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Kiku stood up strait, on her face, a look of hurt. Had he just mocked what she believed in? She held herself tall and proud before answering him.

"Myria is not as fragile as it seems, Jekk." She said, voice stern and prideful. She held this world up with her heart for decades, centuries! It was no thing to joke about.

"The darkness that haunts us here may be immortal, but nothing can not ever die. It will fall, Jekk. It will fall."

With her last words Kiku turned to head to her rooms, she had to change quickly. A power was surging in the south. By the mother oak.

Kiku stopped for a moment, turning a bit to lok over her shoulder. "We haven't time for this." She said swiftly. "Quick, find Jasea and Aren. Tell them to hurry back to the castle. I'll meet all of you in the war room." Her eyes were soft, to tell Jekk that she wasn't angry. Just worried.

The Princess turned agian and headed back up the winding steps to the castle, footsteps quick.

When she got to her room Kiku quickly found better clothes. She changed quickly to a shorter skirt and a loose, open sleaved top. The skirt was black and loose, its hem at her knees. The open sleaves top was also black, its sleaves had a wide white border. On the corner of the skirt was a symbol, an arrow through a star over a tree resembling the mother Oak, Myria's symbol.

Kiku tied her hair back and pulled on sturdy brown lace up boots before heading out of the room and heading quickly on her way to the War room.

Aren, having actually not heard Jasae's call, though Knight had (he pointedly decided not to relay the information to his mistress), had arived at the castle not long before to switch the beautiful dress out for her normal, highly practical clothing. Her fingers, already in fitted, dark brown gloves, tied the laces at the collar of her loose, green shirt, which was tucked into her sowrdbelt, from which hung the black and gray hilt of Nightmare. Brown breeches, also loose and comfortable, and affording high mobility, tucked into darker brown calf-high boots with soft soles. She scooped up her quiver and Illusion, and took a brown band, embroider in green, and tied it at her hairline, holding the black locks from her eyes. She then allowed Knight to perch on her shoulder.
On the peak of Myria castle, placed with the first suspiscions of war, an arrow shimmered. A boy dressed in the blue of the Union Army of the civil war put his mouth to a trumpet and blew. With the call to arms sounded, the arrow shattered.
Aren tucked the demon's amulet into her shirt, and looked around, then headed downstairs to the "War Room." A leather band wrapped around her throat; a last ditch defense against attacks to the throat. It to ahd the strange green embroidery. Her fingers fidgetted with the invisible spell-ring on her finger; The one no one but the Darkness knew was there. Perhaps her greatest weakness was her tendency to behave like a lone wolf; fighting and hunting without help.

Nigachatta . . . dousuru. . ., Claire looked at DeVars' blank impression. Although he had managed to make a slight smile to her, she'd still sense a big gap between him.

He had been swaying in thought. Something had definitely distracted him.
'Nigatakunai. . . demo. . . sore wa. . .'

Wakatta - arukoto ga... irimasen kara - kedo . . .

'Ii na, Claire-chan. . . hajimerarete'

So~ da na~ Yukari.

DeVars watched the flowing winds below his stand. The heroes are moving in a steady pace. The temporal peace had ended. Next would be the coming storm. Red skies warn of the coming delirium.

"Ah, give it up! You're a savior, time to start playing the part at more than fancy balls!"
Jekk finally managed to drag Jasae into the War Room.

"We're ready.
I'm ready."

He hugged the princess tightly.
"If I don't make it through this, remember that I love you more than anything. This land of dreams has granted me the best I could ever wish for, and I cherish every moment I've spent with you."

He sighed and adjusted his weapons.

"Yeah, but if we're lucky, we can have another party in a few days."
He attempted a grin. He failed, but at least he tried.

Aren smiled, an odd smile. As though... She doubted there would be another ball... For her... But it was only a flicker in shadow, vanished as she moved into the light. "I hope it's better than the last one," She jested, grinning. "Because I spent the whole time working so that you lot could have fun!" She leaned against a wall, crossing her arms over her chest. "So." She didn't go on, perhaps waiting for someone else to finish it.