Author's Note:
I saw episode 16, Hollow Mind, of The Owl House series.
I can say with a hand on my heart that it is as dramatic as the first season finale, full of revelation and some scenes that gave me the chills.
Confirmation that Hunter is a grimwalker, which is a kind of magical clone of his late brother, means that I have a lot of material to use for Lena.
There are several similarities between Lena and Hunter, with some traits of Amity due to the dynamic love boost with Webby.
The discovery of Hunter's true nature kills my theory that Hunter is some kind of half-Witch descended from Belos's brother. But surely the rest of the fans will have materials to write a huge number of heart-wrenching stories.
Ps. I find it incredibly ironic / coincidence that on the day I saw, Hollow Mind, I publish a chapter in here half of the action takes place in the mental palace of the protagonist.
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Narrative Arc 1: Welcome to Mad Duckworld, dear hero and dancer
Episodes 1: The madman, the angel and the ducks (II)
Chapter 2: The alien in the alley and the Green Room
Plot: Violet is convinced she has found an alien and tries to wake him up. Meanwhile Arkan is having an argument in his Mindscape with the fallen angel and the shadow of Luz. Arkan wakes up and starts talking to Violet.
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POV Narrator
Today is a beautiful summer day in Duckburg, a clear cloudless sky and bright sunshine.
The adults are on their way to work, the children are taking advantage of the summer vacation to have fun, the multimillionaires are preparing for yet another treasure hunt, the thugs are completing revenge plans or ways to get rich quick.
In a quiet urban area of Duckburg, a purple hummingbird girl is taking a shortcut to get to the public library as quickly as possible and read her beloved books all day, the dream of any intellectual or literary enthusiast.
This person is called Violet, she is a preteen between 11 and 12 years, 135 centimeters tall.
Like most of the inhabitants of this world, Violet is an anthropomorphic animal.
In her case it is a purple hummingbird with a dark purple beak, freckles and claws, purplish black hair with a curly tip and the end in a bun with a dark green headband, blue eyeshadow.
She wears a long-sleeved green shirt with light blue accents, black pants and a tail with white ends. Over her shoulders she carries a red-brown backpack full of books and school supplies for taking notes.
Violet is a girl with a high intellectual level and a low level of social skills, living her life under the rules of science and logic.
This combination of traits makes her a model student and a very difficult girl to approach from her peers.
Fortunately, Violet has never suffered from the lack of social interactions, receiving enough affection from her adoptive parents, preferring to focus her energies on studying and doing the Junior Woodchucks.
In a normal situation Violet would not go through the narrow alleys of the city to get to the public library as quickly as possible.
But today the bookshop receives the long-awaited order from Violet, a book that details the languages and cultures of various civilizations that have disappeared under unknown circumstances.
In order to get her hands on the book and read it as soon as possible, Violet decided to take several shortcuts.
Currently, Violet is walking quietly through an alley when she notices something fallen to the ground, a black balmoral cap, decorated with a thick silver band on it.
"Has anyone lost a hat?" Violet asked, lifting the black cap off the ground, looking for a label or a clue to bring it back to its rightful owner.
"An angel ... of all ... obedience." Ha mormorato with one voice roca, sounding mezzo addormentato.
Violet's head turns to the sound of the voice coming from the dustbin in the alley.
The hummingbird girl saw ... well, Violet isn't quite sure what she's looking at.
It doesn't help that the thing ... person ... creature is half buried in a dumpster, having his chest and head hanging out of the dumpster.
Did Violet stand still for a second, thinking about what she should do, walk away and ignore it, call her parents or an ambulance, maybe the police?
Violet's train of thought was cut short, when a gust of wind appeared without warning, knocking the strange being off balance who immediately fell out of the dustbin, and ended up rolling in front of Violet.
The literature lover approaches to see the creature better than to capture his attention.
Violent is still hesitant, but when he sees the stranger stretched out with no one to care for him, coupled with the fact that he starts moaning and fidgeting as if in a nightmare ...
For a moment Violet remembered the time she spent with her biological family and at the orphanage, a not-too-happy period of her short life, at least until she was adopted by her fathers.
The civic sense and spirit of Violet's Junior Woodchucks have come into operation to the fullest of her competence.
"Junior Woodchucks Rule Five: Always Help a Person in Need." She played Violet, getting down on her knees and pulling out of her red-brown backpack, a Junior Woodchucks first aid kit for emergencies.
Violet began inspecting the creature for wounds and mentally writing down her findings.
"Two arms, two legs, each with five fingers, a chest, a head, two literally positioned ears and two eyes, no trace of a tail or a beak. No fur, feathers or scales, only bare skin except hair on the head." She muttered Violet, running her hands through the creature's body and groping it in various places.
"At first glance from the build it looks like a boy ... surely it is a boy." Violet whispered, with a slight blush on her cheeks, after doing a simple and straightforward check to figure out the creature's sex.
"I'm pretty sure it's a mammal, the closest thing in nature I can compare it with is a primate, specifically a chimpanzee." Violet said, using her knowledge as a model student to compare the creature with the closest animal she knows.
"Visibly I can't find any stab wounds or signs of external physical trauma. If there are micro fractures or internal bleeding I can't find them." She muttered Violet, finishing her first physical inspection, hoping the creature was in perfect health.
The lover of literature has begun to observe the chest to check the respiratory movements, listen with the ear if there are respiratory noises, bring the cheek to the nose and mouth of the injured person to perceive the flow of air.
"The mask makes it difficult to identify the breath, but not impossible. In my opinion it breathes within the standard rhythms of its kind." She muttered Violet, quickly moving on to the third and final part of her "medical check", she checks her heart rate.
Violet rests her index and middle fingers on her raised chin, where there is a notch in the neck, just below the jaw, to the right of the larynx, slowly pressing her fingers there.
"The suit makes it difficult to identify the wrist." Violet said, failing to check her heart rate due to the creature's thick garment or a biological oddity about her.
Violet decides to rest her head against the creature's chest, finding the rhythm of ... two or three hearts?
"Other than the unknown number of hearts, I consider him to be fine. No noticeable wounds, no respiratory or heart problems. He must have just passed out." She concluded Violet, letting out a sigh of relief that she didn't know she was holding back, not needing to use her first aid kit.
"You're fine, probably. But what are you?" Violet asked, beginning to wonder about the creature she ... she inspected for medical aid purposes.
"An unknown life form with no precedent, could it be an alien or a laboratory experiment?" She muttered Violet, finding only two explanations for the creature's presence.
Most likely of all, Violet has found an alien, how and why she is in Duckburg is a puzzle to be solved for later.
The least likely, someone for an unknown reason did illegal experiments on monkeys, creating this creature that most likely came out of the laboratory.
"It can't be a lab experiment. The lab rats wore no clothes or precious jewelry." Violet said, shaking her head, erasing the theory of the escaped laboratory experiment that sounds something out of a science fiction movie in favor of the alien theory.
Perhaps some can say that aliens are more far-fetched than monsters created in an underground laboratory.
But what makes the most sense to Violet?
Does a man and / or woman of science often have a fortune to create an evolved being from a primate to lose them on the streets of Duckburg?
Not only do they lack logic, but creating a life form from scratch is too great a financial cost, full of philosophical controversies, with little to gain. It would be more profitable and easier to do research on genetics or another branch of science.
On the other hand, in an infinite universe full of billions of suns and as many planets, is it possible that the single world has had the good fortune to develop its own intelligent life?
For Violet, the alien theory is the most likely and the most correct, especially when she has turned her attention back to the clothing and equipment of the potential alien.
"He's wearing a suit made from an unknown polymer, covered with carvings I can't recognize." Violet muttered, looking carefully at the carvings on the suit and various pieces of armor.
Violet's more scholarly side is experiencing an unprecedented lust for study, her passion for history and ancient cultures made her an unofficial expert in dead languages, being able to identify dozens of scriptures at a glance.
The fact that he cannot recognize the symbols present on the clothing of the potential alien in the slightest stimulates his curiosity to an unprecedented level.
Who is this alien?
How did it get here?
Why is he in Duckburg?
What do these symbols mean?
How advanced is its technology?
What are the socio-cultural habits of your homeland?
A similar chain of questions is going through Violet's head, one after another, almost taking over.
The hummingbird girl took a deep inhale, then breathes, repeating the process several times, with each breath Violet calms down.
"Once he wakes up, you can get some answers, until then keep an eye on him and keep gathering information." Violet muttered, returning to think objectively and rationally.
"The stranger is well equipped, they recognize the equivalent of a semiautomatic pistol and a knife, even if the style and materials are unknown. Could it be a soldier?" Violet murmured, they glimpse various devices and weapons present on the body of the potential alien, making the hypothesis of the soldier or a belonging to a caste of warriors.
Violet is not a great techie, preferring by a long way to study traditional history and science, but she does recognize a piece of advanced technology.
Without a thorough examination, Violet can do nothing more than use her eye to infer the function of each device.
"On the shoulder there seems to be some kind of advanced blaster with a badge incorporated while on the forearm a kind of personal arm computer?" Violet muttered, focusing on the futuristic device that could hold a lot of information.
On the left shoulder of the potential alien is a strange indigo, black and white device built around a kind of metal badge. Put simply, it appears to be a blaster that can be held on the user's shoulder.
The entire left forearm is covered with a kind of Gauntlet or a metallic bracelet of silver-red color, with a rectangular screen.
"The otherworldly aspect and these advanced devices support my theory of the extraterrestrial.
Something like this can only be had by the richest people in the world or state-of-the-art research labs. "Violet said, lifting the left forearm of the potential alien so she could tinker with the futuristic device.
By randomly pressing the colored symbols on the screen, Violet brought up a red holographic interface that covers the entire left forearm, making sure to overlap with the physical body of the silver bracelet.
"Intriguing, a holographic interface that can be touched with bare hands." Violet commented, surely that not even Scrooge McDuck's research labs have anything like this locked away in such a small device.
"Audentes fortuna iuvat (fortune favors the bold)." Violet starred, continuing to see how this device works and what it may contain.
By pressing a button on the Gauntlet's physical screen, he was lucky enough to pop up a holographic screen, showing the image of the Titan, a gigantic corpse the size of the British Isles, used as the basis for the construction of a civilization known as the Boiling Isles.
Including the purple colored boiling sea and the red sky, main clues that it is not a remote and unknown corner of the Duckworld.
Violet remained silent looking at the photograph with graphics impossible for current technology.
He simply gestured with his hand on the surface of the holographic screen, hoping that it works like a smartphone screen.
The image of the Boiling Isles has been replaced with the image of Luz and Amity exercising with their magic sticks in the middle of the forest.
Violet continued to browse through the photo gallery further, getting the chance to see places, people and life forms that cannot exist in her world.
"Violet Apollonia Sabrewing you are the first person in history to make First Contact with an alien, you will end up in the Junior Woodchucks manual and in the history books." He muttered Violet, managing to stay calm in such a situation that can completely change the course of history and the evolution of the planet itself.
"First of all, I should try to wake the alien without frightening it.
I'd rather take him to a more civilized and hygienic spot than a street alley, but seriously doubt I can lift him. "Violet muttered, deciding it was the right time to wake the confirmed alien from his sleep.
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While Violet was doing her rescue / investigation operation, something is happening inside Arkan's "mental palace / inner world".
The Young Sorcerer found himself sitting on a chair fit for a king, made of pure gold, red upholstery, decorated with precious jewels.
Before him is the Fallen Angel who presented herself with her long and ridiculous stage name, Ailes Sieben Schläger Wahnsinn.
Ailes has remained identical to her previous appearance as a princess ballerina of the night, only for a small detail in folding her wings in a hooded robe, much like a poncho, taking on the appearance of a ghost princess.
"Hi, Ailes, you are doing a nice imitation of a Necrofriggian." Arkan said, cheerfully greeting his new roommate, feeling more willing than ever.
"Manager, I have to admit that I expected to have to carry most of the weight for the sake of my show.
Surprisingly, I found that you are more capable and cultured than I imagined.
Even if your personal aesthetic sense is a long way to go, look at this bad place except for a few details it's so lifeless. "Ailes declared, giving Arkan a compliment and insult, making dramatic gestures towards the surroundings.
This "mental palace / inner world" resembles the perfect combination of a library and a labyrinth.
The room here is Arkan and Ailes, it is absurdly large, made up entirely of shelves and books scattered endlessly.
It has a stone dome like ceiling, a cylindrical wall, which appears to be made of plain brick, with many layers of stairs built into the surface of the walls.
The distance between the ground floor and the library canopy - on the other side of the long gallery that stretches like a multi-story labyrinth - is easily at least 40 meters, corresponding to the size of a ten-story building in the real world.
The air inside the library is filled with a dry smell, reminiscent of time-worn paper.
The place is littered with shelves tens of meters large, filled with books of all shapes and sizes that talk about every type of possible subject.
A good part of these shelves are sealed with bars, chains and padlocks, wanting to prevent anyone from touching these books.
Somewhere within the frequent bifurcations and slopes of the shelves is a circular space, in which is the pompous chair with Arkan sitting on it.
Behind the golden chair are four doors of different shapes and sizes, all four positioned so as to form a semi-arch.
Around this circular space there are several semitransparent colored spheres of light having shimmering marks inside them.
"I like how this place is decorated. I allow myself to keep track of my knowledge and access it easily." Arkan stated, defending the aesthetics and design of this "mental palace / inner world".
"Yes he understands that you are single without a mistress, this place lacks a feminine touch.
If we add a stage, a piano, a chandelier, some flowers and some paintings and this place is going to be fabulous. "Ailes said, presenting some ideas to make this mental space more pleasant.
'I expected having a Fallen Angel inside me to be more dramatic, something like Naruto and Kurama or Ichigo and Hollow Ichigo.
Instead I find myself with an eccentric roommate who seems to want to renovate her house instead of chaining me and taking control of my body. ' Arkan thought, leaning his head against his fist, taking the pose of a bored king, not knowing if he should love or hate this trait of his new roommate.
"I love libraries, Amity and I became friends in a bookstore, then we became best friends and sisters in arms by fighting an imaginary monster in the library. Finally, we even had our first kiss in a library." She recounted the imaginary Luz of her, with a slight blush on her cheeks, remembering her first kiss with Amity, stepping out of one of the four doors located behind the golden chair.
"Luz, you shouldn't be here, I understand that you are the beneficial manifestation of my subconscious. But how can you be present up to this point in my psyche." Arkan asked, in an incredulous tone, jumping up from his chair, approaching his new roommate.
"I have been inside the soul of a great number of individuals over the millennia. But I have never seen anything like it, not even inside the minds of the mentally ill, the closest would be people suffering from multiple personalities." Ailes exclaimed, in a pleasantly surprised tone, smiling at the sight of Luz, no, she is actually smiling at what Luz represents, an unprecedented novelty.
"The only negative thing about being an interpreter with my experience is that in the long run there are very few shows that can surprise you." Ailes said, finding this event unprecedented entertainment and she wishes to watch it closely as it unfolds.
"If even the fallen angel sees my hallucinations / imaginary friend it means I'm the craziest man in history, worse than Dexter Morgan, or this Luz is not purely the result of a harvest of isolation and potion abuse." He muttered Arkan, having to decide what is worse for himself, the awareness of being insane or suffering from a second psychic invasion?
"Holmes, I repeat to you not a hallucination or an invader waiting for the opportune moment to attack." Luz stated, glancing at Ailes who snorted at Azula's fan comment.
"I'm your best friend who loves you and offers her unconditional emotional support." Luz said, approaching Arkan to give him a warm welcome back hug.
"Manager, you are a pretty messed up specimen. A girl shows up in your head and the only thing you get is a hug, it's no surprise this place is so boring." Ailes stated, once again criticizing Arkan's tastes in terms of both physical desire and aesthetics.
"Oh yeah, I'm crazy. And you're stuck here with me." Arkan stated, not giving too much weight to Ailes' criticism, preferring to highlight a more important factor, the fallen angel is stuck inside him at his messed up mind / soul.
"Well, I think it's a good idea, but then, I'm a madman's roommate." Ailes stated, with an intrigued look, deciding to launch her own rerun.
"By the way when you wake up, don't act aggressive, a girl has found you and is giving you first aid." Luz said, delivering information on what's really going on in the outside world.
"It means that we have to keep this discussion short, in a short time I have to wake up and see where I am exactly." Arkan said, wanting to get it over with this roommate meeting shortly.
His paranoid side is screaming to wake up immediately and take action before something bad happens to his physical body.
His good and more carefree side, which hasn't been felt for a month,
he eagerly desires to see a world where the entire population does not want to kill him and eat real food or read a book in blissful serenity.
"Ariel, then give me a little hint as to what's going on. We can't continue our collaboration if the phantom of the opera interrupts us every now and then." Arkan stated, wishing he could get out of here, but first he has to figure out what precisely this "Luz" is inside his head.
"Time to do a little introductory show to the mechanics of my new home." Ailes said, with a smile on her face, appreciating having the entire attention of the room on herself.
"The outside of this chamber is a maze city filled with traps and obstacles to prevent intruders from entering your mind, a manifestation of your mental defenses and willpower.
This room is the interminable area of your mind, keep your superficial thoughts and daily knowledge. "Ailes said, giving a general presentation of the interior and exterior of this place.
Arkan is not in the least interested in this tale, being the person who more or less created this place, even if mainly it was his subconscious and a whole life experience, if 300 days full of adventures and trauma can equate to a life of experiences.
Luz on the other hand is quite interested in learning more about how her best friend's mind works, the last time she was here with Amity they didn't have time to look deeper as they were busy solving a magical problem.
"These luminous spheres are representatives of your connections / contracts with various magical entities, all of them appear to be in a state of deep sleep. It will take a long time to awaken them from their slumber." Ailes commented, nodding to the dozens of glowing spheres decorated with glittering brands floating around the library.
"These four doors lead to the most primal and heavily protected parts of your mind." Ailes declared, doing a pirouette, that is a turn done on the tip of one foot, landed in front of the doors.
With a couple of dance moves, Alcatraz arrives to stand in front of the first of four doors in this mental palace / inner world.
"During my various travels and performances on various stages I have seen similar manifestations, each of these doors leading to a specific part of your essence." Ailes said, understanding at a glance what these doors are and where they lead.
The first gate, a modern white metal door, equipped with an electronic lock. Above it is a plaque that reads: My Room.
"My Room, simple enough to understand, a room for the most intimate and personal thoughts, as well as keeping your memories. I have never seen such a lock, another novelty." Ailes said, leaning forward to be able to take a closer look at the electric lock, finding it very fascinating.
"Maybe I let Edric and Emira invade Amity's privacy, I won't let you do something like this with Holmes." Luz declared aloud, grabbing Ailes by her hand and dragging her away from the door, My Room.
"Ailes, you are not allowed to put feet or one of your wings in that room!" Arkan said, in an authoritarian tone, ready to fight for hours and take drastic measures to prevent anyone from getting into that part of his mind.
"I am a professional actress, perfectly capable of separating private from professional life. I am only interested in the well-being of the show, nothing more, nothing less." Ailes replied, seeming offended that she may be interested in Arkan's worldly desires and intimate thoughts, finding them unnecessary material to her creative process.
Ailes walks to the second gate, this time accompanied by Luz and Arkan who they find less than a meter behind her.
This door is more fanciful and darker than My Room, factory to resemble a heavily strengthened medieval gate to withstand a prolonged siege or lock up something powerful.
The gate is made of a black material, decorated with iron bars, a complex lock mechanism worthy of a bank, all covered with dozens of silver chains that pass through the bars and hundreds of padlocks.
The word Alcatraz is engraved on the surface of the gate.
"Alcatraz, a dressing room to keep the most frenetic actors in their place and repress your most traumatic experiences. Small curiosity seems to be open only from the outside.
I perceive the presence of various entities, mainly demons, someone enjoys collecting and locking monsters inside him.
You're taking the phrase, Inner Demons to a too literal sense. "Ailes said, with a mischievous smile, taking a twisted pleasure in this discovery, demons and similar entities are locked up and subjected to the will of his Manager.
"If you make a scene, you'll end up locked up behind that door." Arkan has issued a warning to the Fallen Angel, quite confident that Alcatraz could contain an unruly new roommate, perhaps not indefinitely, but enough to give them a moment of respite.
"I strongly doubt that it will ever happen, I am an irreplaceable star, without me the show will end." Ailes stated, not believing that Arkan and Alcatraz can lock its splendor behind a miserable door.
"You can not fight, I'm sincerely curious to see the ending, maybe we can find out how I got here?" Luz said, not wanting to become the mediator between Arkan and Ailes, she is enough and advances her current role as mediator between Arkan and Amity.
"Perfect, not even the psychic hallucination / manifestation itself knows its origin." Arkan commented, finding this little revelation to be a bad sign.
"Can any of you two tell me what your birth was like?" Luz asked a good question, no one being in the world remembers the exact process with which he appeared to the world, the same is true for Angels and similar entities who appeared simply without understanding the mechanisms behind their creation.
Arkan and Ailes were silent for a moment, having to give Luz a point.
The first is an amnesiac with only 300 of memory, his origins are shrouded in the deepest mystery and from the current findings, his birth was not normal and / or his parents were not completely human.
The second is a Fallen Angel, a celestial being created by God himself, a moment he did not exist then suddenly exists in a huge room surrounded by his fellows with a giant in front of him and his first creations, the archangels.
"Let's go to the next gate." He suggested Luz, seeing that the young sorcerer and the fallen angel are lost in their respective theories and memory of their "birth".
Arkan and Ailes just nod in agreement with Luz's proposal.
The third gate is the most diverse state of all, having an otherworldly aura.
A frame of pure celestial gold decorated with symbols incomprehensible to everyone, even a Fallen Angel.
The door itself possesses a shimmering golden aesthetic, giving off liquefied specks of gold dust that swirl from the edge of the door to vanish.
The surface of the door is decorated with what appear to be a hundred different constellations, forming a one-of-a-kind starry sky.
Finally, there is no handle, this means it is a one-way street.
"Three news in a single day, something like this hasn't happened in a very long time." Ailes said, smiling genuinely having not gotten such fun since humans invented naval warfare, theater, and poetry.
Ailes took a step towards the otherworldly door, wanting to take a closer look at it and understand how it works.
Once she took her first step, a shiver ran through her entire body, sending out a warning not to get any closer.
"This is not a creation of your mind. It was created from something powerful, truly powerful at the level of an Archangel or King of a Divine Pantheon, I dare say even something close to the power of my Father." Ailes said, trying and failing to hide a tone of fear in his voice.
It doesn't help that he is slowly backing away from the discomfort caused by the proximity to the third door.
"Do managers and Kuroko have an idea what could have created such an opening?" She asked Ailes, getting behind Arkan and Luz, wanting to have something between herself and the otherworldly door.
The grimace on Arkan's face is a clear sign that he doesn't want to talk to Ailes about Celestial House and his mysterious benefactor.
For this reason, Luz decided to provide a different to move the discussion to something else.
"Kuroko?" Luz asked, never having heard this foreign word, delivering a great diversion for someone who likes to explain at any time of day.
"Kuroko can be translated as the black man or black clothes, they are theatrical machinists foreseen in the traditional works of the Japanese theater who, during their work, wear particular black clothes that cover them entirely.
In kabuki the kurokos perform many of the functions performed by the technicians who normally work behind the scenes of the scene.
Among their tasks there are those related to moving the backdrops present on the stage; moving objects used during the performance; provide assistance during the change of scenes and clothes.
Kurokos are also often used to represent animals or other roles that do not require an actor to play but can be rendered by holding or moving an object. "Arkan said, providing the definition and a brief description of what a kuroko is.
"It's nice to hear I'm not the only one with a little culture." Ailes commented, appreciating that he wasn't the only person in the room who knows the art of theatricality.
"This means that my presence is recognized. Will you stop considering me a hallucination or an imaginary friend?" Luz asked, hoping that Arkan would stop referring to her as a mental problem of unknown origin.
"If you act like Luz and aren't planning anything nefarious I can recognize you as a valid replacement for Luz, until I get home and meet the real Luz." Arkan said, willing to give it a try with this Luz-like entity residing in his mind.
What does a man do to have a keepsake of his loved ones and get a great guard dog to keep an eye on a fallen angel.
"This is progress!" Luz exclaimed, in a joyful tone, giving Arkan a second hug.
"Manager, your kuroko came out this door, right?" Ailes said, shifting his attention to the fourth and final gate, ignoring the existence of the heavenly gate.
This door is the most normal of all, a simple wooden door, with an old metal handle.
The symbol of the Star of Atlantis is engraved on the top of the door. Under the symbol there are seven small boxes on which photos can be inserted, three arranged horizontally above and four below.
The first two of the seven boxes are already filled, having the image of Luz and Amity.
Below the mosaic of images is the inscription: Rounds of Lionheart.
"This gate was created recently, it doesn't even have 24 hours of existence.
It seems to have a two-way link between you and what Kuroko is, but I believe you can close and open the link at your will, judging by the key in the lock. "Ailes observed, pointing to an old key in the lock of this one. brings.
"What are we waiting for, let's enter, cross the threshold and find out what they really are!" She exclaimed the counterpart of Luz Noceda, she is always ready to live a new adventure.
"Every time we walk through a strange, potentially magical door we are in a lot of trouble." Arkan commented, having a pretty long personal list of how many times he and Luz went through a mysterious door and ended up in a bunch of problems.
"In the end it all ends well, we chased Eda in the Boiling Isles, we had a great time for the duration of the summer holidays. I found the love of my life, you made a long list of potential girlfriends, we saved the world. " Luz generally recounted the happiest events and love successes that happened on the Boiling Isles, leaving out all the pain, trauma, time travel and the many difficulties to face.
"Surely you behave like the real Luz, you always manage to convince me to do a madness for free." He muttered Arkan, turning his gaze to Ailes, having a petty idea that promises results.
"Ladies first, tell me if there are any traps or unwanted guests!" Arkan declared, opening the door and pushing the fallen angel inside, then hastily closed the door.
Luz glanced over, not appreciating Arkan's gesture.
"Manager, Kuroko, this room is not a trap, it is a green room and there is a guest waiting for you." Ailes stated, speaking loudly to be heard through the door.
"Green Room?" Luz asked, not knowing the term.
"In show business, the green room is the space in a theatre or similar venue that functions as a waiting room and lounge for performers before, during, and after a performance or show when they are not engaged on stage. Green rooms typically have seating for the performers, such as upholstered chairs and sofas." Ha detto Arkan, non potendo fare a meno di raccontare spiegazioni. Allungando la mano il giovane stregone apre la porta ed entra dentro alla green room.
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Ailes, Arkan and Luz entered the Green Room, finding a spacious and elegant green room, with walls covered with paintings, feet of Victorian chairs around it and walls.
In the middle of the room sitting in a chair is a very close acquaintance of Luz and Arkan.
"Mi Corazón estoy muy feliz de verte! (My Heart I'm so happy to see you!)" Luz shouted, jumping on top of Amity to hug and kiss her.
Amity is a Witch of the Boiling Isles, very pretty and a little taller than Luz,
he has pale skin, golden eyes, pointed ears.
Her hair is lilac colored and she wears it down with a bob cut.
She wears a short sleeved black dress with orchid leggings and black pointy shoes with gold crescent buckles.
"Manager, you are not such a boring man, your mind contains two younger and prettier girls kissing in front of you.
Being a spectator isn't bad, but I much prefer the men attending. "Ailes said, with a mischievous smile on his face, whether he's talking seriously or just joking with Arkan is a mystery.
Arkan doesn't respond to Ailes' taunt, preferring to concentrate on finding out why Luz and Amity are inside his head.
Ailes decided to step aside and observe the scene between his Manager, Kuroko and the Machinist.
"Amity, because I'm not surprised to see you here, wherever Luz goes, you chase her like a lovesick puppy." Arkan declared aloud, forcing the human and the witch to stop expressing their love in front of everyone.
Lumity reluctantly stopped kissing, realizing they have an audience in front of them.
Luz's entire face is red with embarrassment, realizing that she has overdone her affection, acting as if Amity is her long-lost love.
Amity blushes less, giving Arkan a bad look for ruining the moment with her Amor.
"I didn't want to be in your mind of all places either, as they say one round is enough. But I can't leave Luz alone with you, you will endanger her with your investigation or research." Amity stated, crossing her arms and walking towards Arkan, followed behind by Luz.
"This is Amity's typical jealous and possessive response. I still don't understand what you two are, but you definitely act like the real Amity and Luz." Arkan muttered, smirking, trying to see the good part of the deal, he has the presence and support of his best friend and his best friend's girlfriend.
'This means I'm stuck having an Amity counterpart in my head indefinitely. I'll have unprecedented headaches. ' Arkan thought, realizing the bad part of this situation, being stuck 24/7 with a 15-year-old teenage Witch with a "love-hate" relationship here.
"Amity, you've always been the smart one of the couple. When you appeared in this, Green Room, do you remember anything?" Arkan asked, getting straight to the point with no problems.
"In the shadow of the king, all those who support him lie invisible and unrecognized." Amity replied, trying to sound enigmatic and mysterious, managing to charm Luz who went completely red in her face.
"Don't play the cryptic Witch, I'm the one who loves to play these mind tricks." Arkan stated, wanting a sensible answer from Amity, not having the desire or the energy to handle something like that.
"For you, though, the idea of these invisible allies is a bit more literal. I don't know how or why, but before you came out of Purgatory you awakened the ability to manifest replicas within your shadow and in your mind. perfect of your closest allies. " Amity delivered the long-awaited answer from the young wizard.
When Luz's awesome girlfriend delivered this description for the newly manifested ability, something clicked in Arkan's mind.
"Rounds of Lionheart." He muttered Arkan, poking his forehead, remembering that before using the Blackened Denarius and seeing Shadow Luz, he experienced a familiar tingle that only appears when his benefactor decides to throw a bone at him.
"Nice name for a friend who invokes friends and allies." Commented Luz, as she rests her head on Amity's shoulder, finding the name Rounds of Lionheart fantastic.
'A little over a month of complete silence, Celestial House decided to give me a gift, no release from captivity, no, I receive the power to use my shadow to create perfect simulacra of my closest allies.' Arkan thought, realizing what really happened.
"Manager apparently got your answer." Ailes said, in an intrigued tone, having found something new and interesting about Arkan.
"I don't want to argue with a Fallen Angel and a Jealous Witch, I prefer to wake up." Arkan stated, often having enough time inside his Mindscape.
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They return to the real world.
Arkan is starting to wake up, the first thing he perceives is a girl's voice.
"Wake up, you have to wake up." You said the voice of a certain hummingbird girl.
Arkan blinks as he gets used to the first and true ray of light he receives from his often month in purgatory.
The Young Sorcerer begins to moan when he has felt something probably a hand hitting and prodding his ribs, a fairly effective method of awakening and / or irritating a person.
"You woke up, you're okay, do you understand what I'm saying?" She asked the hummingbird girl, slightly worried that Arkan isn't waking up or answering her questions.
"Maybe you suffer from a concussion celebrate, in which case I should call an ambulance." She said Violet, before she could reach out to pick up her phone.
Arkan suddenly reaches out and grabs Violet's wrist without even bothering to look in her direction.
"I'm awake, I don't suffer from any serious injuries or illnesses, I understand you perfectly, calling an ambulance is a bad idea." Arkan communicated, releasing his grip on Violet's wrist, rising quietly to her feet, noting that he is more than a foot tall than the girl who woke her.
"A little anthropomorphic bird girl, not the most bizarre life form I've seen so far." He muttered Arkan, having accepted Violet's cartoonish appearance without too much trouble, having been in far stranger situations thanks to Luz, Thor and other acquaintances in the wizarding world.
On the other hand, Violet was silent for a moment about what just happened and how Arkan responded.
Arkan married the gaze towards the street, noting the presence of dozens of anthropomorphic animals that are living everyday life.
'Toto, I've got a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore.' Arkan thought, raising his left arm to use his Personal Arm Computer, pressing a button to get essential information about his surroundings.
"How do you understand and speak my language perfectly, have some kind of advanced translator or did you study the planet from a safe distance before coming here." Violet said, asking the first question that crosses his head.
'He believes that I am an alien, in some sense with good reason, I am a xenon from a completely different place. I can use this bias in my favor. ' He thought Arkan, realizing that Violet thinks her origins are extraterrestrial instead of extra-dimensional.
"The first theory is the right one, he has a foreign language translator device, but I ditched it in favor of a technique / skill obtained by the people of Thor.
Allspeak or All-Tongue, a mystical and / or psychic ability that allows me to communicate and make other intelligent beings understand that I perceive what I say in their mother tongue. "Arkan replied, shifting his attention to the Silver Gauntlet, seeing that the analysis of the atmosphere is complete.
"Good news, the atmosphere is breathable, finally I can take off this gas mask." He muttered Arkan, carelessly removing his futuristic mask, revealing paler skin than the rest of his face, dry lips and a small nose.
"I was right that you look like a primate, the easy structure fits perfectly with that of a primate." She observed Violet, happy to have guessed the similarities between the alien and the apes.
"Baby, I'm willing to play the 100 questions game, but in return I want a meal and a good read in a quiet place." Arkan stated the price of him for answering Violet's questions.
"Those are acceptable terms, Mr. ..." Violet said, agreeing to temporarily provide assistance to the alien in exchange for unique knowledge of its kind.
"Arkan." The young sorcerer replied, having no problem offering his alias to the first native he met in this world of anthropomorphic animals.
"Violet." She said the literature lover, reaching out her feather-covered hand to shake Arkan's bare hand.
So in a dirty alley, near the dumpster of a mediocre restaurant, a Model Student and a Detective Occult had the first contact between their worlds.
Continues ...
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Power received during the last day of captivity in Purgatory:
■ Rounds of Lionheart (Fate/Legends - God Save the Queen)(600): In the shadow of the king, lies all those who support him unseen and unrecognised. Royalty naturally takes the focus of history, the figures whose decisions change the fate of nations, and their servants are often forgotten behind them. For you though, the idea of these unseen allies is quite a bit more literal. Those who form a bond with you in their lives, even an antagonistic one, can be summoned by you to act as a Servant for your cause. The target must accept to aid you, making it rare but not impossible for your enemies to give aid, but manifest immediately to you if they do. Normally, each summoned Servant would require a hefty price of mana as upkeep to remain summoned even for weaker allies, but your chosen ones manifest within your shadow. This reduces the drain to a small constant, making it possible for notably magical warriors to maintain up to seven useful allies without feeling much strain. Within the shadow, they are each aware of your surroundings and able to communicate with you mentally to provide advice or warnings, though you must verbally respond for them to hear you. They can briefly and partially manifest from the shadow at a small cost of energy, handing you tools they have access to or even firing off attacks and special techniques available to them. They can act without input from you, shielding blindspots and weaknesses but all energy costs they must meet come from your own stores. Full manifestation of these Servants is possible but would require you to pay the entire cost of their upkeep, a hefty requirement for even a single ally. Within your shadow, each ally appears in a mental world of their choice, a place that you can mentally place yourself to talk and interact 'in person', even taking others you are in contact with to the mental realm.