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I sat in silence, for what felt like years. I could hear my organs moving around, that is how quiet it was. Air started to brush against my face as if I was going up. And it proved to be true, I could see a small light. My eyes hurt, they felt like they were throbbing. I guess that was the effect of the venom spreading in my head. I went fast by the second, was I awakening? My head started to scream in pain. I held my head as it throbbed, tears coming to my eyes. When I came back into consciousness, I jolted up and let out a yelp, "Ah!". My eyes constricted to the immediate change in lighting. My neck was still soar and the pain form jolting up so fast had caught up with me, I lye back down, "Ungh... Wha- How did we get here?" I ask, calmly and muffled. I looked to Lyra who was in the room, and the She-Fox who was as well. I glanced at Randle, who was at the entrance. I looked up at the ceiling, sighing and grunting. "I passed out didn't I? Were you guys able to get to Xeilius?" I asked, looking over as I grabbed a mirror to look at the wound. It was still quite bad, but not as bad as I thought it to be. It had gone down and drained half way, my veins were still visible but only by a bit. My eyes still were red in the whites and had red tint on my lid and under-lid. I felt the wound and flinched, it sill hurt like hell. I sit the mirror down and get up slowly, holding my head as it produced a headache.

Shortly after Fjoldr extracted the remaining poison from her spine, a pained yelp came from Vil's mouth as she sat up and was overwhelmed by the sudden transition from unconsciousness to reality. Randle's acute hearing caught her throbbing, panicked heartbeat, and again, he swallowed in anxiously. He was no healer, but if the changeling hadn't received this medical attention in time, he was damned sure she'd been done for. The sleuth walked up to the people surrounding the weakened gal, staying silent until she asked that one question he was ashamed to hear.
"Were you guys able to get to Xeilius?" Was she still dreaming? Didn't she realize how badly their plan had backfired? Randle blinked and exhaled, sitting down on a few wooden crates next to the cot Vil was lying on. He clasped hands together, but put them in his pockets shortly after, still with an embarrassed and remorseful expression on his face.
"Vil, it doesn't matter anymore.." he started, remembering the ruined city and the piles of innocent corpses vividly. "Even if we had reached Xeilius without getting our backsides captured or killed, we'd been too late anyway." As he recalled, the Wraith had been in cahoots with the Sage Dires, so he figured the damned cold-skin snitched on their plans. Chances were the Dires had been lurking around the corner ever since they left Haelga's palace, waiting for them to leave so they could attack the Kingdom behind their backs.

I looked over to Randle as he spoke, I put my hand to my head. "Son of a b*tch..." I mumble under my breath. We had been too late, that wraith already knew of the plans. He leaked it out to the enemy and for all I know, Haelga could be dead. 'I shouldn't have gotten so pissed... I should have killed that son of a b*tch on the spot!' I thought to myself. I let out a sigh of anger and sadness, the spider filled my mind. If I had gotten out the venom then- no! If I hadn't have found that damned fox... If I hadn't of found her, she would be dead. As much as I wanted to leave and wile out that entire den of scum, I was too weak and the venom hasn't completely been evacuated from my body. It would be suicide. I lean my back against the wall, my facial expression had a resting b*tch face. I looked past all of them, not wanting to make eye contact in fear of intimidation. I sat in silence and only thought of the worst.

Lyra shifted her weight from one foot to the other. "So, the Dires are still out there," she said. Her gaze shifted to the red-furred fox. "Why did you attack Vil back there?" she asked tiredly. She looked out the window. The rain was still pouring, and flashes of thunder pierced through the night sky. "What do we do now?" She slumped against the wall.

This was one of those few situations in which even Randle felt like all hope was lost. Yet another plan was in the making, so to improve his concentration, the Husk pointed his silver gaze at the dull wall, focusing on all the fuzz in his mind. Every thought and idea could make a difference.
Almost slumbering away in his pondering, a sloppy plan came to mind. It was the least he could do, despite not really liking it. "At least two of us have to go and see if Haelga's still alive," he said after being quiet for a while. The sleuth got up and looked at his companions, a little spark of hope burning brightly in his heart. "And then.. well, I guess we have to take the fight to the Dires ourselves." It was for the best that Vil stayed with Fjoldr, as her condition was far from stable and even if it was, she was still vulnerable. He glanced at the vixen for a moment, who just seemed to pop up every now and then without saying a word. Was she trustworthy enough to be left alone with a mute faun and an injured gal?

"I lost control of myself, or maybe something or someone was controlling me to kill you guys"

"I can go with Randle to see Queen Haelga," Lyra said. She turned to the fox. "Whatever happened back there, can we trust that it won't happen again?" She thought for a moment. "Whatever or whoever it was, it was probably related to this whole thing," she murmured. She started pacing up and down the room. How would it be possible for them to fight the Dires all by themselves? Even with all the soldiers in the Kingdom of Wood, they were bound to be defeated somehow. How long would Vil take to heal?

Foxy grabbed her head tightly, she looked a bit light-headed, and then she fainted beside Vil

I glare at the She-Fox, "If that does happen again, know that even in my weak state I can pack a punch." I lye down and put my hands behind my head. Trying to change into anything would be no use, it would hurt like hell too. I stare at the ceiling and patiently waited for the venom to cease of existance. I cocked my head, ignoring the pain that came with it, only to find the She-Fox on the ground. "Well, don't have to worry of getting attacked now." I turn back and let out a sigh. I close my eyes and sleep, my body fully relaxed and healing itself.

"I can go with Randle to see Queen Haelga," Lyra suggested, and Randle was both surprised and pleased by the brave tone in her voice. That tone and attitude was exactly what they needed, especially during these dark hours. Her amber gaze then turned to the vixen - whose name was still unknown to him, but wasn't really important anyway since they barely spoke during their random encounters -, asking her to ensure something not happening again. Was she talking about treason? The fox didn't look like a criminal, but as he had discovered earlier in his career, most of them weren't to be trusted.
It became clearer later on, when Vil, who got comfortable on the slightly bloodstained cot, mentioned an attack but confidently stated she were still able to defend herself. Good. And even if that wouldn't be the case, they had to keep in mind that Fjoldr was an army doctor and could break bones while naming them. Ah, they would be fine.
"Let's not waste any time then. I'm sure Haelga's delighted to see us," he spoke with a sarcastic chuckle in the end of his sentence. If she would keep her foot down, the sleuth would be delighted as well to leave her hanging.

"Mhm," Lyra muttered as she strode out the door into the cold night air. She shuddered, glad to be away from all the needles and surgical tools. "How will we get in the castle? The fight's still happening," she said to Randle. The rain had slowed, and now the only sounds were the fighting in the distance and their footsteps on the stone paths. She rummaged in her pack, which had survived the rain, found a wrapped piece of cheese, and nibbled on it while they walked. As the yells and clashing sounds got louder, Lyra began to get more and more anxious. What if they were hurt? What if Queen Haelga is dead? What if they all got killed by the end of the night? If Haelga is really mad at us, she could just throw us out, and an arrow or sword is bound to kill us one way or another. But she kept these worries to herself, not wanting to disturb Randle. "Do you know what happened to Vil?" she asked him.

The icy droplets that once turned him into a soaking mess before he could say 'rain', had turned into tiny drips that barely wetted his muzzle. Nevertheless, the bitter winds that blew from the mountains chilled even a creature like him to the bone.
"How will we get in the castle? The fight's still happening," Lyra asked when her clearly superior canine ears caught the noise of the struggle. Though there was no Dire nor guardsman in sight, Randle heard it too when he focused; the muffled cries of outgunned soldiers who found their death in the maw of a beast, followed by the unholy chanting of their ruthless Beastmasters, forcing them to fight on.
"Queen Haelga's the main target in this battle, so these men will do all they can to prevent these dogs from getting their paws on her. As long as this line stands, the castle's still out of enemy hands." Or not. Maybe his horrible hunch was right and these men, who appeared to be the last ones standing, were actually just defending themselves after the tragic fall of their beloved Queen.
Either way, they had to hurry. Accelerating his pace, Randle climbed up the first marble and stone steps of the path leading them to the palace, making sure Lyra was still keeping up. Nearing the end of the stairs, where the pale floor of polished birch wood announced the border of the royal area, the mysterious wolven girl spoke again, with a more personal concern making her voice sound worried.
"Do you know what happened to Vil?" So they split up after he went looking for the non-touristic route? The Husk's ear made a twitch. No wonder their whole plan went broke down.
"You tell me," he responded harsher than he meant to. "I was hanging from the city walls by the time you guys retreated.. I take you didn't find an entrance, then?" Maybe it had something to do with that weird vixen. Along with her antisocial behavior, strange acts and her suspiciously and incredibly fast recovery, she didn't seem like a trustworthy person. Not at all.

Lyra finished the last morsel of cheese and continued walking. Slightly reassured by Randle's answer, she walked onto the steps. "Um, well, kind of. We got in, but they started shooting at us, so we had to leave." Lyra said, looking back down at Randle's harsh tone. "Vil and I got separated shortly after, and when I found her again, she was weak and looked like she was going to faint. I think the vixen fainted also, I hope whatever's affecting Vil doesn't spread. Um, did you get her name?" Lyra said, embarrassed so have spent so much time with the fox and not even know her name.

Foxy slowly started to wake up and she sniffed for Lyra, then she followed the sent from Lyra

"Um, well, kind of. We got in, but they started shooting at us, so we had to leave. Vil and I got separated shortly after, and when I found her again, she was weak and looked like she was going to faint. I think the vixen fainted also, I hope whatever's affecting Vil doesn't spread. Um, did you get her name?" That damned vixen. How did that girl just appear out of nowhere to steal the show? The more he thought about it, the more she seemed like a threat.
"It was a damned Wolf Spider, I'm afraid," he said in a grave voice. Wolf Spiders were nasty creatures that barely showed their hairy backsides these days, but apparently the Kingdom of Ember never bothered exterminating them. "You could call it a miracle that Vil's still alive, most mortals drop dead in half an hour." Maybe Vil was stronger than most. It surely seemed like she was. "Now, I do hope the Queen's-.." Panting and fast footsteps on the stone staircase.
Randle turned his eyes towards the creature that had followed them, his hand already groping for his dagger.. Wait, was that the vixen?! A growl left his mouth as he came closer, fueled by frustration, and picked the foxen girl up by her shirt. "What the hell are you doing here? You're supposed to stay with Vil, damn it!" Some folks told him he was intimidating, and Randle thought that was quite a shame, since he was harmless most of the time. But when brats like the vixen got onto his nerves, he thought he had the right to intimidate them like this.

Her nose was twitching, sniffing around for enemies near them. "We're clear" She said to them with her ears down. "Lyra, my name is Foxy too, Foxy The Warrior fox, but people just call me Foxy for short. Randle let me go!" She growled, trying to keep herself calm.

I roll over and awaken myself. It appears the room was still lit, but not very. I get up and stretch, I don't know how long I had slept, but it sure helped a bit. I could finally stand without falling over or getting the worst headache. I grab the mirror to see the progress of the bite, my eyes have cleared to their natural milky white and no red tint to them. The bite seemed to have drained itself and it is now just a small spider bite. Though, it was still red and irritated, my viens have gone away and I can no longer see them. I looked around for the She-Fox, who was not in the room. "Great company indeed..." I mumble with a growl. As I was indeed better, I couldn't change into the red head, or any of my other forms. I sit back down, knowing if I try to catch up with the others, I couldn't fight, I would kill myself doing it. Although, the air in here was getting stale, maybe I could get some air? I look around for the nearest window and find none I could open. I walk to the door and step out for a minute, inhaling the fresh air that was, sadly, filled with blood and foul smells. I quickly get back inside when I see some orcs coming up, maybe scouts? They damn sure didn't look like scouts, more like barbarians! There were three, if I were strong enough I could take them, even without my powers, but this spider bite would wear me down in an instant. I put a chair to the door in case they saw me and decided I was worth their time. I walk back into the other room and grab a book with an old cover and read it. It was the only thing I could do since I couldn't fight. Otherwise, is be out there slicing and dicing!

Lyra turned. The she-fox had followed them, and Randle had grabbed her. "Foxy, do as you're told. Unless your wounds have healed, you should stay with Vil." she said sternly. "You don't want to get hurt," she added. She didn't know what the deal was with the fox. First, she had followed them to the Kingdom of Ember, attacked Vil when she easily could have been killed, and now she was following them right into the thick of battle. Did she want to get herself killed? Suddenly, a thought popped into her head. What if Foxy was following her? Before the fox could go, she asked her, "What do you want with me? Why are you following me all the time?" But before she could reply, something slammed into her, knocking her down.

"Look out Randle!" She yelled as she struggled a bit

She didn't answer. They never did. Randle tightened the grip he had on Foxy's shirt, lifting her higher while his aggressive grimace turned even darker. Wait.. what was he.. What the hell was he doing?!
The realization that anger had once again ruled his actions hit him like a ton of bricks. While the vixen kept on blabbing, he softly put her down, suddenly so mellow and cooled off that he didn't even bother asking why the hell she knew his name, as he barely knew her. Hm, and he wanted to keep it that way.
"What do you want with me? Why are you following me all the time?" Lyra became more and more confident, it seemed. She was nothing like the insecure, innocent mess that Dylan had tossed across the room a few days ago. They were getting somewhere! Yet at the very moment they would get some crucial answers, a shadowy shape came out of the blue and knocked the lupine girl off her feet.
Roaring furiously, the creature had smashed its head against railing of the wooden bridge, shattering the ornamented birch parapet to bits. Its glossy green scales were covered in dust and blood, just like its maw, filled with gleaming teeth. He knew that blank, spiked face!
"Back up, ladies! This poor snake here's a little uptight.." Who didn't know the kind serpent that inhabited the Kingdom of Wood's Palace Tree? But what the hell was it doing way out here? Its claws and fangs reeked with the blood and flesh of the Dires, which meant that the dragon had decided to take the fight to the invaders himself. "Easy there, Serp.. We're not gonna hurt ya.." He stretched out his hand and slowly approached the dragon, that was still breathing heavily.