Chapter Text
(Intro)
Vic woke up early at 4, plenty of time to get ready for Bob.
Xainhime ruffled in his sleep with a minor groan at loosing his side weight but fell back asleep in no time at all. As Vic stepped inside
Or was going to buy the back door was locked…
And the front door.
Fuck.
Vic sighed as he used his magic to pick the lock. And open the door. He also heard a silent alarm go off he assumed only for Fae hearing but he turned that off as well. He wasn’t an amateur He could disarm magical traps easily enough. As he made his way to his room and brought out a few books on magical theory.
It took him a few hours (using his ability of time displacement) to read up on the theory to make sure he was accurately able to teach it to Bob. When there was a knock on the door and Vic looked up “Come in.” He said as he waved his hand to dispel the effect. While it would possibly be useful in making sure that they could get all the information down by the end of the day. Once again Vic wasn’t a monster to subject Bob to a full master class on Relative theory and it’s intercries on magic and Space-time as a whole. None the less he would have to brush up on it for Bob’s sake due to her more mortal grounding.
Vic waved his hand and a comfy leather chair appeared before Bob as Vic sat in his own and a pot of tea, Biscuits and scones were on a plate next to the table.
Bob recoiled for a moment before saying “It’s very difficult to conjure food like that. Otherwise my larder and Cafae would never run out of ingredients and we’d have no need for shopping trips.” Bob said
Vic shrugged in a ‘git gud’ sense saying “Food is just matter manipulated into a more edible form. So long as you see the intended outcome clearly enough in your mind you can make it. Being with your hands…or via magic.” He said as he waved his hand and before Vic face a pile of wet dough was needing itself into perfect shape of biscuits before heating themselves in front of Bob’s very eyes before landing on the plate.
“You gonna dig in?” Vic asked
Bob didn’t need another instance before she dove into the scones.
“How do you take your coffee or perhaps tea?” Vic asked
Bob covered her mouth to hold back crumbs. “Coffee punkmin spice…I’m Cinnamon, cardamom, Ginger and Clove… Bob gave her specific order and Bob looked down the tea pot to see it filling with a liquid the exact consistency. Of the tea she asked for she looked up to see Vic smirking. She was even more stunned
“Is there a type of magic you can’t do?” She asked
Vic thought for a second. “No, or at least not in a way that makes it infeasible, some things are harder than normal like I can’t fly unassisted. And I can’t shoot lasers from my eyes.”
Bob raised an eyebrow “you know what laser’s are in your medieval realm you called world?”
“I’ll have you known throughout my travels across the multiverse I’ve met several robots and androids, and I can learn from stuff around me.” Vic said
Bob nodded in understanding “Ah you found the sphinxes laser pointer.”
Vic slumped down “am I that simple?”
Bob nodded “Yes.”
Vic sighed and took out the laser pointer from his pocket. “I’m going to have to give it back to them before I leave, otherwise I’ll break all the technology we’ve got in my world.”
Bob nodded “So then.”
Vic nodded as he poured himself a drink which smelt more like Tea than Coffee despite coming from the same tea pot. And when checked by bob it was still infact Coffee.
‘Fucking show off prick.’ Bob grumbled
Vic flashed a sly smile knowing he had gotten under Bob’s skin.
Then before anything else it was gone and Vic became more serious. “Okay we’ll keep the Drink and scones nearby for now but let’s get to the actual lesson.”
Bob waved them off “yes sorry I wasted so much time.” She apologized
“Nothing to it. I put a minor time discrepancy in the room so we’re actually right on schedule.”
Bob tilted her head cutely in confusion making Vic laugh “I’m not that much of a monster.”
He calmed down and sighed “okay so for right here this is probably the most important part of the lesson I know it will feel like boring philosophy but bear with me for the time and it will all make sense.” He said
Bob nodded
“Tell me what’s your understanding of Time itself?” Vic asked
Bob blinked briefly before explaining. “Time is a consent of space and to which we use it as a means to understand the world around us.” Bob started.
“Okay and what is the relationship between Space and time?” Vic asked
“the more you move through space, the less you move through time, and vice versa.” Bob said
And what about Time and distance?” Vic asked
Bob was confused but just nodded “the further you travel, the longer it takes to get there.” Bob said
Vic raised his hand stopping her. “Okay, yes so you're not wrong. But you're also not entirely right either. Not in your explanation of time just by gross simplification more or less.
Vic sighed “humans only see Time as a linear function IE: point A to point B. However it’s more than that, it’s more of blob. It has no end date and loops back around on itself. It’s formless.” Vic said
“While all the points are thing that people say they see tine. That’s not how someone who lives in it can see it. Think of it more as…a multiverse. Or a billion fragments of a mirror, each one being a different slice of time all in coordination at once. And each event that you see isn’t so much a step by step process of how one leads to another, but a different way things can play out to an infinite level of events to unfold.”
“You’ve somewhat lost me.” Bob said
Vic held his head “yeah I can see that. Okay let me think of how better to describe it.” He thought before saying.
“Think of space time as for you, a X-Y axis you have Up and you have left, technically Up down left and right-you get what I mean. On a singular plane. That’s how you view time. How mortals and those who are in the timestream view it. You need to break out into the 3rd dimension. Not as left, right, up, down, but with width as well. Make it a cube.”
“What are those then?” Bob asked
“Past and future.” Vic said
Bob started cluching her head trying to visualize it and it was not happening.
“I know I know it’s hard. Here let me describe it as such.” Vic said drawing a magic cube like a light rubix cube in a 50x50 hollow grid. And pointed to one of the intersections.
“This is where you are.” Vic pointed before rotating the cube to his finger pointing to one side. Then held up his finger to the opposite side of that cube at the same point. “This is where you will be.” He began waving his finger around the front face facing. Bob.
“No matter what happens here so long as you end up here your free to move anywhere in your relative times, birth, death, event that has happened event that will happen, doesn’t matter, it’s how we have both Free Will and destiny at the same time. It doesn’t matter.”
Bob blinked “that’s fucked up.”
Vic shrugged “hey you get it. That’s step one you understand it. Now all you have to do is visualize it when your casting the spell. So while I make you lunch and do other things I need to do you sit right here and just think about this concept you need to meditate on the concept that I just spoke of and think that your history and your past. And know that you could have done anything you wanted differently and it would have changed. I’ll be right here if you need me.” He said as he stood up and walked away.
As Vic left Bob sighed and slowly closed her eyes taking a deep breath. And found herself falling into meditation. Trying to focus on what Vic has told her.
He went outside and drew his sword as he went over to the forge. Vic has no idea how they were able to move the anvil as it was an old Iron one but Cyrus was able to move it in place.
Vic sighed as he grabbed a bit essence of Dragon fire from the storeroom only enough to start the fire with. And Vic left a Gold coin in its place so she could pay for more.
Vic heated up the fire with the Dragon fire getting the flame up to a near plasma state. Hot enough to cause the Sword to heat up much faster than normal. Or would have if Vic hasn’t had a blade be heat resistant to the point where he needed the heat inorder to break through the enchantment. Vic stuck the blade in the coals and waited. With the fire as hot as it was he didn’t need bellows just time.
Vic sat by the fire as Xainhime watched the fire. Vic sighed
“Soon we’ll be home again.” Vic said
“Yeah soon we will and we can put all of this behind us.” Xainhime said
“Yeah and this will be a pleasant and distant memory.” Vic sighed as he looked at the forge and lifted the blade from the fire to inspect it for warping. Only a minor bend which he banged out before putting it back in the fire.
While he was doing that Vic decided to grab the unicorn blood and began to pour it into what he was going to use for a quencher. Filling it up to the amount he needed to fully submerge the sword.
One that was done Vic took the blade out of the fire he dunked it into the Unicorn blood. We’re it a regular blade it thus would be the process to make rainbow steel however, Xainhime’s beak was a weapon created by an old Gryphoner companion of Xainhime. And the blade was infused with a gryphon feather as a binder, thus when Vic pulled the blade out it had the effect of looking at a prism straight on it looks like a normal steel blade. But if it reflected the sun the rainbow effect was glinted on the sharp edges of the sword.
Vic held the blade and could feel the power in it. And this he was sure had a decent chance of killing the God of stories.
Vic sighed as he slid the sword back in its sheath and put out the fire before looking to Xainhime who was watching the sky.
Vic smiled “go get aloft. If nothing else you need to streach your wings. I’m fine here.” Vic said
The gryphon pondered for a second before standing up and after finding a good long patch took off on a running sprint before taking off into the sky.
Vic watched him fly a massive smile on his face as he felt the gust of wind his gryphon blasted out touch his face and he felt for a briefest moment he was riding on his back freely. And the weight of his task was just a little bit lighter.
And then he felt the weight of the sword on his hip weight him down like a crown as he sighed before looking back to the house and stepping inside.
Inside he found something that he didn’t expect to see but at the same time a moment that he would forever be enjoyed in his mind.
Cyrus at this point has gotten bored of fire and was now looking into wind magic as he began juggling around a ball like a proto verson of telekinesis, not actual telekinesis which was more impressive, like juggling with 2 tennis rackets.
Meanwhile at the same time Bob was still meditating on the meaning of what Vic had told her. Vic had to admit it was kinda hard to understand at first but once he practiced it he got the hang of it.
‘Perhaps that’s also what Bob needs?’ Vic thought. Perhaps that Bob was a more kinesthetic learner like Cyrus. Of course also perhaps she just needed more time than he expected as well.
Vic shrugged as he made his way to the kitchen to make himself a sandwich Coffee and Biscuits for more people in this world was a decent breakfast but for Cuc it was far too few calories, he needed a few more thousand per meal.
With his sandwich made a simple PB&J thrown together. He sat and ate while looking out the window, he had a conflicting feeling forming. The idea of this being a nice safe place, and the incoming shitstorm about to hit. That he needed to prepare for.
Wahsawenn sat in his hidden base pondering an orb which he used to keep track of his followers. Erik, Nancy. Jenny, the Evergod coven members.
He sighed as he watched from the orb observing Erik at the moment as he wandered through the fields of France, The Arch Lich stopped and after seeing that no one was around to interfere threw his hands out and summoned a torrential amount of magic into him. As he began conjuring.
“Of those who fought and died on this soil, yoyr servitude is required. Head my summons from beyond and join me in the new revolution!” Erik called
For a long minute it was silent in the field, and just before he was about to walk away and head to another graveyard a boney fist punched up from the ground.
Then another and another. As more and more undead climbed out of the field which was the historical battlefield of Agincourt back in the Hundred Years’ War.
The zombie looked at Erik and bowed as more and more zombies rose from the ground. Erik waved his hand allowing them to hide themselves from those who would alert the authorities before he teleported away no another battlefield. This
This contuned over and over until Erik had raised several Battalions worth of zombies and had them located in strategic positions ready to strike quickly and fast to indoor the local government’s of Germany, France, Poland, the Baltic states, Romania,
With that Done Erik stayed in the shadows of Europe waiting for the time to strike.
At The Speakeasy, Nancy and Jenny were in the back working on a potion well more like poison that if unleashed would cause many paranormal creatures to go feral it would be devastating if unleashed in the right spot and Wahsawenn knew exactly where to go to make it do the most damage. South America.
Once unleashed the spell would intermingle with the air and eventually it would get into the kings of South American paranormal’s and slowly drive them feral, causing chaos among the South American nations. As they would send in the army to deal with the riots and chaos. And that not to mention the radical raceism that will form there due to the paranoia, this will shatter South America, making them useless once the actual stuff would occur.
Nancy put the finishing touches on the spell before sealing it up and handing it to Jenny. And holding half for herself as the two teleported away.
Jenny nodded, taking the potion and teleported away.
Jenny arrived in South America. Ready to deliver the spell which would cause the riots and massive death of vengeful sprites. Which they could then corrupt into Specters. A version of vengeful spirits far more ruthless and known to take over there hosts and slaughter the innocent making the locals blame it on the possessed and likely sentenced them to death repeating the cycle. And with the snout of riots that have happened recently in South America they wouldn’t be a missed just people (extremists) trying to cause as much chaos or get there message as possible.
Jenny arrived and threw the potion on the ground making it shatter on the asphalt, there was a huge blast of magical energy as a screaming whisp flew off to release chaos.
Nancy arrived in the African nation of Sudan with the brimming chaos of the Sudanese civil war* the chaos will only seem like simple and basic war crimes until it was far to late and spread across the entire continent.
Like Jenny she herself shattered the jar and the spell flew off to create Chaos when called upon.
And with that Nancy vanished back to the hidden base to report back to their master.
As Nancy gave her report to Wahsawenn the God of stories. Smiled wickedly. And shooed them off. To work on there next plan. A cloning facility for which all the liches could have infinite number of clone soul cattle for them thus making them far stronger when it came time to reveal themselves.
Wahsawenn pondered the orb once more as it showed a snowy tundra out in the middle of Siberia Russia. Unknown to everyone that was there the next major key player would arrive a key player that even they didn’t know were apart of said plan, and there arrival
would finally kick off the end of the world and please 2 of Wahsawenn’s plan.
(Fae realm)
In a hidden cave of in the Fae realm which once was the territory of the last Kep-la, several hidden group of elves Gathered together hoarding weapons and armor ready for the resurgence comeback.
Swords and bows and saddles. Along with other Elven weapondry.
Unicorn armor and other forms of battle gear and armor strewened about yet orginized in such a way that everyone could just grab and go should the sudden need arise.
These weren’t people who were trying to act tough just to get there way on the streets, no these people meant business. And they had one goal in mind. War.
As everyone spoke to each other a final figure stood at the cave entrance with an imposing figure Barrie helmet still on his head, as he strode forward to give the iconic look of one of Tolkien’s Elves of middle earth, mixed with The MCU’s Thanos. Elegant and regal yet powerful and divine, like going against them is just something that not even the universe could agree with yet it knows it must be done.
“Are we ready?” The leader asked
All the other elves took the knee heads bent in respect as 5 heads popped up and addressed the man personally.
“Yes Kep-Rah…we are ready.”
The Kep-rah, sneered a evil smile as he overlooked the wartable, as he approched.
“Alright, by the end of this, The Fen-gor-rah, and the Kep-la will never be threatened again, and we can serve out our mission of ending this blasted universe and begin the next cycle. For UNITY!” The Elven emperor said
“For unity! For death!” The rest of the rabble chanted.
The Kep-Rah looked at the War-table. “Alright here’s the plan that we regain our empire from those damable faries.”
(In the Fae kingdom)
The King of the Fae or at least Bob’s grandfather, was holding court. Listening to complaints, and trying his hardest to hold his realm together, after the loss of of Granddaughter he was loathed to admit it but he was having a hard time holding the kingdom together, the only reason why it was was the fact that the human’s who lived in the Fae realm now we’re basically born there. Thus they are trapped to be their servants unable to leave. And they have no ability to actually rise up.
Bob’s grandfather sighed as he looked at what was left of the docket and let out a sign.
“Okay okay, what’s next?” He asked
One I’m f the attendant’s handed the king another piece of parchment. After the king read it he sighed
“How many rebellions are these damn Humans gonna try?”
The attendant shivered while the king tore up the parchment. Before pooling his temple
“Fuck it quarter the population…again.” The king sighed
“That’s gonna leave us very low on-.”
“Did I fucking stutter?” The king all but roared.
As the attendant left the king sighed “fucking incompetent.” He said as he took out some fairy drugs and scoffed it down to deal with his blood pressure problems he got for dealing with hypocrisy.
As he finished with his “meds” the door to the throne room burst open
“My king we’ve got a situation!” One of the Fae screamed in panic as the king realized he’d have to replace the door of his throne room again.
“I already know that the Humans are trying to revolt.” He said
“No it’s the Fen-gor-rah! There marching upon us!”
The king threw him self back stunned before Screaming “BATTLE STATIONS!!”he pointed to an attendant
“You sound the warhorn now!” Before pointing to another “you gather the armies!” Before pointing to a final one.
“You cancel my order to quarter the human population we’re gonna need every last person in this fight.”
It was from that order that the entire kingdom rallied to fight especially when the warhorn blew everyone in the kingdom. fae, Goblin, Dwarf, Dragon, human all froze and looked to the warhorn.
Before pandemonium spread, the warhorn only meant one thing. Utter doom. The last time the horn was blown the kingdom was nearly invaded by the Elves and put under occupation.
Which means something of a similar nature was comming, if not another attack of the Fen-gor-rah.
Everyone rushed to the nearest military outpost to get ready for battle.
In the field the Fen-gor-rah lined up ready for battle
Armored Unicorns made up the front battline with lanches followed by more lightly armored light chalvery with bows. Then the elven swordsmen,
The entire line was a nice recreation of combined arms warfare in the early 15th century.
Behind them they had magical artillery, and siege equipment, alongside enslaved Dragons to be used as Air superiority against the Fairy winged Corp,
But that’s only one part of the battle plan that’s not even mentioning the Raider force the Elves imposed as commandos going behind enemy lines and severing, Supply lines. Turning the battle into there victory with outmaneuvering there enemy’s before the first shot was even taken.
The Fen-gor-rah were masters of warfare, and had been fighting literally everyone for millennium,
So it’s when the Fairy kingdom lined up outside of their borders alone, to fight a pitched battle in an open field. The general was right to laugh at their battle lines
They had lost before the battle even had begun.
Now they just had to show it.
Bobs brother the cyan prince overlooked the battle abd saw the battle lines and sighed. As he drew up his forces. All he had to do was hold the line until either another kingdom came for the rest of the city could moblize this was not the place for any last stand’s or heroics.
The fae battle lines were crude and rapidly constructed not even a single trench work, just a shield wall made up of mortal races,
And then the Elves attacked
With a wave of a flag the Unicorn chalvery charged
Cyan grit his teeth to prevent himself from toppling over as the ground shook from
The hooves of over 500 unicorns stampeding right at them.
Cyan went to stand up and rally hus triops to brace for the clash when a rain of arrows struck the line many of the men raised there shields in times others got struck in the head limbs, and eyes. But to there credit they didn’t break in fact those who had been shot snapped the shafts off and raised there shields anyways.
The Elven General being in charge of the heavy cavalry sneered as he made a straight beeline right for cyan. As he dipped his Lance the unicorn also lowering its head to point its horn straight at the opponent.
And then at the last moment he stopped as all the heavy cavalry did the same making the Horse archers spurr forward and fire letting out a volly before returning behind enemy lines.
Cyan grit his teeth as he just braces under another barrage of arrows this was not good if he didn’t regain momentum he’d be completely overwhelmed by the arrow storm and exhausted before the troops got into melee range.
He didn’t expect to have chalvery be used offensively in the first massive attack. Normally the calvary was the mop up force.
At the second wave of horse archers Cyan noticed that there were twice as many people and as the horses were spinning around the elves hopped off the back of the horses and squatted down forming another battle line.
‘Damn!’ Cyan hissed at being outmaneuvered he had wanted to take that no man’s land and used that lower valley as a way to preempt and goad the elves into attacking reckless. Giving himself a natrual trench, but the archer’s delayed him enough that now he’d have to fight against it.
He slept out a sigh and relized her have to go into the grinder as he raised his sword and ordered a charge.
As cyan and his army charged The fae didn’t notice that the Elven general had ordered his mounted archers to flank around making a dead zone. For the defense force.
As the light chalvery fled Cyan took this as a chance to soring into action and surge forward. With his hope to deal a decisive blow to his opponent to make him give up the ground.
Several dragons in the army had shifted into there draconic form and began stomping forward and bellowing Fire and Ice at their opponents.
However the Elven Lines held firm as the dragons took to the sky, only to be brought down by arrows slamming into them tearing their wings and crippling them.
Cyan grit his teeth more at the loss of the dragons.
What was worst was that it didn’t appear to slow down the Elves in the slightest.
The loss of the dragons was a massive morale loss for him one that he might not recover from unless he ended the battle quickly.
And then another roar came from behind the elves.
As there own draconic Airforce swept in with Elven riders blasting magic and the dragon slaves breathing fire,
Cyan had to duck as his front line was basically turned to ash upon there first pass.
Only that the dragons didn’t stop and kept flying towards the kingdom’s capital.
Just one dragon was enough to destroy a city. But there were at least three or more dragons in a squad and there were at least a full Air wing of them.
Cyan looked back helplessly as the Dragons let out a gout of flame onto the helpless populace below as more elves slid off of the dragons into the city to pillage rape, and do otherwise unspeakable things to the city at large.
Cyan looked over and grit his teeth he didn’t know weither to pull back his forces and prepare a delaying action to save the civilians to break the military force here so there momentum would finally slow down sacrificing there city but the rest of the kingdom might live.
Cyan looked back to check the battlefield only to look up to see a large boulder flying towards him knocking him out.
With the commander of the force gone the battle became more of a mop up. As the fae force drove into a frenzy to try to do as much damage as possible but as uncoordinated as they were it was useless.
The elven general watched with a sickening laugh as his plan had gone off perfectly. He could tell the lady of there resistance was fading. And soon they would submit to their masters.
In the kingdoms capital the king watched as the force that was sent getting decimated by the Fen-gor-rah, and several dragons break off to burn the city at large.
“My king, I’m not sure we can hold off against the Fen-gor-rah.”
The king sighed “what’s the situation looking like out in the battlefield?”
“Um terrible.” One of the scryers said looking up from a Crystal ball.
On the battlefield the light cavalry outflanked the entire force and set it up perfectly so that the fae had no place to go. The only thing Cyan didn’t want yo have was a last stand and due to poor coordination, Tactics and underestimating your enemy, that was exactly where it lead him.
As the unicorns swung around them and pulled away there rear formations and battled them but that drove away needed numbers from the front especially when the troops themselves started to move in.
As each of the elves had a sickening face as the charged into the line and cut down their opponents with fury and abandon. Causing the fae troops to falter into the rear lines which were being assaulted by the flank king light chalvery.
Cyan grit his teeth as he came to and found his forces surrounded on all sides with no way out. Forcing him to go into crisis mode and try to salvage as many troops as he possibly can for a possible counteroffensive.
As cyan tried to move backwards so he could hopefully lead the troops into breaking out so at least some of the military would survive.
And then Cyan saw the Heavy cavalry swing around and block his escape.
Cyan sighed as the heavy cavalry circled around them taunting them to try to break out.
Cyan and his forces stood firm as they stopped allowing the elven commander to step forward.
“I wish to challenge your commander in an honorable duel!” He yelled
Cyan sighed as he stepped forward
“I lead these men!” He shouted
The elven general smirked
“Ah so a pixy leads you no wonder you all fell so easily. I had hoped it was a dragon that way I would have at least a decent battle.” The general said
Cyan grit his teeth.
“I wish to talk, you’ve obviously won! Let my men go and you can have whatever you want of the town.” Cyan said trying his best to stall them.
The General huffed “cute.” Before be looked back
“Hey Renkel! Your into Wings for your servants right now about this one?”
Another elf from the line shook her head “nah I don’t do pixy’s too much of a hassle find me a dragon bitch and we'll talk.” He said
The entire army watched tensely as Cyan stood ready to fight, while the elven general dismounted and pulled out a large Warhammer from his rut sack.
As he tested the weight. He smiled sicklily at Cyan.
“Don’t worry too much little pixy, I’m not gonna kill you, I’m just gonna make it hurt a little.” He said as the two staired each other down before charging at one another.
Cyan felt the Warhammer hit his stomach before he was lifted off his feet. Flying though the air and slamming hard into the ground.
The far forces watched tensely as they there their lives pivoted on the battle.
In the Fen-gor-rah cave the Fen-rah watched the fight via scrying magic as one of his warriors got charsis against the fae that slaughtered his kin.
The Fen-rah snapped his fingers “get the interrogation rooms ready… we’re gonna have a lot of prisoners.”
As the elven general raised his Warhammer above his head to bring it down upon the Fae he wimpered as he knew he lost and was to be killed.
Only to hear the thump of the Warhammer next to him.
Cyan looked up to see the Elf face to face with him.
“I win.” The general said before he rise up making all the Fen-gor-rah cheer.
The general pointed his sword at the army.
“Kill them! Anyone who lives we take!” He demanded as the Elves charged into take there prizes.
Seeing as his warrior won the Fen-rah sat down on the chair with a satisfied grin on his face.
“And thus our march is insured.” He said
“Fen-rah. You’ve got a visitor.”
The elven emperor looked over to see Wahsawenn standing stoicly by the cave entrance.
As Wahsawenn stepped in one of the guards with a pike stomped the shaft down on the stone floor with a resounding boom cracking said stone under the metal
“You are not to approach unless your king tells you-!” The elf was cut off as he was suddenly shot into the back wall and knocked onto the floor.
Wahsawenn looked over to the other guard who carefully looked over to the elven king who just waved him off.
The guard was thankful as he stepped away to tend to his “idiot” colleague.
Wahsawenn stepped forward and towards the Elven leader. “So I see you are wanting control over all worlds.”
“We want control because it is our right!” The Fen-rah sneered. Before he drew a sword “and you outsider are not welcomed here! Piss off before I severe your head from its body and use it as a codpiece!”
Wahsawenn stood unphased as the Elven leader roared and shot a blast of magic at the God of stories who didn’t evade.
The spell just seemed to fizzle before it even hit him.
“What?!” The Elven lord gasped in shock as he watched helplessly as Wahsawenn stepped closer non threateningly but of course anyone who could shrug off ancient elven magic was someone to be feared.
Wahsawenn stood before the Fen-rah smiling wolfishly
“What if I told you I can assist you in your conquest to the point that, no matter what happens your rein will be prosperous and all the younger races below you will know of your might?”
The fen-rah looked shocked before smiling
“I think we could come to an understanding.” The God said as they came to an agreement and began to plan
As they looked back into the battlefield via scrying
The slaughter could be considered an art form in certain circles akin to the battle of Canne in days ahead the legend of this battle would grow that the Fen-gor-rah had taken 200 miles of ground within a day. Anyone who was stuck behind them was captured and dragged off leaving claw marks in the ground as Fae, Dragons and goblins were dragged away. For whatever unknown cause the Fen-gor-rah had in store.
The collapse was total…
The throne room was shocked by the outcome, the entire battle had been a curb stomp from the start and what was worst most of the other forces were not prepared to fight yet. cyan was the quick reaction force. They were out in the open.
“My king perhaps we should consider falling back?”
“There is no where we can go that they won’t follow plus I will not abandon my people.”
“Get my sons and daughters in here.”
scribe bring me my Decree papers!”
One of the younger fairies ran off before coming back with a feathered Quill and a piece of parchment.
The King sighed he hated to do this but desperate times called for drastic solutions, and should this be as bad as he expected it to be it’s not like he’s be around to see it.
The letter he wrote was to his exiled Granddaughter,
Dear {fae word for Grandchild}
It apperes that the unthinkable has occured the Fen-gor-rah have returned in full force after over a millennium of peace, maybe it’s the hubris that you ranted at me about all the way back then, or maybe the Gods truely did look upon you favorably all that I know is that it is very unlikely that myself or many of your brothers and sisters will survive this. Maybe I should have looked upon your council more, all I know now is that I need it now and your not here, as such upon my death your expulsion from the military is hereby uplifted should the royal family fail a strong hand will be needed to bring the realm back under control.
Do not come to the fae realm…there will be nothing left for you here and for that I’m sorry, for if the elves don’t get us the other kingdoms will.
Members of the court who I’ve told to find you will be on there way members from your time as Royal general. I know i don’t deserve this of you but take care of them, be a Queen that I know you are capable of. Be a better ruler than I am.”
Love your grandfather.
As the king looked back at the now finished Letter in Fae. He looked over to the scribe. Who beside the most nonessential members of the court could go and help train Bob for what’s to come.
The king looked up “scribe!” He called our as the fae who handed him the paper looked up as The king stamped the Paper with his own seal and handed it to him.
“You are to Find the lavender princess and give this to her. You are to stand by her side as you have with me.
The scribe looked up “the exiled one?”
The king leveled a glare at the scribe “she is your new ruler go.” He demanded. As the fae took off like the wind.
After a few minutes all of the kings Sons and daughters entered the throne room.
“You called us father?” The golden prince said
“Yes. My son, ur has come to my attention that we are on the verge of desaster, and it’s of a sort I cannot stop. He said as he pointed them to the scrying orb which showed the Fen-gor-rah’s approach.”
“As of this moment I’m declaring this a natural desaster, my Son I need to to flee and warn the other kingdoms of this development, they must prepare themselves for this war less the universe be in danger.” The king said
“What of the portals to the other realms?”
“We will defend them to our last breath. We will fight them everywhere we can i have no doubt alone we will be destroyed but we can be the warning to the other kingdoms of what lies ahead.” The king said as he looked to his grandchildren.
“Each and everyone of you will assist the heir with this task.”
“Yes grandfather.”
The king nodded as his sons daughters and grandchildren went off to to there tasks to secure there kingdoms future even if it was as a ghost state.
The King looked at the Elven army that was now on approach. As he sighed.
“Get the word out prepare for battle.” The king said
The sirens went off in the capital making everyone throw there stuff off to the side and gear up for war.
Outside the city the Army of The Fen-gor-rah approched
As the civilian’s stood strong decked in armor
Each one looked around and noticed each one had the exact same fear plastered on their faces. They were not prepared for this fight.
They would fight. But it doesn’t mean they would enjoy it.
Perhaps they would get reinforcements from another fairy kingdom? Or perhaps another City in the kingdom is on its way right now to help them.
Unfortunately it was not to be.
As the selves charged laughing as they’re unicorn heavy cavalry charged forward instilling fear into their enemies.
“Brace!” The commander of the adhoc unit screamed as they braced behind a shield wall and held there pikes forward hoping to stab the Unicorns of them as they charged.
The lines clashed and the Elves pulled a bait and switch knocking several pikes in the air. As others flanked around the unit before devolving into a visious melee.
The fae forces held strong for as much as they could with the overwhelming pressure as in the Castle the Royal family fled into exile.
On the ground the Fae forces started to actually push them back. Not caring if it was a trap or not the commander took the opportunity to sally forth and drive a bigger wedge into the lines. Perhaps they could have a breakthrough and circle around them.
The civilian turned levie’s followed there commander orders not knowing much about tatics and a crashing wave actually drove a wedge between the center of the Fen-gor-rah. Splitting there forces in half.
They had done the unthinkable.
Until the Elves pulled out there rear chalvery and began to pelt them with arrows breaking there monumentum.
They had to pull back and we’re forced to go back on the defensive to which they would never recover.
At the Fen-gor-rah Command tent the interrogation of Cyan was taking place, it wasn’t pleasant as screams and curses rang amoung the encampment.
Cyan had his hands bound behind him in Iron cuffs. A determined anger in his eyes as he looked at the tormentor holding an iron rod.
“Now then. Tell me where is the iron witch!”
“I don’t know.” Cyan said not hiding the answer.
“Tell me then how many of you do we have to kill to have you bend the knee?0
Cyan spat in the commanders face with blood.
“All of us!” Cyan said
“Comander!” An elf said as he showed the commander the scry of the royal family escaping.
The commander grit his teeth as he drew his sword and beheaded Cyan in one stroke the Fairy corpse falling down dead.
“Hunt them down! And find The Iron Witch, I want her head on a pike!” He roared
A line of several carts rolled down the road as the military held a delaying action giving the fairy royal court valuable time to get away. As the king watched his children escape into the night. Having no doubt they would be hunted down by the Fen-gor-rah but at least they would probably have the chance to escape perhaps another kingdom will take them in.
At the crossroads the line of carts split up into different paths spreading out like wildfire going into the countryside and deeper into the fae kingdoms.
Back on the battlefield the fae were slowly I circled and pushed back towards the city eventually getting within range of the defenders on the wall who began pelting the force with arrows and magic.
Several civilians tried to make a break for it to try to get into the city walls but unfortunately they were hunted down by the Fen-gor-rah and killed off first. Making the kingdom fight harder for their survival than not.
In the throne room the King watched with knowledge that the war for his kingdom was lost. And there was only so much they could do,
“Move the citizens into the city. If the Fen-gor-rah want us they’ll have to find in from house to house.” The king said.
Indeed the citizens were lead back into the city with the military following fighting to the last until they had no choice
Now fully decentralized with the royal family left say for the king himself, and his advisers having fled into the night like the cowards they were.
However unlike then the king would fight with his citizens.
As the entire kingdom fell into anarchy imposed by elven rule
If the elves thought that once they took the city the hard part was over they had another thing coming to them. As flags of resistance cells popped up in the city striking hard at the Fen-gor-rah. While the elves preformed counter-Insurgency operations. Using unicorns to sniff out fae and other creatures and either killing them or capturing them for interrogation.
Several grueling years under elven occupation awaited them to which they will not recover.
In the Castle the king watched as the last of those who decided to flee finally left leaving the diehard loyalist with the king.
“My lord forgive me for asking but, why did you not summon the Fae battalion guarding the Portal to the human realm?”
The king looked over. “Simple because they are to hold and defend the portal at all cost. If they get through that portal everyone is dead.” The king said simply. As he looked at said portal to find that a task group of fae sorcereors were forcefully closing said portal it wouldn’t last and once each of them either died or got to tired to maintain the spell it would roar back to life. But it was needed for the defense of the otherside.
Wahsaween got up from pondering the orb and went to the front door as he opened it up it overlooked a vast ocean as he stepped out closing the door behind him.
Wahsawenn hovered above the water not touching it but was on the verge of, as he gathered his magic around him. And wrapped his hand around himself the water followed his hand movement and before long a massive water tornado, 50 feet tall and raging like a wild storm was roaring with no signs of stopping and only growing by the second.
It was then that Wahsawenn threw it at the nearest coast before he vanished.
(At Bob’s house)
Bob was holding her head trying to wrap around the absolute mind fuck she was trying to process.
“So if tine is so flexible then why don’t people do it more often?” Bob asked
“Well the universe, you know about that when you fixed time Vua the fae portal that you had told me about.” Vic said
“I had nothing to do with that I just forced the portal open and reality just adjusted the time accordingly.” Bob argued
“Same thing.” Vic countered. As Bob sighed nursing a migraine, “I need a coffee, and a nap to process this.”
Vic shrugged “to be fair if I was teaching anyone else I’d have probably spread this out over a months time, so the fact you're keeping up at all is credit in and of itself.” Vic said
“Well that makes feel slightly better.” Bob said
“Go and take a bit to yourself, well reconvene by then and go over a review to make sure you understand the basics then I think you're ready for a controlled jump through time.”
Bob stood up not being needed to be told twice but spun around so fast it looked like she’d have whiplash
“Wait I’m sorry you think that’s safe?”
Vic shrugged carelessly, “We’ll to be completely honest, I’ve only done it once, and I turned out okay. And if I’m with you I can help monitor anything that goes wrong.” Vic said
“That’s a low bar to clear.” Bob quipped back before sighing seeing as this was probably the best she would get.
“Anyways you go make yourself something to eat, and come back once your finished.” Vic said
“Aw you don’t want to join me?” Bob asked jokingly but with a slight hint of disappointment, But Vic was focused on something else. The necklace that he found in the jewelry shop that had the magical trace of the God he was trying to kill.
Bob sighed and headed out into the kitchen.
Bob looked at the time and was shocked to find that it was already mid afternoon. Having spend so much time in the Temporal area made time progress slower and this was by far a lot more time than she expected she would have.”
Bob opened the fridge and took a look inside to see what she was willing to eat for a snack.
Finding enough to make a good meal she began with frying up an egg and making a nice omelet, essentially a brunch version of an old fashion english breakfast for a “snack”.
Bob sat and ate in silence trying to process what Vic had told her, overtime she was starting to make sense about it but it was still incredibly slow. She really needed that damn review. Bob took out a simple notebook and began to write down what she could remember from the magickal cram session she was surprised by how much she remembered. And then how much of what she remembered made coherent sense, giving her a larger and better picture on what she was learning,
This had to be a very VERY complicated subject as she knew about most types of magic and before she could say she even dabbled in Time magic, but now she knew Real time magic? She knew that before was her playing pretend, parlor tricks essentially.
Bob put the pencil down and sighed as she went to take another bite of her food to hear her fork scrape against porcelain, making her look up to see her plate empty. She had eaten it all and had not noticed.
Sighing she picked up her plate and washed it in the sink before heading back to the “study room” where she entered and saw Vic levitating a fucking library worth of books about Physics both Quantum & Astro, Advanced math concepts, Probability, Singularities, material science, Ballistic physics, Fluid dynamics, and more.
Vic was sipping a Cup of coffee while one page was flipping itself in front of him when it was finished it would move away as another would take its place.
Vic looked up to see Bob standing in the doorway.
“Ah your back.” He said with a simple wave as the books flew back into there spots on the shelves and slid into place easily.
“So shall we contune the lession?”
Bob nodded as she sat back down in the chair eagerly opening her notebook “please.”
Vic smiled at her enthusiasm as he began to review.
CIA base: location [Redacted]
In what appeared to be a ordinary meeting room several men in suits looked at each other having read a report that stunned them.
“If these reports are true.”
“Are you doubting my sources?” Another asked
“If these reports are true, how do we plan to stop them?”
“You think we have the capacity of killing such a being? The reason we work with the likes of Odin, Thor, Loki, Quetzalcoatl, Pele, and many of the other pantheons, is because we have no other fucking choice! You think we like having these beings running among doing there shit that we can’t control? If anything I’d love to pull an SCP Foundation and lock all of them up! Keep them from causing havoc, people are losing belief that we can protect them now that they know there are things we can’t kill if the worst comes to it. Do you know what that means. It means that’s the faith of the U.S government is at its lowest it has ever been. Why do you think we’ve pushed so hard to deny the fae rights! Because we can’t be seen as weak! If we are the humans capable of dealing with the shit at its worst and we can’t handle this what the fuck are we here for!”
“Enough!” A third voice said silencing the man’s rant. As he turned to them.
“What’s in the past is the past, we can’t close Pandora’s box, and besides many of those old gods work for us.”
“Yeah because they want to.” The ranter said
“None the less they do, and that’s the important thing, now if this report is true we are dealing with a rouge element from them. So we need to figure out which patheon they are from? What are his powers? And how do we stop, kill or mitigate his influence?”
“If we can.” The second guy rolled his eyes.
“Loki was imprisoned on a boulder for years until he escaped, and finally learned his lesson, but that doesn’t stop the fact that most of them are in fact killable, so for now get in contact with our agents in the field. Find out the information, and how we can use it against this fucker!”
The men in the meeting all nodded and began to stand up.
“And burn the documents! We don’t wanna spread a panic about this.” He said before grabbing the transcript from the scribe snatching it out of his hands and lighting it up with his personal lighter. Watching the paper burn completely before leaving.
Norway: location Peak of Galdhøpiggen,
The Wild hunt has just finished there patrol, as they returned to Camp. A large mead hall set upon the peak of the mountain. This was an illusion a portal into the true landscape that is Asgard,
The last of the horses stopped as the riders dismounted and tied up there horses before taking a step inside his fur mantle covered in blood and snow and his big hood covering his features, and he walked with a cane and a limp. As he entered the mead hall the place was thriving, as women with great big wings walked around half nude, looking at enticing young men and women trying to woo them. While the men held Drinking horns of old all grizzled veterans of numerous conflicts. Dating all the way back to the Viking age to so modern as World war 2 and the winter war. Off to the side one Lauri Törin was laughing his ass off to one Berserker looking strangely like the infamous Beowulf from that famous Poem
“You mean to tell me that, you fought with the Nazis not because you believed in there ideology but because you hated Russia that fucking much?!”
Lauri Törin took a swig of mead “what can I say other than this, fuck communism,
The Viking warrior laughed heartily as he slapped him on his back “I like you! I! Like! You!”
Upon the mead all being opened and the Hooded man walked in everyone got quiet. As they looked at the new man. Slowly everyone began to reach for their weapons on their hips. As the man tapped his cane on the ground twice. Before throwing his hood back to reveal a bald head and an eyepatch.
“…well don’t stop partying on my account.” Odin said
Everyone cheered as Odin let out a large laugh “Bring on the feast!” He said as he made his way to the big chair in the middle of the hall, his chair.
“Where are my sons?” Odin asked as he took a drinking horn from its forged stand and downed it within seconds before placing it back in its stand as he watched it refill itself.
One of the Valkyrie’s approached Odin.
“Is there Any word of my Wife?”
“I’m afraid she still refuses to speak to you.”
Odin sighed. “Why must she still be mad about Baldr there was nothing I could have done, I even tried to save him.” Odin huffed as he took another drink from his mead. Before slamming the horn down on his throne
“Damnit I need to be happy! Where is Thor he can at least tell me some good news?
“He is spending time split between looking after his sons and daughter while also looking for Loki?”
Odin held his head groaning “Dare I ask what he has done this time?”
“Um well…”
The scream of Loki’s name could be hear all across Norway.
In a pond down stream Loki desguised as a fish winced as he could tell his latest prank wasn’t taken over well with Odin.
Back in the hall Odin sighed “is there anything else?”
“Yes there’s this one mortal from the country of I believe they call it America?”
Odin sighed “I know them, have them approach.” He sighed
Odin rolled his eyes bureaucracy, the bane of his existence, not even the Gods were immune from it, much as they tried.
The mortal approched them as they bowed. “Lord Odin I’ve come to make a proposal.”
“You Americans don’t make proposals, don’t try to con me or I’ll have you thrown out and quartered! Now speak Odin slammed the cane on the ground as it twisted up to become Gungnir, revealing that the Norse god of Death was always armed.
The American gulped “we’ve come upon some issues we believe are in your best interest to take action upon.”
Odin rolled his eye “more like you want us to clean up your mortal mess. What happened?”
“We appear to have upset a God but we have no idea to which pantheon he belongs to do you think you can help?”
Odin now sat forward intregued “a new god on the Block? Hmmm the last time this happened was the 60’s with the rise of neopaganism Wicca with the horned god and goddess, indeed I shall look into this, tell me what they look like.” Odin asked
The mortal nodded as he left leaving Odin alone, before the God summoned his familiars, Huginn and Muninn to his side as the two ravines landed on the armrest allowing the God to pet them gently.
“Go to the mortal world of earth and find out about this new god they speak of.” He whispered
The ravin’s cawed as they took flight circling around the hall for a few passes before the doors to the mead hall flew open despite no one being there to do so allowing the ravins to fly out the front door and into Midgard,
The two ravins split up and flew in opposite direction’s for a good while
Until a crack of a gun sent him tumbling down.
A shotgun leveled we the clay pidgin exploded into dust.
“ Pull!” The figure said as another clay pidgin went flying into the air as he gained his sight and shot it out of the sky.
The figure lowered the shotgun and sighed as JC took there rage out on the innocent Clay disks.
“You feeling better?” A voice said behind them as they turned to see Cyrus standing there with 2 sets of hearing protection for his sensitive ears. And probably the foam inserts as well under the earmuffs.
“Better than before.” JC sighed as they cycled the shotgun and checked to make sure the chamber was safe before putting it down. No shell they discarded the firearm before joining Cyrus who was taking off his hearing protection to have a more decent conversation.
“What’s up?” Cyrus asked
JC was about to say something stupid like the sky but one look from Cyrus told them it was a serious question
JC sighed “I feel useless right now. Both Nicole seemed far more ansty than normal and when I spoke to her about it she said it wasn’t anything I could do but they just made it seem worse.” JC started to ramble
“Ah that issue.” Cyrus said
JC sighed “yeah…that.” They looked at the old shotgun and sighed “I’m done shooting do you want to give it a go before I put it away?”
Cyrus quirked his head “can I?” He asked
“Sure you’ve said you fought in war before you know Gun safety.”
Cyrus shrugged “well I mostly used my knives boss never liked the guns even we were deployed, she opted for magic, i as to use more knives physical methods.”
“Yeah I’ve been able to throw them at surprising speeds and even have them ricochet around the corner and off of rocks.”
JC shrugged “you still courious?”
Cyrus shrugged but nodded as JC tossed them the shotgun which they caught two handedly and nearly dropped
“Step up I’ll walk you through the steps.” JC said
They gave Cyrus the basics of gun safety. As they watched Cyrus load a shell into the shotgun and mount it up to his shoulder. And pulled the trigger
Cyrus didn’t expect the trigger to be so hard to pull-.
The gun went off nearly sending Cyrus flying as the recoil hit him like a truck as he tried to recover.
JC snickered “yep kicks doesn’t it?” They said
Cyrus gave them a light glare as they put the shotgun on the table and rubbed his shoulder “I’m gonna stick up my knives for now.”
“Suit yourself.” JC said.
“I’m gonna head back home I just wanted to check up on you seeing as you seemed stressed.” Cyrus said leaving JC alone as they continued to fire there shotgun.