N: Anglo smiled, "to be able to experience those moments must be a blessing. Anyway, where is Johann?"

"He's in the dining hall with Sofia and Heinrich," a voice spoke, and in came Wolfgang, swiftly entering the room before shutting the door behind him. Seeing all of them there, he asked, "I know this is random but how protective are fathers of their children? For a while, Ernie and I have been together more, and I feel like someone's always watching me, then one day I see both my Vater and her's talking, and I heard snippets of me. I know that Mrs. Weismann is fine with me, and I don't care about the other two's opinions, but to see both Mr. Weismann and Vater together is weird; one is watching me at all times and the other disapproves of my choice."

M: "It's perfectly normal for a father to be protective of their children, of any gender," Rowen reassured him, "though I suppose they are a bit more protective of their daughters, I usually joke around whenever Johann's love life is brought up, but I had a friend back home who would always interrogate any would-be boyfriends of his daughter."

"Indeed, we just want what's best for our children and we don't want them getting hurt," Mandoria added, "my best advice is to show them that you would never hurt Erna and only want what's best for her.  Honestly though, you should talk to BE since Scotland stalked him and FE when they were dating."

N: Wolfgang nodded, although he did chuckle a bit when he heard what happened to BE, then his expression turned more serious. He walked up to them, just so that he isn't heard by the entire room.

"This is going to be more personal for me," the Saxon began, "but since I know we're close enough so that you could speak honestly, but not too close where it will be awkward, and that you're a father, I would like to ask if you have any advice for me so that Ernie and my relationship goes ... further."

Anglo raised a brow but then he noticed that the Saxon's ears have gone red, so he guessed what he meant. "I see," he muttered, "why do you ask?"

"We've never been that close," Wolfgang answered quietly, "before it was because of Prussia and our duties, but now I guess we don't feel like we've properly settled down. It's usually convention to get married before ... ja ... but so many things have happened and we're fed up with the uncertainty of the future with Prussia potentially coming, especially with the Yule Ball coming up. We want to get together, but we don't know what's going to happen, and if she does ... Wow, das ist peinlich (Wow this is embarrassing) ... then she will be quickly shunned by the people and the child may be rejected too."

"You're overthinking it," Anglo commented, "if you want to settle down, then do so."

"I know," the Saxon grumbled, rubbing his face, "but we're both soldiers, and we are training to join the British too, we can't relax."

M: "I was the captain of my army and I did just fine with Johann," Rowen pointed out, "Mandoria had it harder being a king and raising two kids mostly by himself."

Mandoria nodded in agreement, "he's right, it doesn't matter what you're occupation is, you always have time to relax and raise a family, the important thing is that you understand it won't be easy and that you are willing to fight through the hardships."

The country placed a reassuring hand on Wolfe's shoulder, "The only thing holding you two back is your doubts, but if you trust each other and are willing to fight for what you want, there's nothing that can stop you, ok."

N: Wolfgang slowly nodded, "ok. Danke, for giving me advice on this." He peeped out of the room and scanned the corridors, "Now I need to dodge Mr. Weismann and find the others, wish me luck," and with that, he was gone.

Anglo lightly chuckled when the Saxon left, "Their future is promising," before turning to the Mandorians, "How have you guys been dealing with Johann's interest in Gwyneth? Joking around, embarrassing him, et cetera?"

M: The Mandorians chuckled at the question, "yea, pretty much, though we make sure not to overstep any boundaries like bringing up Johann's first love," Rowen admitted, "I guess we are more relaxed with him seeing people."

"It's not that we aren't protective, we trust that Gwyneth wouldn't try to hurt him," Mandoria added, "we want him to be happy so we will support whatever he does."

N: "That's good," Anglo commented before getting up to his feet and stretching, "I should go and check on-"

Before he could even finish the sentence, Royal ran into the room, a note in her hand as well as a huge smile on her face.

"Wil found them," she announced, "he didn't specify where, probably for security reasons, but he said that he found Mandara and Derogan. This is his  handwriting, and the feather is not with Harrison, and he said that he saw a country who looked like Mandoria with Wil too."

M: "What," Mandoria shouted, waking Prudoria in the process, "he found them, are you serious!"

He rushed forward and took the letter from Royal, reading over Wil's bit to see for himself.  He instantly threw his arms around Royal and lifted her up in a large hug.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, this is the best thing I could have ever heard, oh I can't thank you enough!"

N: "You can do so by not crushing me," Royal wheezed, her arms pinned to her side as she tried to reach for the ground.

M: Mandoria laughed awkwardly and set her back on the floor, "Sorry, I got a little carried away, I'm just so happy after nearly four years, I can see my sons again, I almost can't believe it!"

"I told you we would find them," Rowen exclaimed, hugging his husband with equal joy, "I'm so glad they're alright, let's go tell Johann, he'll be overjoyed."

The two parents rushed out of the room to tell their other son the good news.

Prudoria awkwardly sat there, not entirely understanding what was going on and slightly uncomfortable to be alone with Brits.

N: "Go after them," Anglo spoke as Royal gave Prudoria a once over, "don't worry, alright?"

The hybrid hummed before nodding, turning on her heels, and walking briskly after the two Mandorians, leaving just Saxon, Anglo, and Prudoria.

"Mandoria is just really happy," Anglo explained, "he had been imprisoned by Prussia for three years, thinking he will never see his sons again since Prussia destroyed their kingdom, so now he is overjoyed that they have been found."

The country thought for a bit more before chuckling, "Now thinking about it, they may be your brothers, along with Johann."

M: Prudoria nodded at that, he wouldn't talk much because his throat was still healing.

He said in a raspy voice, "Johann is a good brother, he's nice. The others scare me, BE is very scary, but Johann is nice to me."

N: "And you will have an even more wonderful nice when you meet Mandara and Derogan," Anglo smiled, "admittedly, I haven't seen them for a while now, but I'm sure they are the kind boys I remember them as."

Meanwhile, Johann was talking about the flower Sofia has suddenly become interested in, telling her about its magical properties, and what Esha said about it while Heinrich was drinking a hot mug of hot chocolate at the table. The Mandorian was going to continue when Mandoria and Rowen rushed into the dining hall, making him jump as he didn't hear their running beforehand.

"Hezyka? Father," he questioned, "you didn't have to scare the light out of me. What's going on?"

M: "Sorry about that Johann, but it's urgent," Mandoria apologize, "Royal got a message back from her brother, he found them, he found Mandara and Derogan, they're alright!"

"Isn't that wonderful, Johann," Rowen added, "Wil didn't say where they were, but he's with them right now, they could be coming home at last!"

———

Prudoria shrugged, hoping that what Anglo was saying is true.  He pet Aslan's mane and smiled when he received purrs, until his eyes landed on Saxon.

"Prussia wanted to ally with him once," he signed, "he wants insurgents to force people to submit, he already has a German insurgent under his control.  Aslan's venom can control minds, so the insurgent serves him now."

N: "Wald" Saxon exclaimed, sitting upright although he did get lightheaded, "Prussia has Wald?! Was zum Teufel macht er (what the fuck is he doing)?! That bastard has no authority to control an insurgent; he already has the winged countries in his right hand, and now he wants to do the same with my insurgents? Nein, not happening."

"Saxon," Anglo spoke calmly, "has Prussia ever asked for you to form an alliance with him?"

"Ja, and I immediately shut him down. I don't care if he wanted to form an alliance with me personally, but when it comes to the insurgents, that's a group he should NEVER control. Imagine if they learned that their boss made an alliance with a country, when their whole purpose is to go against them; there would be a riot. I mean I even think Vater disliked it when someone controlling his insurgent-"

The entity suddenly fell silent as an idea popped up in his mind, "What if ... Vater was collaborating with Prussia for the control of the insurgents, as I am the one who they report to, even if he is alive."

"We already established that their aims are too different, and besides, that would mean both of them want control."

———

Johann just stood there in shock, letting the news sink in, and in seconds he grinned and ran over to Rowen, hugging him, soon dragging Mandoria into it.

"This is more than wonderful," he smiled, "this is just- it's ... I don't know what words would describe how happy I am, and that my brothers are alive." The Mandorian missed the pair dearly, the two countries accepting him into their family and he had been very close to them from when they were kids, so the young man shed tears of pure relief, burying into his father's shoulder, "sie kommen nach Hause (they're coming home)."

Heinrich smiled, quietly sipping his beverage, happy for his friend and his family.

M: Rowen and Mandoria too were shedding joyous tears as they hugged Johann, they've never been so happy, and they could only imagine how much happier they would be when the brothers would finally join this group hug once more.

Sofia walked over to Heinrich and sat beside him to watch too, smiling at their joy despite not understanding what was going on.

"I want a brother," she said, "sounds nice."

———

Prudoria tapped his chin as he tried to remember anything, "don't remember seeing other countries, he wants the insurgents to mess stuff up in winged countries' places, if they didn't submit, the insurgents would keep attacking."

He thought a little harder, then grabbed a notebook that Mandoria gave him, writing down something before tossing it to the Brits.

There were six names, six insurgents that Prussia controlled, and the countries they were in charge of; Spanish Empire, Russian Empire, Commonwealth, America, Egypt, and Prussian Empire.

"He has them," Prudoria said, "I don't know for how much longer now that he doesn't have Aslan's venom."

N: Saxon skimmed the list, a low growl emanating from his throat as he read every name. "He's got some of the most turbulent areas," he growled, "RE with the Tsars, America with the revolutionists, Egypt with the Ottomans, Commonwealth is dead, and then you have Prussia and SE. Is that the reason why he went to Spain, just to drug the insurgent there?"

"This is interesting," Anglo hummed, "you would think that the one insurgent who has gone against Saxon hasn't been affected by this."

"Because Vater could easily replace his place as the person to mess up this kingdom," Saxon countered as he tried to get up onto his feet, and when the country asked him where he was going, he answered, "Those empires and kingdoms are going to go crazy, and I'm not facing SE at the ball until I have control of the insurgent there. No Prussian is going to be the Head of Insurgents, and I am going to use my remaining power to neutralize the threat until they are no longer under his control."

Before he could take a step he turned to Prudoria, "When do you think was the day Prussia controlled Wald? Your answer may determine how large of a problem this is."

———

"That would be nice, wouldn't it," Heinrich chuckled before facing Sofia, "but you do have a brother; he's standing right there." He pointed over to Johann and continued, "You two are like siblings, even if you are not related."

M: "Um ... not terribly long," Prudoria reported, "he was the newest one, about a month or two ago I think.  He's very resistant to the venom though, it takes three times as much as the others just to get him to follow an order, and he wouldn't reveal his base to Prussia, yet.  The first one was the Egyptian one, five years ago apparently."

He reached over to Aslan's tail and stroked it, "There is no cure for his venom, Prussia made it so it wouldn't kill, only control, but if he runs out, he loses control."

N: "Good," Saxon nodded. He recalled back when Wald and Saxon freed the Mandorians that he had written the list of every insurgent in front of him, so he only hoped that he wasn't in control then. However, he was still annoyed with Prussia so he wobbled away.

"Now what are you doing," Anglo spoke firmly, standing up from his seat, "you're in no condition to move around."

"I need to call in a favor," the entity replied, "and maybe get one person out of this, but I doubt that she will be happy," and with that, he left.

"Then tell BE about what's happening in Egypt," the other called after him before he sighed, "No peace on this island. None at all." He turned to Prudoria and asked, "I know this is random, but do you know how to fly?"

M: Prudoria nodded, "That's how I got here, sort of, I had to self-teach myself at the halfway mark of coming here, before that I was running away, Aslan helped out though, carrying me when I got too tired."

He spread his wings slightly, they were a little ragged but not as bad as Mandoria's were, though the flight feathers were slightly shorter than the others.

"He would clip my wings once every year," he claimed, "this year a human did it and didn't cut them short enough, so I could fly but it's really hard," he looked over Anglo's wings, "does your master clip your wings, Prussia says it keeps them healthy, but Sax- what's his name - doesn't look like he's clipped yours, are you sick?"

N:   Anglo was completely taken aback by what he heard. "Firstly," he spoke, "Saxon isn't my master but my husband, and secondly, Prussia is a fucking madman. The point of clipping wings is to PREVENT flying because, without your flight feathers, you struggle to fly."

The country rubbed his temples, "I can't believe the sick bastard actually told you that clipping feathers is healthy," he muttered, "he completely disrespects a fellow winged country, humiliating you like that. He doesn't deserve the title of King Wing, not now, not ever."

M: Now Prudoria was confused, "husband?  Prussia said that wingless hated us, that they were jealous of our angelic nature and only wanted to dominate us, that's why I was scared of BE when he was giving all those rules, I thought he wanted to dominate me."

He rubbed his neck awkwardly, "Prussia said he hurt me because he loved me, he said that all fathers hurt their sons because that's how they showed love, I never once believed that, but I thought that suffering by his hands would be better than suffering at a wingless's hands."

The country sighed and hid his face in his hands, mentally beating himself up for being so stupid.

N: Anglo shook his head in disappointment, "Trust me, BE would act the exact same way to anyone he doesn't trust, whether they be a winged or wingless country, because at the end of the day, he is thinking as a leader of a kingdom, not if you can fly."

The Brit walked over to Prudoria and sat down on the seat beside him, leaning his elbows on his knees. "However, Prussia is partially correct; I cannot ignore that there are some people who want to take away our gift, but generally the people who want to hurt us are horrible and have complete disregard for our lives, no matter how good we have lived it, and do not care if they get a wingless being hurt. And trust me, these people can be either winged or wingless, and both are equally as bad, but if anything by a winged country it is worse."

"I don't know what Prussia has told you, but he is one of those people, someone who hurts winged countries, and it is not a baseless claim. A while ago, Prussia invaded Saxon's land, and he set an ultimatum for him: either he challenged me to an aerial duel, or Saxon assists him with his invasion, and being the person who cared for me, he chose the latter. Almost four years ago, Prussia had challenged Mandoria to an aerial duel, and he won and made the whole world think he killed him, including his sons, and afterward he took him away and did who knows what to him."

The country quickly turned around and grabbed the piece of paper, pointing at one of the names, "and Commonwealth, he was killed by Prussia for going up against him."Anglo sighed as he looked down at the piece of paper, "A true father would never believe that hurting their children is a sign of love; it is only a sign to demand respect from fear. I speak as a father to a son, a wingless one I may add, and I love him too dearly to hurt him, and Saxon has had experience of abuse from his Vater so he never laid a finger on our son."

The country took a moment to collect himself, the sudden sinking feeling that England was in Suebi's hands scared the shit out of him, and he couldn't express it in words so he just fell silent for a while.

"Allow Mandoria and Rowen to show you how it is to parent," he finally said, "they have raised three wonderful boys, one of them you have met, and despite everything that happened to them, their reliance is something to admire. Look to them as an example, not Prussia, for his name carries dark memories that a lot of us do not want to relive, but Mandoria is your hope."

M: Prudoria nodded, taking in his words with silent interest, it was all so different from how Prussia treated and taught him.

He looked over Anglo's wings again, they were quite beautiful, so neat and streamlined, they didn't strike fear into him like Prussia's did, they felt warm and inviting.

Having never been taught wing etiquette, he reached out and stroked the soft feathers, "Your wings are very beautiful, they don't feel cold and cruel like Prussia's does, they're warm and angelic, and they're so soft, how do you keep them soft?"

N: Anglo instinctively drew his wing in at Prudoria's touch, but seeing that the young man was just curious, he stretched out his wing to allow the other to see it.

"With a lot of time and patience," the country lightly chuckled, "constant cleaning, dust baths, preening; it takes time but by now it has become second nature to me. However, when there are kids around, they sometimes just grab on my wings, and there was even one time when my great-grandson set fire to my flight feathers when he was a child, so on those occasions, they are messier. But at the end of the day, your wings are a part of you you would take care of."

The Brit tilted his head as he wondered, "I know this is out of the blue, but Prussia had another son, Deutsche, and it was known that Prussia never treated him well, maybe because he didn't have wings. I am just curious, was there ever a time when Prussia properly treated you as his son?"

M: "Sometimes, yes," Prudoria admitted, "my room was just a normal bedroom that had barred windows and he kept the door locked, and I was fed decently, I even had a few toys and games that the guards gifted me.  He would save his wrath for when I misbehaved, like questioning his word or crying, he hates it when I cry, then he would do this."

He lifted his shirt up to show Anglo his chest, on the right side was the Prussian eagle brand like Mandoria, and on the left side were tally marks, six groups of them.

"He would mark me whenever I misbehaved," he said, sniffling, "if what I did was so terrible in his eyes then he would use me to pleasure himself, it was so painful, he was never gentle at all."

N: Anglo's wings fell when he saw the brand marks, shaking his head in disbelief, "I am so sorry that you had to experience that. He never treated you as a son, and doing stuff like providing food and a roof over your head is the bare minimum he could do. Prussia had to put you in front of everything, understand that you are a living being who shouldn't be ashamed to show your feelings, but clearly, he hasn't done so."

The Brit slowly grew parental to Prudoria, and all he wanted was to take care of him, to show him how to take care of his wings, to show that he is safe, but he restrained him from doing so as he knew it wasn't his place. Prudoria had just arrived, and Mandoria had to be the one to be a father to him, not himself, so he decided to do a wing sweep to find him, locating him in the dining hall.

"Let me go and call Mandoria," the country announced, standing up from his seat, "he should be here, and I should go and check on Saxon to see if he hasn't collapsed somewhere or something."

M: "No!" Prudoria shouted suddenly, almost surprising himself, "Please don't go, I don't want to be alone anymore, all I have is Aslan, but he's not always enough.  I'm scared of being alone, please stay, at least for a little bit longer, please."

Luckily for them, Rowen happened to come in at that moment, smiling when he saw Prudoria talking with Anglo.

"Hey Anglo, I came here to check on Prudoria but it looks like you two are keeping each other company, how's it going?"

N: "It's going well," Anglo replied, awkwardly standing next to Prudoria, "some things came to light so Saxon went to deal with them, but otherwise we have had a good time."

The Brit glanced between Rowen and Prudoria, and seeing that the latter wanted him to stay, he sat back down.

"I am guessing that Johann has heard the news," he continued, "so I assume that Royal will keep close contact with her brother to see how Mandara and Derogan would be able to arrive here, maybe in time for the Yule ball."

M: "Maybe, Wil's note seemed to hint at that at least," Rowen said, coming closer and sitting in a nearby chair, "I do kind of hope they don't first arrive on that day, it would be a little hard to properly welcome them back with so many people, I want some quality alone time with my sons, I'm sure you understand."

"I can't wait to meet them," Prudoria stated, "I'm a little nervous they may not accept me, but they sound nice."

"I'm sure they will be perfectly fine with you in the family," Rowen reassured him, "they wouldn't shut anyone out."

"Family," the young country repeated, like the word was foreign to him, "I've never been part of a family before, but so far, I think I like it."

N: "You definitely will," Anglo smiled, but his smile faltered when he saw Saxon, supported by Ireland, stagger in before falling into his bed, groaning in pain. The country rolled his eyes before making his way to the entity, making sure he was sitting comfortably. "Didn't I warn you, you're in no condition to be up and about."

"Grandfather was on his way to the bird tower to send a message when he stumbled," Ireland explained, "luckily I was there so I helped him send it."

"And where exactly did you send it?"

The Irishman mimed the action of zipping his mouth shut before smiling, getting a small chuckle from the Brit. The former then turned to Prudoria and was curious about his appearance, since he only heard that he arrived but had never seen him in person. Seeing this, Anglo quickly introduced the pair to each other, and once they had passed formalities the Irishman asked a question.

"Grandfather told me about how Prussia is controlling different insurgents," he explained, "is there any symptoms or physical signs to show that they are actually under control?"

"And how did you know about this," Anglo raised a brow.

"He obviously told me," Ireland rolled his eyes.

M: "Their eyes turn purple," Prudoria said, "but it's not like it's hard to tell they are under control, they wear collars with small vials on them, the vials are filled with the venom and it very slowly injects the venom right into their veins, the containers hold about twenty-four hours worth of venom, but it can take well over a week for the venom to leave someone's system.  Unless you're the German insurgent, it takes nearly four vials to control him and it usually only lasts three days at best."

"Huh, I always knew Wald was a little hard-headed," Rowen said in an attempt to make a joke, "in all seriousness, it's sad to hear that he has to go through that, that anyone has to go through that with Prussia, but honestly, what can we do to stop it, he's too powerful."

"He wants people to listen to him," Prudoria remarked, "he knows that all the winged countries hate him and don't see him as their king, so he wants to use the insurgents to force them to respect his rule, kind of like an inquisition, whatever that is."

N: "An inquisition," Ireland echoed as he picked up the piece of paper with the list of countries, "so I guess the Spanish insurgent is a good choice then, but if it is anything like the actual Spanish Inquisition, then we're in trouble."

"Now is not the time, Ire," Anglo grumbled before leaning back in his chair, "of course no one likes him; he murdered his way to power. If he is doing anything like an inquisition, that means that he will find us, and even hurt us if we don't obey him."

"Honestly I don't understand his thought process," Saxon shrugged, "insurgents aren't the first people you think to trust; their whole point is to bring down a country, but they may mutually respect each other. They are also the type of people who want their own freedom to do what they want, and if other insurgents hear what Prussia is doing to some of them, it would be harder for him to find them, and they will dislike him too."

The entity sighed before adding, "But if worse comes to worst, I'll do my best to protect the winged countries here. The insurgents can't physically hurt me since I am their Head, but let's hope that it doesn't happen. I was able to get a message to someone, and if everything goes to plan, Wald will be extracted from Prussia in two weeks."

M: "I wouldn't count on it," Prudoria sighed, "ever since my new family escaped, Prussia had tripled his security, I was only able to escape because a few of my caretakers risked their lives to help me out, I'm sure they're dead by now, and that Prussia had further increased security.  Trust me, no prisoner is going to leave him alive, and he's not too picky about collecting more."

Before anyone could say anything else, Askad and BE burst into the room.  "Odrus is gone," the naga exclaimed, "we've looked everywhere but we can't find him.  Neither of us is willing to go down into the dungeons and I bet that's where he is."

N: Anglo glanced at BE, and the empire nodded, agreeing with what Askad said, and he sighed. "Ireland and Saxon, you two stay here," he ordered as he stood up, "I don't want either of you going down there."

Saxon shrugged, he didn't want to go anyway, but the Irishman was a bit more curious, "is it that bad down there?"

"If you want to go," BE grumbled, "be my guest."

"Nah, I'm fine, but thank you for the offer."

The Englishman shook his head, "I'll go, and anyone can come if they want to help Odrus, but trust me, that cell is not for the faint of heart."

M: Prudoria and Rowen exchanged glances, the former looked confused and the latter looked grim, who sighed and said, "I'll come too, I've seen enough torture and suffering in my life that it probably will be more bearable."

He followed Anglo into the dungeon and immediately recoiled from the smell of blood, which hadn't been cleaned up just yet.  They very slowly walked over to Chrysalis's cell, noticing the guard sleeping outside of it, but when they peered in, they weren't expecting what they saw.

Chrysalis was nearly completely healed again, there were still a few wounds but only minor ones, and his closed eyelids no longer looked sunken in.  Odrus was lying on the floor next to the bed, he looked very pale and his lower arms were covered in bleeding cuts, like he used his own blood to heal the insurgent.

"Odrus, are you ok," Rowen asked, not really sure what to make of the scene, "can you hear me, Odrus."

Odrus didn't respond, he didn't even look like he was breathing even though he was, he was far too drained from the amount of injuries he had to heal.

N: "Odrus, what did you do to yourself," Anglo muttered as he saw him in the cell, so he immediately went to the guard, gently shaking him awake. When the guard opened his eyes, he looked at the country in shock, wondering how he got there. "Go get a medic," the country ordered, "and I would like to know how you fell asleep on duty when you come back."

The guard wordlessly nodded as he got up and left, and as soon as he did, Anglo rushed into the cell and knelt next to Odrus, checking if he is still breathing before sighing with relief.

"He's still there," Anglo spoke as he turned to Rowen, then he examined Chrysalis, "but he looks completely different, definitely in a better state than before. Odrus must have healed him, and clearly drained himself." The Brit got up and peered over the insurgent, noticing his eyes and his reattached limb, "I don't know what triggered him to do this, but I am much happier that Chrysalis is like this than before, and trust me, you did not want to see how he was before."

M: "Considering the smell and the dried blood, I agree with you," Rowen chuckled uneasily.  He tried to come into the cell too but stopped when something cracked under his boot, when he looked there were tiny pink shards that he stepped on, "he must have used one of those crystals in the eternals' cave, I'm shocked that he was able to reattach everything, I didn't think that was possible."

He knelt by Odrus and gently gripped his shoulder to see if he would respond, but a response none was given, causing Rowen to sigh.

"Don't you remember how distraught he was when he learned of what he did," the human pointed out, "not to mention whatever happened with the spirit he saw, I'm not surprised he would try to fix what he did, what I am worried about is if there will be any lasting side affects to this, for both parties."

N: "Let's hope that there aren't," Anglo replied, although it was clear that he himself was unsure. When he shook Chrysalis, the Scot was also unresponsive, so he hummed as he began to think of what happened.

"It must have been what Anathema had said," he wondered out loud, "maybe she said something which caused him to do this, but he's the only one who knows what she said," he glanced down at Odrus, "so we have to wait and see."

As soon as the medics arrived along with the guard, they went straight to work, bringing in a stretcher to take the Eternal away to the infirmary, but when the country saw there was only one, he questioned why, to which they all pointed at the guard.

"I assumed that only the Eternal was going to be taken," he explained as Anglo walked up to him, "and since Chrysalis is a prisoner-"

"Since he is a prisoner," Anglo interrupted, "it is your duty to preserve his life as well as making sure he doesn't harm others." The guard quickly nodded, "now that we are in agreement, have another stretcher brought for the insurgent. Is that understood?"

The guard nodded again, then explained, "I was standing guard when the Eternal came in, and after I denied him entry, after what I heard what happened, I think he forced me to sleep." And with that, he left to do as he was ordered.

Once that was done, and the second stretcher was brought, both Odrus and Chrysalis were carried back to the infirmary; both of them still unconscious.

M: Waiting in the infirmary were the other eternals, minus Esha, having come when they heard Odrus could be in trouble and/or causing it.  They were initially surprised that Chrysalis was there, not to mention the state he was in, but their attention was quickly drawn to Odrus and his condition.  Before the doctors could even get near him, Askad did his once-over to make sure he wasn't too far gone.

"He's in stasis," the naga informed, "he's lost a severe amount of blood and magical essence, he must have attempted one of the forbidden spells, using his own biomatter to replace what he took away from Chrysalis."

He moved out of the way so the doctors could work, then rubbed his face in exasperation, "Hundreds of millions of years old and he's acting like he was born last century, his actions are getting more and more reckless and I'm about ready to strip him of his magic so he doesn't keep hurting himself."

N: "Wait, you can do that," Anglo asked.

"Esha explained a bit about that when she gave us the collars," BE explained, "saying that the elders- or someone- would take away some Eternals' magic so that they would bond and repair relations."

Anglo nodded but didn't add anything, letting the doctors do their work as they helped out Odrus and Chrysalis. Soon Heinrich came in, followed by Johann and Sofia, but as soon as the Mandorian saw what was happening, he realized his mistake and tried to keep the young girl out of the room. Meanwhile, the Saxon walked up to the insurgent, tilted his head before checking on him.

After he heard about the crystals, he glanced over to Odrus, "he did it like Prometheus," he muttered before feeling a bit more secure about the insurgent's recovery.

M: "What did Prometheus do," Askad asked, being close enough to hear him.

He didn't get his answer though since there was a thud and suddenly Johann was on his face outside the doorway, Sofia having tripped him up so she could come in and see what was going on.

"Sofie, you can't be in here right now," Uskaine told her, picking her up into his arms, "Uncles Chryssi and Odrus were hurt and they need to rest now."

Sofia whined at that, squirming out of Uskaine's arms and jumping onto the insurgent's bed.  She nuzzled him a few times to wake him up, then ultimately lay her head on his chest to wait.

"Askad, I will never understand your daughter," Neflen stated, the naga nodded in agreement, sometimes even he couldn't understand what went on in her head.