Saber Lily

This is late, but... Overworld is special to me. It is one of now three roleplays I have ever truly finished in my years of roleplay, my years of making Characters and working with others. Overworld is the most special to me, because of the characters I've met, and with how my writing and my ability to mold a character who grows and becomes...better. I hope that, in Elrandir's sequel, that we meet again...and hopefully, we end with just as much happiness as now.

@Mystics Apprentice Eclaire's mother is from Umbra. Her father is from Vivifica.

Name: Kagura SumeragiAge: 17Gender: Appearance: Court affiliation (if any): SomnusWeapons: Katana - Suzume Grimoire - Oblivion Volume 13 Magic: Ice Water Unaspected Magic Status Ailment: Freeze Personality: Shy, kind, extremely nervous, and prone to stuttering. Extremely loving and kind, and loves warm hugs. Below this hides a big heart, one with a will of GLORIOUS GIPPON STEEL FOLDED THOUSAND TIMES pure iron. Background: Born on the outskirts of Regalia, Kagura is a twin with Kaguya, a beautiful Vivifica magus. The "lesser" of the two to many, Kagura - or Kaga - has been fairly lonely, and in this has gone to Somnus to learn magic. An adept with water and ice, Kagura pays for lodgings through being a Water Dancer, covered in veils and working to be as great as the Vivifica Magus "Princess of Victory" that Kaguya has been nicknamed...but for Kagura, this is a long, and weary road, one the Dancer fearfully treads...but never wanting to tread it alone.

Name: Eclaire de Wynter Age: 19 Gender: Female Appearance: Court affiliation (if any): Umbra Weapons: Thornflare - Magic Rapier Overture - Gunblade Caladbolg - Greatsword of the Abyss Magic: Telekinesis Light Dark Magical Storage System - Armory Personality: Eclaire is a bubbly, sweet girl with a lot of love. After Vivifica's leave, though, Eclaire has found herself scared and a bit alone, save for her mother. Drawing herself in, Eclaire has built up walls around herself, too scared to say she was from Vivifica, uncertain how others will treat her regarding the illegal activity around Itika, and the exile it has placed itself into after the breakaway. Background: A clumsy, yet well-meaning and sweet girl, Eclaire was born in Vivifica's court to an Archmagus. Taught in the Court for many, many years, she left on a long journey set upon her by Court. By the time she had completed her mission and returned, Vivifica had broken off with the other courts, leaving her uncertain of her standing, as well as nervous about how other Vivifica magus would be viewed. Going to her mother in Umbra, she resides there, currently taught by the Umbra Court thanks to petitioning from her mother - who, while fairly poor and only able to provide the bare necessities for her daughter, was able to persuade the Court to accept her. She remains there to this day, training in the art of Dark Magic, wondering what has become of her father... Name: Zion Age: 29 (appears) Gender: Female Appearance: Court affiliation (if any): Vivifica Weapons: Forward Unto Dawn - Greatsword of Sunrise Twin Katana - Dawn and Dusk Twin Magic Revolvers - Sunset Magic: Telekinesis Light Dark Personality: She is a kind, loving person with a strong sense of justice. Sometimes self-righteous, she truly wants to help everyone she can, laws be damned. She isn't one to care about the idea of law and order, but right and wrong...which has gotten her in plenty of trouble before. But she always has that damn smile whenever she does good. Background: An Archmagus of Vivifica, Zion had a rocky path to where she is now. Born with weak mana regeneration, she had to learn to pace herself, and the spells she used, for the longest time. But eventually her body grew and developed, and she rose to be a powerful Light Mage. Conspiracy around her say she has dabbled in the Umbra Court's magic, that she has taken a lover, but while none of that is illegal - anyone jealous of her would make rumor. Truly, the worst crime she might ever commit, is doing the right thing - even if she would be seen as the villain.

-Xion and Rhaedyn Thane: At the Coronation- All around the hall were the remaining Ithurians, with Thane himself in the front row. They were silent sentinels until Jynn said "I Will", at which they all either banged the pommel of their weapon on the floor or against their gauntlets in approval. Thane himself did so. "The real test, King of Kilkis Seres, is if you are able to be King." He mused. Can't just say he'll be great, can you? "Did I ask you, Rhea?" The two bickered a bit internally. Nearby, Xion had come alone with Ask'raziel, Jeremy having overslept and the others with duties to carry out. She didn't see her daughter anywhere. She was wearing a flowing black gown that showed her curves - as if Succubi had any other clothing - and her arm was no longer bandaged. She had asked the Genie to cure Consumption, and now...now her people were free. She was free. No fear of that hateful hunger. She looked at her arm once more, still in awe that she no longer was inflicted. It was as God above had deigned those below a reprieve...for trying to do what was right. All Xion knew...was that Zion was out there somewhere. "...you impossible woman." She whispered to herself, before looking up at Jynn. A pegasus. "May you fly just as high." She said softly. -Eclaire Oathkeeper: Above the Coronation- Eclaire was sitting on the railing of the, watching. She was in a new outfit, all black with some silver decoration. The Castle tailor had made it specially for her. Lightweight and made of magic fiber, it was stylish AND functional...even with a skirt. She leaned against the pillar behind her, smiling as the pegasus formed in Jynn's hand. "Are you not going to join the ceremony?" Behind her was Fiona, who was mostly impassive. Eclaire shook her head. "Nah. I was Shiva's Retainer. I failed in protecting her...Yeah I helped kill a god but...I don't think I belong there. Others might. They're friends with Jynn and Bherna and such. Everyone barely knows me. It won't feel right." "Yet you linger." "I'm watching for her. Well. With her. She'd be watching either way." Fiona nodded. "I see. And nothing I say will make you go down there?" "No." She said softly. "And yes. I know I could make friends. Reasons to stay. But that'd make my plans harder." "Plans?" Eclaire looked up at the roof. "When I walked into that old home in the woods, I expected a creature-infested shack that I could live a quiet, lonely life away from people, so I wouldn't hurt anyone like I had been. Instead of a lonely little hut to live out the rest of my life in, I met a woman. I met a Queen. I feared she would be angry, but she saw something. She saw...potential. Hope for someone so hopelessly lost in the darkness that she was walking in circles. She was the light that led me to now. A mistake turned a hero. A lost girl now found." She giggled. "I'm getting dramatic, sorry. Just...I can't stay. If I do, Fiona, I will dishonor Shiva. She gave me....she gave me life. I just existed. Then....then she loved me, and gave me life. Now I will live that life. But not here. Not where I will pine away in her room, and waste the time she so generously gave. No. I won't make her feelings, her compassion a crutch. She opened my eyes, so I want to see the world once more." She looked back down at Jynn. "He has so many friends and loved ones. He doesn't need me. But even then, I left a calling stone in his room. All he needs to do is hold it tight and think of me, and I shall be as lightning strikes - swift, aggressive, and here before you know it." She brushed some hair from her eyes, then slid off the railing. "Where is your sword?" Fiona raised an eyebrow. Eclaire paused, then motioned with her head to the window. Sighing, the maid stepped up and looked out. In the distance, on a hill overlooking Kilkis Seres, she could barely make out a silver glow atop it. "Shiva will remain where she belongs - overlooking the kingdom she gave it all for." Eclaire said softly. "When I am needed, I shall retrieve it. But until that day comes, the sword of Shiva, now named after, will be atop that hill as a watchful eye. If you ever need me, Fiona, and the calling stone is missing or lost, all you need to do is grasp the sword. I enchanted it, and it works just the same." She smiled, then hugged Fiona. "...for all my words, Fiona...I will miss you. You've been kind, and caring, and have accepted my need to feed without complaints. You deserve the world, and I hope you get it." This time Fiona was ready. She spun around, finger to Eclaire's lips. "I know what you're about to do, and I will demand you kiss me correctly and not like I am some floozy at the tavern!" Eclaire blinked, nodding at once. Nope, not gonna argue with that. She gently cupped Fiona's cheek and leaned in for a proper kiss, as demanded. Fiona had something right. That aether, that lifeforce she was required to feed on...it felt as sweet as the day she took those three seconds from Shiva. Opening her eyes, she looked at Fiona. "Love, you idiot." She said, deadpan. "Now get out of here, I will be happy to not have to clean your particular brand of mess. You have any idea how you twist and turn and throw your clothes everywhere?!" She shook a finger at Eclaire. "Get! Go! If you're so set on not attending the full ceremony, then git!" She slid around and spanked her. Eclaire yelped. "Hey!" She jumped a few feet forward, rubbing her tush. "That wasn't needed!" "I know." Fiona smirked. "But like you. I wanted to." Eclaire just shook her head a bit, then waved. "If Jynn asks, tell him how I feel." And with that, Eclaire turned and leaped out the window. Her aetherial wings flared to life, and the valkyrie-succubus took to the sky, facing the blazing sun. Eyes closed, she basked in the warmth as she gained altitude, sighing contently. "For all our time and our brief goodbye, Shiva...I love you...but I forgot one thing..." And so, as she basked in the warm sun, she said two final words before falling back towards earth, rolling and flaring her wings out to full, and flying over the palace in a shower of aetherial light, a small, yet powerful, aurora forming in her wake as Eclaire Oathkeeper set off to live. Thank you.

-Eclaire, Xion, and Rhea- Xion looked away. She didn't know Henry, really. But...he gave himself up for her memories. And now, as rememberance of Zion flowed in, she cried. "Thank you....Henry." She said. Rhea nearly flew at him. "NO! THERE HAS TO BE Another way. Rhea was encased in armor...and one mighty step later did Rhaedyn Thane extend a hand. "You will not be forgotten, Henry.You have a heart of true divine iron. May your name never be forgotten." he intoned. Rhea could only scream, her body once more encased in the armor, mere aether to merge and give host to the Ithurian. Eclaire...she had slid down and rested her back against the altar. Her sword replaced in the scabbard on her back, she let everyone else talk. She was mentally drained, and nearly passed out when Henry stepped forward. Her eyes shot fully open, and she was already beginning to stand. "N-No! No Henry!" She kicked off and flew at him, hand outstretched. "NO!" She yelled. "We wouldn't have gotten this far without you! DON'T -" The star hit her. She staggered and hit the ground, skidding. Her hand swiped the air where he once was as tears welled. "Without you...we wouldn't have won." She sobbed softly. Eclaire began to cry as that familiar feeling spread through her chest....those precious three seconds...three irreplaceable seconds. "Thank you....Henry....for....for giving me these.....precious seconds." She whispered, sobbing. "Thank you..." Eclaire just knelt there and cried, joyous that Shiva's three seconds were back, but....so sorrowful. Sorrowful over the loss of someone who saved her life, who fought....who did his utmost to save his world. He may have done bad, but so did she. He....deserved a new life. A new chance...like she did. Like Shiva had given her. Eclaire cried...for the man who had given them back that which was most precious.

-Eclaire, Xion, and Rhea- Rhea yelped as she fell on her butt. "Wow that worked." Genuinely, she was impressed. She got up though, with a hand up from Xion. They turned. "We wish for the world below to be restored, the lives lost returned." They nodded. Eclaire was like lightning. The moment she had her senses, as Yevgeni called forth the Source, she flashed before him, facing Nergal. Should he attempt anything, she would strike without a sense of mercy, the Wish for Power not yet faded. She let everyone speak first...because....she didn't trust herself. She didn't trust herself to throw herself at the feet of the Source and beg for Shiva, to beg so selfishly for the woman she had fallen for...but Odin, screaming about his wife, caused her feline ears to lay flat. She had no right. Shiva may have loved her...but it was not her request to make. She was at peace...and...and Eclaire could not use her as a crutch. She couldn't always think of her. To do that would be akin to betraying her wishes, her memory. She had been given a second chance at life, a new view. Sight unburdened. But. It was not her request to make. And so, she half-turned to the Source, the five figures. "Whatever Jynn, Rightful Heir to the Throne of Kilkis Seres requests, weigh my word with his. I...I cannot ask for anything." She closed her eyes, then turned back to watch Nergal, the silver sword, named after the Queen he killed raised at him. "Move for the source, Queenslayer, and I shall run you through with her name." She promised. And at that, Eclaire felt silent...for she did not trust her mouth to stay still, her heart to stay calm, and her passion to remain tempered.

-Eclaire, Xion, and Rhea- With the battle won and hope gone, the three almost collapsed...but Elia have them hope. Rhea grasped a free hand as Xion grasped hers, both looking to Eclaire. The woman grasped Xion's hand. "I am the fastest among us. I will secure the source, then deal with Nergal. Yevgeni...bind your attack dog." She closed her eyes to add to the power. This idea was insane...but deep down...she knew her mother was watching.

-Zion, Goddess of Light and Arbitrator of Balance- Zion touched the ground, letting out a heavy sigh. She stepped forward and out of Eclaire, who yelped at the feeling. Zion then turned and raised her hands to the heavens. "Oh warmest light, heed my call. Heal their wounds, soothe their aches, repair what is broken, and replace what is lost. Ninth Seal of the Goddess: Repentance of Light!" A pulse of light rippled across everyone, healing them, replacing what they had lost, soothing what ached, returning them to full health. She smiled softly. "Oh champions mine, I am so proud. Through all your trials and tribulations, you forced him to a point that allowed me to give you the final push. I may have come to finish off the mad falsity, but it was you, champions, who forced him to such a corner. But this is where my time ends, where my intervention can go no further. The veil is regenerating and I will be pulled back to the Divine Plane, where I can only influence events, but never intervene unless the world itself is on the brink. Your jobs are not yet over." She paused, then reached out and gently stroke the side of Eclaire's face. "You have everything you need, warriors. You but need to come together." She pulled Eclaire in for a hug, holding her tightly. "Clary...Oh my sweet Clary....I am so proud of you." She whispered softly. "You are the greatest thing I will ever have brought forth, the greatest gift the world has ever given me. Now go. Let go of your sorrow and despair...see the world with new eyes." She kissed Eclaire's forehead, then moved past, patting Rhea on the shoulder. "Thank you, Rhea. Don't let Thane push you around!" Then Zion turned to Xion. "He-" Xion slapped a god. "I seriously don't know why I wanted to do that, but if you're Clary's mother than you probably deserved that." "...yeah, yeah I honestly did." She surged forward, wrapping Xion in her arms, her wings, her entire being. They were obscured from view, and what was said was unheard. When the wings pulled back, all that could be seen was the endings of a kiss. Zion pressed her forehead to her beloved's, closing her eyes. "I love you, Xion. One day you will pass from this world...and that day I will be waiting for you. That is my oath." She slowly, reluctantly, pulled away, then turned to the others. "I cannot stay longer. I cannot offer more than succor and the promise I am always watching. There are rules, laws, and restrictions. My time is coming to an end. I am sorry I could not come sooner." She smiled though. "Farewell. And remember - even after the darkest of nights, morning still comes." Her body began to fade away from the feet and wings first. Her eyes closed, her head tilted, and she gave them one last blinding, beaming smile before the Goddess of Light left the Overworld once more. Eclaire had stumbled over to Xion, and the two had collapsed to the ground from the mental exhaustion. Eclaire was curled up, head on Xion's lap, the Succubus Queen gently stroking her daughter's hair. Rhea sat down, still not sure if this was a trick or what. "It...it's over." Xion said. "Ahriman is gone. Now....now what?"

-Eclaire Oathkeeper, Daughter of the Goddess- As the world devolved into chaos and she was dragged into the maelstrom, the beam appeared to pierced her chest in that moment, her flight yanked asunder. She cried out, her vision going black....then fading into shades of grey. She stood there, unhurt, confused. Was she...dead? Was she in the Great White before her fate was decided? "I am so proud of you." She spun around. "M...Mommy?" Zion smiled warmly, and opened her arms. Eclaire began to cry and rushed into them, holding onto her lost mother so tightly. "I....I missed you....I missed you so much." She sobbed. "I know, Clary. I know." Zion whispered. "But I always was here. I guided Takao, I asked Luciana for her blessing to you, I entreated with the First Succubus. I have always been here, not just for you, but the world. For it is my duty....a duty that, in this battle, I have given my all to influence. But Ahriman has grown to threaten the balance of everything, to destroy the very gods through his actions, to rend this dimension to his whims. The field made it difficult....but it is now gone, my daughter. So I ask you. Open your heart to my light." "Always." Eclaire said immediately. "Always." Eclaire fell, the beam seeming to not pierce but enter her, as her eyes and mouth opened wide to emit light....warm....beautiful light. As everyone began their attacks, a new voice ringed across the rend between worlds, for in this space was the veil torn. "The dreams of men and fey are fleeting, and must be embraced if they are to flourish! And embrace them I have, oh champions mine! Do not falter, for the Light has not forsaken you this day!" Eclaire erupted in a font of pure Light, a pulsing sphere radiating from her, striking the maelstrom and breaking it for those who charged. Eclaire was engulfed by the Light, and eight white wings erupted from her back, her body became pure light, and then someone new was there. Her dress, the softest gold of dawn, her hair the fiery sunset, and her eyes like the warmest gold of the rising day. She raised her hand. "Century become second, millennia become moment, eon become instant! Throw wide the gates of the promised day, come forth....Forward Unto Dawn!" The girl roared, and in her hand erupted a blazing sword of gold, massive and radiating with divine power. "Together, my champions! The veil is torn, the gods deny his claims to divinity! You will survive this day, you will carry on!" She leveled her sword, and it glowed with the light of a newborn star. "I am the Arbitrator of Balance, She who brings the day, Lost Queen of the Valkyries! I am Zion, Goddess of Light, and their dreams shall flourish! I shall protect that new world, the world of infinite possibility we call tomorrow!" Around her opened gates of light, and from them appeared more swords. "I am the Coming of the Dawn, and I invoke the power of Avalon Salvation!" She thrusted her sword at Ahriman, and from her erupted Avalon Salvation. "Forward Unto Dawn, help my champions! End this evil night!" From her myriad of swords erupted Avalon Salvation, cutting at Ahriman. His tear in reality was a tear in the veil, and the errant goddess of Light had taken this opportunity, this critical moment, to manifest using Eclaire and do her duty...the duty to ensure balance, and the continuation of this world.

-Eclaire, Xion, and Rhea- Xion cursed and backwinged, riding the explosion up to gain altitude and unleash a few Dark Firas, peppering Ahriman. Rhea did the same, holding Bradamante with both hands. "Holy Spirit!" She cried out, sending a blast of light at Ahriman to mix with the Dark Firas. Eclaire...her instincts saved her. Her mind frozen in shock at his suppression field destroying her last offensive option. But then the laser banked around, and she had to move...and everything just...clicked. "IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE, AHRIMAN? FOR THE ASPECT OF DESTRUCTION, ALL I SEE IS A LITTLE LIGHT!" She roared. "This is just some exercise! Can a God only manage a single bolt? It makes sense, you needing to suppress my power! You fear our full wrath, our full might! You must resort to trickery!" She laughed, oh did she laugh, dodging the laser. "If this is your best than why did I ever worry!?"

-Eclaire, Rhea, and Xion Divolves to- "Do not stay yourselves!" -2 minutes ago- Rhea and Xion were engulfed by Light and Dark, respectively, before both were revealed - Rhea, looking older, with four golden wings, and Xion - looking a bit taller. Both exuded power, with Rhea having ascended to a Valkyrie Councilor while Xion now held the power of a High Succubus. But that was nothing compared to Eclaire, who had been surrounded by both Light and Dark, and the egg of this duality broke apart as she appeared, her pink hair now streaked with blonde, her head now adorned with High Succubus Horns, and with six aetherial wings. Her power had mixed, and the divine power of a Fallen Seraph now glowed. -Present- "The Spriggan is dying! He is giving himself up so we may strike! Do not insult him by holding back!" Her wings flared and she shot up. "Mother! Spell Transferance Runes, now!" She looked to Helios. "I will not let your sacrifice be in vain, nor ever forgotten!" "I'm on it!" She drew a rune before her, then another. "Duplication Rune!" She slashed the air. "Shadowstele!" She then slammed the ground, and tendrils of darkness flew across the floor and to everyone who had a weapon, placing upon them the Spell Transferance Rune. Rhea, who now had the lamp, shot over and shoved it into Henry's hands. "MAKE YOUR THREE WISHES COUNT." she shouted, now inscribed with the runes. Her twin swords now had formed a Holy Spear - Bradamante, the Spear of the Councilor's Paladin. In her other hand she held Geirskogul, which now was tossed to Eclaire. "USE IT WELL!" What's in a name? As Eclaire shot into the air, within her mind did flash that day. A name, Eclaire, is power. To invoke a name, is to invoke that very thing. To name a sword is to invoke that sword's very being, to invoke a person is to call upon their very existence. To men and fey, names are given for whatever reason. With little ritual, or sometimes little care. Nay, for us of the Divine Light and the Deep Dark, we see names as a power, a force all themselves. So when you name something, you create an existence. When I named my blade Long and Dark December, it's existence was made on that idea - that winter is long and dark, but it is in this long and dark time that we find out joyous times. When Zion named her great sword Forward Unto Dawn, she named it's existence just that - the drive to always move forward. Always....to a new day. To a new dawn. So if you forget anything, I beg you, Clary. Do not forget this: Names are power. Even, if the power is to just bring a smile. "Full Bloom Amaryllis." Eclaire threw her arms out, and all around her did she summon her entire armory. "In Paradisum, Fifth Configuration!" She roared, spears surrounding her. The blades formed a circle, all pointing to Ahriman. And she began to chant. "I stand not alone, but together! Their joy is my armor. Their happiness is my shield. Their kindness is my blade. By the will of those who fight for life, who brought forth Light from where there was none, by the souls of all who fell, fall, and will fall, we are the Light of Promised Victory!" . "Nobless Oblige - World-Saving Light! Let us play a song - an Arpeggio of Endless Starlight!" All around her, light began to rise from the ground, and from the high up ceiling, began to fall. "By our conviction we save worlds! By our courage we uplift the lost, and the downtrodden! By our sacrifce, we give way to the future! Together I summon forth the embodiment of the noble obligation to help the weak, and lay low the strong who misuse such strength! Together I call for....Avalon Salvation!" Xion lifted her sword. "Invoke the name of your weapons! Use the spell or use it's power, it matters not! Eclaire has channeled it, now it is up to all of us!" She had seen Rhea run off to give the lamp to the human...now...all he had to do, was make the right wishes. "Long and Dark December!" Xion roared, unleashing a blast of dark light at Helios and Ahriman. "Bradamante!" Rhea shouted, a beam of pure light fired at the mad god. And above, all of Eclaire's weapons glowed, as the - at least temporarily - Fallen Seraph unleashed the full force of her power, her weapons, and her heart. "Caladbolg! Geirskogul! Overture! Kusanagi! Spear of the Eidolith! In Paradisum! Lightbringer!" Her cry echoed as she unleashed Avalon Salvation upon Ahriman and Helios tenfold, crying out the names of her magic weapons, the contents of her armory - the weapons that had carried her to this day.

-Eclaire, with Shiva- The intrusion by Leviathan was not missed by the retainer, who scarcely got to hug back before Leviathan intruded. Tail bushy, ears up, and brow furled, she looked on jealously as Leviathan planted three kisses on her Queen, one for each cheek and one for her forehead. The jealous feelings fueled the dark succubus side, but she took in a deep breath to keep it down. Stepping forward, she slipped her arms around Shiva, hugging her stomach tightly, but not enough to cause any discomfort. "Thank you. I forgot my scarf though." Her eyes softened, the catgirl trying to not glare Level 5 Death at the woman before them. "And...they...may be old and cherished, but they do not match your....beauty..." She frowned and moved over, running her thumb over the corner of Shiva's eye, to wipe away the tear. "...I am sorry. Was my hug too tight?" Her ears drooped a bit, tail slack, clearly not realizing the tear had been there before her jealous hug. -RHAEDYN THANE- The door to the hall, though, burst open with a flurry of snow. The sound of metal greaves against the ground echoed as the Iron Lord of the North, Sovereign of Ithuriel, Herald of Winter and Bringer of First Light, to the East Dragon of Death, and to the West the Rising Sun, Deliverer of Toys, Bane of Cabbages and Smiter of Weeds; The Wall upon which Darkness Breaks, the Last King of Ithuriel, He of Many Names but One - The Lord of Iron - strode across the threshold, lugging a massive woolen sack the size of a sleigh. In one hand he carried a massive wreath of the freshest ferns, laced with mistletoe, with four live partridges merrily singing within. His ragged fur cloak, adorned with the Ithurian Wolf, now was changed for the deepest red cloak, and atop his head was pertched a Santa hat. "Rhea insisted I wear the hat." he intoned, striding forward. He lifted the wreath and presented it to Shiva, though with the height difference it was above her and Eclaire. "To which door shall I hang this mass of ferns and mistletoe? Rhea made it herself before I once more willed my Ithurian armor." He sounded both confused and amused at the contraption. "Also she insists I say one more thing loudly." He cleared his throat. "HO HO HO!" He bellowed heartily, holding the wreath even higher. This caused one patridge to panic and fly off with mistletoe, where it jauntily perched above Athena and Arthur. Clearly, a certain Valkyrie had decided to cause plenty of harmless chaos this Christmas time.

-Rhea, The Unaging Valkyrie- She saw the attack thrown at the wall. Seeing the mass of people charging to enhance and augment the defensive wall, she threw herself down at the so-called god, light-enhanced blades slashing a storm of Light Slash Waves at him as she descended. Her wings flared with light as she spun, a storm of feathers surrounding her. "Feather Blade!" She roared, continuing to pelt Ahriman with everything she had. -Eclaire Oathkeeper: A Wish- Eclaire turned. As everyone began augmenting the wall, she stepped forward. Holding her hand out as the attack struck all the barriers, the wall would shatter...but it would be as snow, and a hole now formed. Without the quick actions of the others, Eclaire truly did not think she'd have been able to protect everyone and herself. But now she was in full view of Ahriman...not that it mattered now. She tossed her sword skyward, glove shattering into light before she ran the back of her hand across the lamp, making it sing before her hand left it's surface, shooting out to snatch her blade before it would fall to the floor. She had the lamp. And now, she had wishes. "Rufus.You said you would lend me your power." She held the lamp tightly, her eyes piercing the distance between herself and Rufus. "I saw the end of you and your comrade. I have three wishes, genie of the lamp! I wish, Rufus, for power. The power to defend the weak, to lay low those who misuse strength! I wish for the power to protect everyone and everything I both love and hate. My mana multiplied, my power multipled! To go beyond my circles and my magic, to become the hero I dreamed of! I wish for the sword I have named Shiva to be unbreakable, to never weather, that it may stay sharp and never break." She took a step forward. "And I wish that my friends...my comrades...are given the same wishes. Given the power to defend all they love and hate, their weapons strengthened beyond measure. These are my wishes Rufus! You said you would lend me your power! So I ask, I wish of you - lend not just me your power, but all of us! For the world we all want to save! I wish for power, for my sword, my oath to be unbreakable - and I wish for my friends, my comrades who stand against this foe, to have the same!"

-Eclaire, Retainer of the Queen- The girl had been up since before the dawn, working tirelessly. She had gone to bed early on that Christmas Eve, needing plenty of time to finish her gift. It had been hard and took longer than she wanted, but now she was almost done. As the first rays of dawn crept over the hills and bathed the palace in radiant light, the pink-haired catgirl slumped in final relief. All of her hard work, her hunting and her bargaining, finally paid off. In her hands was a pendant, mixed with Lightforged gold from Mare Luxerion, and with the shiny black obsidian mined from the depths of Mare Luxuria. The cord was made of linked gold and obsidian, alternating between links. In the center though, was the real toil - a bright pink amethyst, forged from a bit of her aura. The entire pendanct was about the size of a silver dollar, with a bit of weight to it. Eclaire laid it in the small, simple box before wrapping it, finishing with a simple red ribbon. Picking it up, she snuck downstairs and slid it under the tree, next to the other gifts she had gathered - none with as much work as the pendant she made. Done, she decided to go for a walk to loosen up after her hours of work. Of course, by the time her walk around the garden had ended, everyone was awake and arriving...and there she was. Shiva stood before the tree, clearly delivering presents. The girl's tail flicked and swished happily to and fro, and then she walked up behind her, resisting the urge to wrap her arms around the Queen she loved dearly. "Merry Christmas, my Queen." She said, a soft smile born on her lips. Most likely the queen would have been alerted to her presence by the soft jingle that accompanied Eclaire, courtesy of a Christmas bell she had put around her neck. She even had dressed for the occasion, thought forgot her scarf upstairs. "The tree is beautiful." (Eclaire's christmas outfit, minus the weird thing on her hip)