"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!"

When War Scribe appeared in her alternate form, the elementalist wasn't standing in the wind but hovering within the vortex that fiercely swirled around the zenith of the lighthouse itself. The wind tunnel was actually the eye of a twister where the wind was the calmest. "All I did was make a suggestion, War Scribe. You were the one who over-reacted."

"THAT MAY BE SO, BUT YOU KNOW NOT THE CONSEQUENCES OF WHAT YOU ASK!" War Scribe shrieked over the sound of the wind.

The Eog golem began to rise up off of the roof from the wind sheer that Alyson was able to control with ease. She looked at the construct that was the chronicler and shook her head, "You forget where you are, Scribe."

"AND YOU FORGET WHO MY GOD IS!" War Scribe retorted seemingly unfazed by the fact that she was rising through the air.

With a slight motion of her hand, the Eog Golem now hovered above the dark waters of the bay. Then with the other hand moved the solid golem back onto the roof once again. "You need to choose your words more carefully, War Scribe. Asylum is a place where people want to be left to themselves and in peace. We will defend our city if a threat arises on our own terms, not by what the Realm decrees. Stick to what you know, and perhaps The Great Library will acquire new knowledge to its ever growing collection for all time."

"BE THAT AS IT MAY!" The Drowling added, "I AM STICKING TO WHAT I KNOW! AND I KNOW THAT YOU CANNOT RE-WRITE HISTORY. I AM A CHRONICLER OF VALIDOR. I KNOW HIS WILL UPON THESE THINGS. THE SOUND OF HIS VOICE IS EVER PRESENT IN MY EARS. AND I KNOW THAT WHAT YOU ASK SHOULD NOT BE DONE!"

The twister began to dissipate but the wind was still strong enough to knock anyone off the roof if they weren't tethered down. Once more the elementalist looked at War Scribe and nodded, "See you inside."

Now that the wind has died down, the Drowling nodded as well, "Consider well my words, Alyson, consider them well."

Alyson reappeared back down within the lighthouse interior and stood in the doorway of the dining hall. She looked directly across to the Bronze Man for confirmation from her challenge.

The Bronze Man walked around the large table and up to her, "I accept your challenge, Alyson. Either way I will win."

"We shall see, Lazheros," Alyson smiled at him, "Starting point?"

"The cliffs above the lagoon in one hour." He said quietly. ~ Are you?~

She sighed and back up to the rooftop again. ~ I need to clear my head.~

War Scribe reappeared and returned to her meal, "Stubborn, head-strong and obstinate times ten is your niece, Madeous, she knows not the consequences of what she might ask of Validor."

The platinum knight got up from his chair at the head of the table as he heard part of the conversation between Alyson and Lazheros. "Then you accepted her challenge?"

The Bronze Man nodded confidently. "I have. She did tell me once during a summer visit that she wanted to fly with me but I didn't realize that she actually was going to follow through with it. I am curious to see what kind of a gold dragon she polymorphs into. I suspect, it may be one of elder breed of gold dragons."

"Hmm, I wonder. Has anyone here seen what Alyson's dragon form looks like?" Madeous asked Irzen and company.

All of them shook their head 'no' until Irzen spoke, "To be honest with you, Madeous, until fairly recently, I didn't even think Alyson had a dragon form."

"And I thought her creations like Dragolem, Mermidon and Quake were her draconic aspects," Willow added, "I never knew she could change into an actual dragon."

"I want to see it!" Neven chimed in eagerly.

"Me too!" Serna added, "I think it would be pretty cool to see. What do you think, Caliaphy?"