum knight gave the cleric a big smile, "This should be interesting."

"Indeed." Armendes agreed with Madeous, "Lazheros can't talk his way out this now. A challenge is a challenge. He must accept it."

"Lazheros, out of curiosity, how far is Deeping Dale from Asylum by airship?" Irzen asked The Bronze Man.

Madeous settled down and answered the swordsman question for him, "Think of the Realm modeled after the map of Earth. Storm Haven and Deeping Dale would be on the east coast of the United States. Asylum would be where Stone Henge is in England."

"I see," Were the only words that escaped from Irzen's mouth.

"Were you expecting Asylum to be much closer?" Quake chimed in.

"No!" Irzen replied honestly, "It would have been nice if Asylum was no more than a fortnight away from Deeping Dale. However, it is what it is."

"That place where you all escaped from is literally on the other side of the Realm in the heart of Venger's territory." The Bronze Man told Irzen. "It would take you at least a week to fly across the vastness of the Fire Sea. Mind you, the central area of the Fire Sea is mainly uncharted water. Even I haven't ventured that far out. Talk to Captain Lion at the airship yard. He has the most experience traversing that part of the Realm."

"There is another way to go back to Deeping Dale. It requires the skills of a druid and a single tree. However, there are none in your party to do that." The Bronze Man said to the swordsman.

"I know of a way as well," War Scribe grinned from ear to ear, "And it involves traveling through The Great Library to get there, that is, if you are willing to wrap your arms around me and squeeze me tighter than your true love so I can teleport us all to The Great Library itself. Any takers?"

"I might actually consider going with War Scribe," Quake said flatly. "I DO NOT like leaving the ground. Granted, it felt good to give horn head a taste of his own medicine."

"WHAT?!" War Scribe looked at Quake in pure disbelief, "YOU want to travel with ME?! WOW! You really hate leaving the ground that much to want to teleport with me?"

"I'm just as surprised as you," Quake sighed, "But I might consider traveling with the Lady's uncle to see his kingdom beyond the Great Veil. The story is that dragons, dragonborn, and humans coexist with each other there."

"No kidding!" War Scribe shook her head in disbelief, "Will wonders never cease?"

Madeous looked over at the elemental, "That would be correct. You would fit in nicely, Quake. You may even find other elemental dragons there to learn from if you wish. In fact, you would all be welcome to join me when I take my leave at high noon. And it is a lot closer to Deeping Dale and Storm Haven than Asylum is. It exists within a rift beyond the Valley of the Winds. The city itself sits on a massive plateau several hundred feet high. The only way to actually get there is by flying, or taking the long and dangerous trail by foot to the top."

"Sounds intriguing," The Swordsman interest was piqued.

The elementalist rubbed her wrists and the gauntlets activated in front of everyone. Irzen, and Willow recognized them as part of the armored set of the Crimson Dragon that Alyson wore briefly. "I am not being drawn back to Deeping Dale. I am being drawn elsewhere. I invoked the Nine Fold Law while surviving everything that 'K' was throwing at us. Had I known that Tommy planned on taking him down, I would of have done it. This is something that I must see through to the end, and it involves you, Willow."

"The Nine Fold Law?" Willow asked Alyson, "What is that? And how does your future plans involve me? I thought you wished to be rid of me after we ended our relationship."

Alyson closed her eyes for a moment, then looked over to the ranger, "The Nine Fold Law is how I was able to wear the armor of the Crimson Dragon, and when all was said and done the pieces scattered all over the Realm. The first piece of the set unfortunately ended up just outside of that place you rescued us from. Mind you, each piece I collect will give me more control over the armor. That is something even Venger cannot take from me since it is bound and attuned to me alone. Two, the place I am being drawn to is your homeland, Willow. Someone there has or found the next piece of the armor. And the next piece is the Helm of the Red Dragon and we all know conflict will soon follow. Three, I do not wish to be rid of you. We are still friends. So, are you ready to confront your demons, or will you just run away again?"

"I have no demons to confront," Willow responded honestly, "Nothing terrible or tragic haunts me aside from the prospect of a loveless marriage. If you wish me to return to Northaven with you to act as a guide so you can retrieve the piece of armor that you seek, then I shall do it. My people would not look favorably upon a stranger entering their midst and searching for something in their possession without a proper letter of introduction or someone to introduce them on their behalf. My coming with you not only makes sense but also would improve your chances of survival."

"There is another way, that you could avoid going back, Willow." Alyson told the ranger and then looked at War Scribe, "Validor would have to wipe that little piece of history from the books. The exact point when I invoked the Nine Fold Law. If that were to happen I wouldn't be wearing these gauntlets now. Is that what you truly want, not to go home?"

"NOT NO! BUT HELL NO!" War Scribe snapped without a moment's hesitation, "NO WAY! Forget it, Alyson, there is NO WAY in The Nine Hells Validor is going to erase a historical event for you, for me, or for anyone else! Once history has been written it has been written and THAT IS IT!"

The elementalist kept calm. Too calm for Madeous's liking. He'd seen her like this before. Only once, and what followed afterwards was less than pleasant. He noticed that gauntlets reacted to the emotion of his niece in an eerie way and he spoke to the chronicler, "You need to stay calm, chronicler in her presence at this very moment."

War Scribe got up from where she was seated and confronted The Elementalist face-to-face, "In fact, I can count on one hand the number of times Validor has literally erased someone from history and I would still have fingers left over! He has NEVER erased a historical event just because someone requested it and he NEVER will! So you can forget that idea right now, young lady!"

"Easy, War Scribe, easy," Willow cautioned the Drowling in an attempt to settle her down, "It was just a thought, nothing more. You were saying, Alyson?"

"If Validor complies with my request, we can part ways and you and Irzen can return to Deeping Dale. I am not going back there. I am moving forward. And when I am done with my adventures, I will return to Asylum and stay with Lazheros."

"To answer your question, I will tell you what I truly want or more to the point what I do NOT truly want," Willow concluded, "I do not want to be in a loveless marriage. That is the reason why I left Northaven and that is the reason why I remain away to this day. If you need to travel to my homeland, then I will join you. After all, you will need a guide and no one here has been to Northaven other than I."

The platinum knight stood up, "Alyson, perhaps you should exit the lighthouse, for all our sakes, please."

The elementalist didn't argue with her uncle. She did stop within inches of War Scribe, "The request I made is over your pay grade, Scribe. You are merely one of the many of whom, he sends out to record history as it happens. You do not get the deciding vote when it comes to someone asking a question on that level. Nor have you ascended to the level of the planes that I have when it comes to knowledge that is, or considered lost to history. Three, if that is 'your' answer, then mine is simply, 'SO BE IT!'"

"GOOD!" War Scribe replied without hesitation.

Alyson walked out of the dining hall over to a teleportation circle, and vanished. She appeared on the very top of the lighthouse roof where the wind from the bay was its fiercest.

Madeous grumbled at the chronicler, "You have no idea what you started, drowling. None what so ever."

"She has no idea what she asks," War Scribe replied evenly, "She asks something of a god that not even the gods themselves would ask."

The Bronze Man also, stood up and gave the chronicler a stern look. "I would reconsider what you just told the elementalist, chronicler, for your sake. I won't lay a hand on you but Alyson will if you don't apologize to her now. You will find her at the zenith of the lighthouse. Your fetish with Death will not save you, if you choose to provoke her."

War Scribe gave The Bronze Man a stern look of her own, "I will happily apologize to her not for what I said but for how I said it. Thank you for providing me with her location. And I seek not to provoke her but merely to inform her of what I know to be true."

The Drowling immediately changed her form to that of an eog golem, one of the heaviest golems in The Realm, and disappeared from view only to reappear next to Alyson atop the lighthouse roof. Above the gale force winds, the Drowling cried out, "I'M SORRY, ALYSON, I'M SORRY! BUT YOU CANNOT UNWRITE THAT WHICH HAS BEEN WRITTEN! VALIDOR WILL NEVER ALLOW IT! I AM SORRY BUT IT IS TRUE!"