Hello everyone! I bring to you the next chapter in this series! I must say that I like this one a lot. You'll tell me what you think of it in the comments, I hope to hear your feedback! :)

A lot more events are going to take place pretty soon ;) If you thought that all of this was insane, wait for it! Pit's dimension being threatened, Pittoo will need several other beings in order to save the day! Now I can't tell you who they are going to be, of course, but I'd say that you should be quite fond of them. You'll have to wait and see! On that note, I shall leave you to read!

See you in the next one!

Until then,

Yours truly, Circle of J.

/!\ Warning: Mild gore elements /!\

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters from the Kid Icarus series. The deities mentioned are taken from Greek Mythology, remastered the way I imagine them. What I own, on the other hand, is the plot.

Kid Icarus: Heirs of the Light

Chapter 14: Defeated

"Pittoo, don't give up now…" Pit whispered in his ear, a hand stroking his dark counterpart's cheek with unexpected tenderness. "You can't let them win, you're better than they'll ever be. Stand up."

"Pit… Pit, come… help me…" Dark Pit breathed in heavily, trying to ignore the roaring pain in his entire body, and shot another one of those upgraded versions of Monoeyes. Magnus had been defeated, lying on the ground, immobile, but the dark angel wasn't quite done yet with the Underworld forces. Even though he couldn't stand up anymore, sitting on the ground with his face covered with blood, he would fight until his last breath. But there were so many remaining enemies, the stream of Monoeyes and Komaytos simply never ended.

"You can do it, I know you can… You have to fight for him, for me…" Pit murmured.

"For you… For him…" Dark Pit looked over his shoulder, checking on his human friend, and felt tears in his eyes. He probably wouldn't make it out alive, his injuries were too serious and they had nothing to treat them with. The road to the next hot spring was long, Magnus would stop breathing before they reached it. The dark angel regained his strength thinking about it, because he had to go to the bottom of this, he had to save the human, it couldn't be otherwise. He had brought him into this fight in the first place, and he would make sure that he'd go home safely.

A Monoeye shot a laser beam in his shoulder, causing Dark Pit to screech in pain and fall back down when he had just managed to stand up. "No, Pittoo!" This time, he knew he wouldn't do it again, he knew he'd stay on the ground. He held his staff, aimed it at the Monoeye that attacked him, but another one shot his arm, making him drop his weapon and carving a bleeding hole in his elbow. Dark Pit didn't give up though, forcing himself on his feet despite the overwhelming pain in his pierced thighs, then dashed to the side to grab his staff back.

"Pit… I… I love you…" he managed to articulate.

"I love you too," Pit answered in a soft voice that Dark Pit had never heard from him before. "Fight, my Pittoo."

Dark Pit gulped down the blood in his mouth and nodded, though tears were running freely down his cheeks due to the horrendous pain he felt everywhere. Yet he charged a shot and decimated a few monsters, but more of them were already above him. It was impossible that he would make it out in one piece, they were way too strong. The dark angel felt his legs give out and soon fell to the ground, face first against the cold stone. He tried to stand back up, to fight more in the name of his angel of light, to defend his friend, but his body wouldn't allow him to move an inch. The Monoeyes gathered around him, just about to kill him off when a voice erupted from the skies: "Stop!"

Dark Pit couldn't help but feel grateful, even though he despised her so dearly. She had just saved his life, whether it was on purpose or not. The angel darted a frightened look towards his human friend, who moaned in pain, thus confirming that he was still alive. "Magnus…" he tried to call him, but his voice had died in his throat. As soon as he had talked to the human, Pit disappeared from his sight in a halo of golden light. Dark Pit blinked, momentarily blinded by the sudden brightness, and cleared his voice to try and call for Magnus again. However, that only resulted in him tasting his own blood, that was flowing in his mouth. He spit it on the ground, coughing, but the more he did the more pain he felt throughout his body.

Medusa appeared in the skies, smiling like she always was despite the circumstances, and leaned in to look at the two intruders. "Oh Dark Pit! What a treat, I wonder why you have come to my land."

Dark Pit groaned, coughed again because of it, and managed to turn his head to face the Goddess of Darkness. He had to gather the very last of his strengths to sit up. He found himself absolutely unable to say a word, much to his dismay, but that only pleased Medusa, who couldn't help but sneer at his physical state. "Looking for something, I see. May I be of any help?"

Dark Pit glanced at Magnus, sadness filling his red eyes since the human had stopped moving. He tried to reach out for him but he could barely lift his arm. Please, stay alive for me… I beg you, he thought, hoping it would be loud enough for the human to hear him. If you don't do it for me, do it for Pit… He's there with us, please… Please, don't do this to us… Open your eyes…

"Worried about your little friend?" Medusa inquired, since she noticed the sorrow in the dark angel's eyes. She snapped her fingers and a hot spring appeared out of nowhere, a few meters away from the unconscious human. The Goddess moved closer and pushed his motionless form into the water with her truly gigantic hand. "Here, that will fix him right up."

Dark Pit gazed at Magnus, who indeed had started breathing again and whose wounds were disappearing. He instantly felt relieved when he saw the wonders of the waters working on a human being when they shouldn't have. He was aware that humans could not be healed by the holy waters of hot springs, but somehow he didn't care at the moment. Maybe it was thanks to that necklace he wore again around his neck—Dark Pit had been clever enough to give it to him before they went against the monsters of the Underworld, thinking it'd increase his chances of survival. The dark angel silently thanked whatever God had given him that idea, since it really did save his friend's life. Sometimes, I should really praise myself: I can have amazing ideas.

Medusa's hand slowly started pushing Dark Pit towards the hot spring, and he had sincerely no will of holding it back. The horde of Monoeyes watched the spectacle as the dark angel rolled on the ground, leaving trails of blood behind him. He moaned in pain but didn't fight back, accepting the help he could get. Even if it came from his enemy, he wasn't in a position to spit on her hand. When his body sank in the holy water, all of his injuries vanished in the blink of an eye, as well as the pain crippling his body. He felt good as new—well, almost, his right leg was a little stiff. Nonetheless, Dark Pit dared hope that the curse Medusa had cast on him was gone as well, but quickly pouted when he touched his cheek: still there, burning, solidifying. Medusa smiled and stood back up, glancing at the two intruders. "Now, tell me that I'm not looking out for you, Dark Pit!"

"Thanks… for saving him…" Dark Pit tried to say, but his voice kept cracking up in his throat. However he didn't pay any attention to it, focusing on the Goddess who stood in the distance. He knew that she wasn't helping them for free; she must have been hoping for something in return. He'd never surrender to her orders, if that was what she wished. Dark Pit furrowed his brows, taking a sharp expression, and stood on his feet. Now his tunic was soaked, but he admitted that it was the least of his worries at the moment. Instead, he turned towards Magnus and helped him out of the water once each and every one of his injuries had vanished.

"Aw, don't thank me! It's natural, anything for my favorite subordinate," Medusa smirked, observing Dark Pit's every move, then she folded her arms. "Where do you think you're going?"

Dark Pit kept silent for a moment, checking Magnus' pulse, and eventually looked up at the Goddess. He wore his bored look, frowned eyebrows and smirk on the lips: he was back to his attitude. The dark angel challenged the Goddess of Darkness with a playful gleam in his ruby eyes when he asked, a hand on his hip: "Why'd you care?"

Medusa shrugged and her smirk only grew wider when she saw that he was back to his true, inner self. There was the angel that she wanted in her ranks: a strong character, witty and aggressive. Exactly the type of commander that she was looking for this whole time—Thanatos had done a rather good job in the past, but it was true that he was a beginner compared to Dark Pit, by the look of it! The dark angel had the personality needed to command an army. She wouldn't give up until he was on her side, whether she'd have to force him to be or not. Medusa eyed at the two smaller figures that had started going away while she was lost in her own thoughts, and attempted to stop them by slamming her fist in front of them.

Dark Pit raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, and took out his staff to shoot it. The Goddess winced at the piercing pain and quickly drew her hand back. "There's nowhere you can go, Dark Pit!" she said, her voice roaring with the anger she felt overtaking. "There's no hole you can hide in where I won't find you!"

"Look at Mrs. Snakey-head over here threatening me!" Dark Pit growled, then he leaned over to Magnus and picked him up. "Shut up, you're giving me a headache."

Medusa frowned, unhappy with the way he treated his natural superior, and was about to slam her fist on the two of them before she was interrupted by a blue flash of light. She jumped back, taken aback, and examined her hand to see that she had a cut running along its side. Even Dark Pit looked surprised by the sudden attack, for he did not have seen it coming either. His red eyes then focused on… nothing—there was definitely nothing there—and his lips bore certainly the biggest smile they could have. "You're real!" he exclaimed, though Medusa had no idea of whom he was talking to.

The Goddess of Darkness tried to attack him again while he wasn't looking, to increase her chances of killing him, but, once more, a blue arrow hit her palm and forced her to retreat. These were very strong, and strangely familiar… But she couldn't put her finger on what they were. Dark Pit glanced at the Goddess of Darkness, who was vanishing into nothing along with the hundreds of Monoeyes surrounding them. His heart was pounding in his chest; he couldn't believe his eyes. He turned back to face none other than his Pit, bewildered by his sight: he was still one of his illusions, right? How did he… hit Medusa? So he was real! The dark angel felt his heart beating faster and teared up; he had missed him so much… His angel, his light, his magnificent little Pit.

Pit turned to look at him, lowering his precious Palutena Bow that he had used against Medusa, and smiled. He was reassured to see that Dark Pit hadn't been wounded—but fortunately, his timing had been beyond perfect. "Pittoo!" he screamed at the top of his lungs, heavy tears in the corner of his eyes, then he ran towards his twin and took him in a warm embrace.

It felt too real, too genuine to be denied; it had to be happening, and the dark angel couldn't believe it. His Pit was back, he was there! But… What about the statue in Skyworld? Dark Pit blinked, at a loss for words, and pushed those thoughts aside in order to hug Pit back… Only to find out that his arms went right through him. "What—How—?"

"I… I don't know," Pit replied, frowning at what had just happened. "Maybe it's because I'm not really there."

"Are you not? But you shot her with your arrows! And you're hugging me right now, I-I feel it Pit!"

"You told me yourself that I was a trick of your brain," Pit said. He looked all the more serious, which was one thing that Dark Pit hated above all. Pit was usually such a sunshine, always smiling, always cheerful… Seeing him worried did not please his darker twin in the slightest. Pit pecked him on the cheek, then stepped back and gazed at him with such passion that Dark Pit thought that he was dreaming.

Maybe he was, after all. The dark angel pouted, murmured that it was 'unfair that you can touch me but I can't', and glanced at Magnus. The human was just starting to wake up from his comatose. Dark Pit's wings jerked up with excitement: he wanted to ask him if he felt alright, but he felt Pit's persistent sapphire eyes on his back. If he talked to Magnus, the light angel would vanish again, and that was the last thing he wanted to happen. Since he had so many questions on his mind, that he had stocked up for the last few days, he thought that it wasn't the best option to cut his conversation with Pit short; quite the opposite. Magnus was a big guy, he could pick himself up without needing Dark Pit's assistance, right? Well, he better, since the dark angel didn't intend to help him out. He spun around, faced his dear lighter version, and hesitated before starting to talk, impatient to get answers: "Pit, I—"

"Shh, Pittoo, I know," Pit assured, then he clicked his tongue and frowned. Dark Pit hated this expression on his face, it didn't suit him, though he didn't mention it and waited for his lighter counterpart to continue. "Though questions can be answered later. For now, you two should keep walking, we don't have a lot of time left before your wings stop working. I want you out of here before tomorrow."

Dark Pit shook his head and moved closer to Pit, wanting to hold him back; he didn't have the time to however. As soon as Dark Pit was in front of him, just about to 'rest' his forehead against his own, Pit disappeared in that same halo that always absorbed him. On the brink of tears, the dark angel shook himself out of it and glanced over to Magnus, who was now standing up and looking around in confusion. Dark Pit folded his arms, smirking, and raised an eyebrow at his perplexed expression. "Took you long enough to wake up, Magnus."

Magnus eyed at him, surprised, and scratched the back of his head. He didn't feel any pain lingering in his body anymore, although he'd have sworn that he was nearly killed in this fight… Speaking of the fight, where were the enemies? The sky above them was empty. Did Dark Pit deal with all of them on his own? And why was he wet? It was as if he had just taken a bath… Wait—Was there a hot spring there before? He couldn't remember seeing one, though it was there in front of his eyes… Just how many things had happened during his short slumber? "Uhm, what exactly happened here? Did you beat them, angel?" Magnus inquired, hoping that the dark angel would give him a heads up on the events.

Dark Pit slightly nodded and his smirk grew wider—showing off, as usual—before he ran his red orbs along the human's body. That was rather unsettling, but Magnus decided not to pay attention to it. "You expected me to lose against those scums?"

Magnus honestly couldn't help but nod, much to Dark Pit's irritation. Instead of snapping at him, the dark angel leaned forward, picked up his staff that looked intact despite the number of hits it must have taken during the battle, and started walking off at a fast pace. Magnus frowned, still staring at the hot spring that he could swear wasn't there when he fell down, but followed Dark Pit, for he wouldn't wait for him anyways. "So why exactly do you need that stabilizer thing?" he asked Dark Pit, trying to make conversation with the strangely focused angel.

"It stabilizes the energy of whatever is placed in it, like I have told you, remember?" Dark Pit replied, looking at him over his shoulder. He was still a little upset, but tried not to show any of it. "You see that necklace you're wearing? Goddess Aphrodite told me that it was the key to the only portal leading back to my dimension. However, she also warned me that it can only be used once before shattering and being lost forever."

Magnus frowned, wondering what he was getting at with this explanation, before he decided to simply ask for clarifications: "What does this have to do with the stabilizer?"

Dark Pit rolled eyes, though his gentle smile didn't tell the same story: he was far from annoyed, contrary to the impression he tried to convey. Magnus had noticed just how much the angel liked to explain things, how much he loved to be the smartass in the crowd. "If I can put the stone in the stabilizer—hopefully I will—when I open the portal, it will loop its energy and keep it going, without it shattering."

"So, keep the portal open even after you've walked in."

"In other words."

Magnus nodded, starting to understand. That would allow Dark Pit to come back whenever he wanted to, even after he had left to his home dimension. Though one question remained… "Wouldn't the portal stay open for anyone to walk in if you did that?"

"I'd hope!" Dark Pit exclaimed, before he furrowed his brows and looked at where he was leading them. "But enough chatting for now, we have things to attend to. I'll tell you more once we reach the cave."

The human walked behind the angel, still a little confused about Dark Pit's plan that he only knew partly, and kept silent while the dark version of Pit looked above the tall, extremely tall cliff in front of them, blocking their path. He clicked his tongue and pulled Magnus close to him before flying up at high speed, since he claimed they had wasted enough time and needed to hurry. Magnus honestly couldn't agree more; the atmosphere of the Underworld felt awfully oppressive, even more for a mere human like he was. The sooner they got out of there, the better he'd feel.

Once they set foot on land, all the way up the cliff, Dark Pit started scanning the horizon. Magnus, on the other hand, only cared for his breathing, that had been compromised by the speed at which they had flawn up the cliff. He coughed, doing his very best to keep his calm, then caught the angel's eyes on him and forced himself back up. He didn't want to be made fun of at the moment, so he had to play it off as though he hadn't felt a thing. Dark Pit looked satisfied with that and led them along a path made of spiky rocks, that Magnus quite frankly hated to step on. His shoes were not made for that! He winced and hissed at every step he took, and secretly hoped that the path would soon go back to its previously soft rocks.

Dark Pit turned to him, seemingly pissed off by his constant whining, and told him to suffer in silence. Soon enough, they found another one of these caves, and the angel's wings perked up at the sight. "Bingo," he said under his breath, not wanting to seem too ecstatic—although he really was, no denying it.

Magnus glanced at the cave and gulped; it was dark in there, a little too much for comfort. However, he didn't manifest his fear and followed the dark angel who guided him. Then their previous conversation came back to his mind and he asked: "So, what's the idea once you've gotten the portal to stay open?"

"What in the Underworld—?" Dark Pit frowned, wondering what he meant, before his eyes lit with realization and he answered: "Oh, of course. I'll ask Hermes for my well-deserved favor."

"But didn't—" Magnus started, then he interrupted himself. He understood what the angel had done there. Since the two dimensions couldn't communicate, Hermes from his dimension wouldn't know that he had already asked a favor to the Hermes of this dimension… "Clever little bastard."

Dark Pit laughed at that, his eyes gleaming mischievously. Then he began walking again, focused on listening in, to see if some enemies were around. He was surprised to find that there were almost none across the first tunnel. Magnus wanted to ask him other questions regarding his plan, mainly to know what the favor would be, but he thought that he already had an idea: it would be to save Pit. A God as powerful as Hermes could probably save an angel from a stone prison, right? Or at least, he'd be able to find some other God who could—Zeus, for instance. A God had less chances of being denied help than an angel, since according to Pit, they were quite insignificant to the 'Upper Beings'.

Magnus followed Dark Pit for what seemed like an eternity of endless tunnels. They had to hide from several enemies that passed by, jumping out of their way and retreating behind pillars, but they eventually reached… a sort of ossuary. Piles of bones everywhere, all around them, but at least no Underlings. Dark Pit jumped down, his feet immediately sinking under dozens of bones, and gritted his teeth to contain his profound disgust. "Nasty…"

Magnus looked at him from above, not sure he wanted to go down and swim in bones, and made sure that no Underworld enemy would creep up behind him. "Yeah, I'm definitely not following you in there, angel: you're on your own." Thus he took his position, as guardian of the entrance.

Dark Pit ventured amongst the endless amount of bones, fists clenched, when a light glimmer caught his eyes: the stabilizer. It looked very different from what he would've thought, but he knew it was it; it had a roundish shape with a hole in the middle, big enough to fit a stone like his own. The dark angel forced his way to the artifact and felt instantly relieved when his hand grasped it. "I've got it," he told Magnus, whom he thought had followed him since he hadn't heard him before, then raised his head when met with no response. He saw Magnus standing at the entrance, his sword in hand and turning his back to him. "Magnus, what in the Underworld are you doing up there?! You were supposed to follow me!"

The human turned around and nodded. "I was supposed to, but I wasn't too thrilled by the setting."

"Aw, you scared~?"

"You have the thing?" Magnus asked him, rolling eyes, and he smiled when the angel nodded in response. "Then come back up here. Let's head towards Mount Olympus before you turn into a living statue."

Dark Pit agreed and flapped his wings, except that they were buried under bones. Magnus laughed behind him, which only made the angel more aggro. The human darted a look towards him, grinning widely at the sight before him. "Could it be that you're stuck, angel?"

"Could it be that you're not helping me?!" the dark angel snapped at him.

Magnus raised an eyebrow, deeply amused by Dark Pit's attitude despite his intense struggle. "You haven't asked, though even then I wouldn't have. This is just too entertaining."

Dark Pit cursed, wiggled around to push off the bones that bothered him, and his wings suddenly stretched out. He fluttered them and immediately flew high enough to get out of the pile of remains—he silently thanked Zeus for that, since he was starting to get worried for his last tunic. The dark angel landed next to Magnus, pulled him by the waist despite his heavy weight, and forced himself off the ground. He felt as though his wings would fall off but only gritted his teeth, because he had to do it, no matter what. They couldn't afford to remain stuck in the Underworld—he felt Medusa's presence drawing closer. Dark Pit began to speed off towards the portal he could see farther in the distance, until a dark shadow appeared in front of it, blocking their way.

Dark Pit cursed at his bad luck that seemed to stick to him and flapped his wings rapidly, trying to slow his trajectory. The last thing he'd want was to crash in whatever stood before them—most undoubtedly Medusa. The dark angel glared at the figure before their eyes and held onto Magnus as tightly as he could. "I've got you."

"Don't get yourself killed, Pittoo."

Dark Pit groaned and sincerely hesitated to drop him to his death below. "You see the ground? Call me that again and you'll get a closer look at it."

The dark angel grabbed his staff and shot at the shadow before them, hoping that his purple arrow will shed a light on whoever—or whatever—stood there. Once the arrow hit the shadow, it allowed them to see Medusa's face in plain sight. The Goddess of Darkness smirked and extended her hand towards Dark Pit, which he barely had enough time to avoid. He swiftly flew to the side and aimed to go around the immense Goddess, but her other hand soon blocked his path while the other hovered above him. His heart skipped a beat and he thought of shooting off Medusa's hand in front of him, however he was caught by the other. He attempted to fly away, flapping his wings with all his strength, but there was nothing helping the situation; he was stuck, Magnus pressed against him. Medusa couldn't help but laugh at the sight, then she brought the two intruders closer to her face. "I told you you couldn't hide, Dark Pit."

"I should've known it was you!" The angel panicked and tried harder to break free from her hold, however he wasn't strong enough. Magnus held onto the hilt of his sword and tried to swing it at the Goddess' face so that she would let go, but she had predicted it and pinched it from his hand. She then snorted, letting it fall to the ground several hundreds of meters below.

Dark Pit eyed at Magnus with a strange, defeated gleam in his eyes; a heartbroken glimmer that hurt to see. "I'm sorry, Magnus," he whispered, then he hissed in pain. Medusa had squeezed her hand around the angel and the human that she held, sneering at Dark Pit's whimpers of pain. Magnus looked at him, afraid that it was the end this time, but the dark angel snarled and glared at the Goddess of Darkness. "Medusa, let us go!"

Medusa's laughter only intensified. "Are you begging me, Dark Pit?"

The angel nodded, a tear running down his cheek, and he sniffed. The pain was too intense, and he couldn't bare the fact that Magnus was also suffering from it. He didn't ask for it, he didn't deserve it. Dark Pit was the one who had brought him into this, it was his fault if the human was hurt. He simply couldn't accept it. "Please, Medusa, I'll do anything. Since that's probably what you want, I'll even surrender if you let him out of the Underworld."

"Oh, will you?" Medusa grinned, delighted by the proposition. "You'd care for a human? To the point of sacrificing your personal freedom?"

Dark Pit looked at Magnus, slightly nodded as if to say: 'I trust you', then turned back to face the Goddess of Darkness. "Yes. He's my friend, he didn't want to be here but I dragged him into this. Let me make sure he survives, even if I don't."

Medusa considered the offer and eventually picked Magnus up, so that she could hold him in her free hand and guide him to the ground, right in front of the portal. Magnus looked up in horror, unwilling to leave Dark Pit there and to go through the portal without him, but the Goddess told him to walk away and never turn back. The human was about to reply that he'd never abandon his friend when he met Dark Pit's eyes. He had that worried look in his ruby eyes, a sincere smile on the lips and tilted his head to the side. "Go, Magnus," he demanded, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You know what you have to do. You don't need me to do it, I know you're brave enough to make it."

Magnus frowned and shook his head. No, he couldn't go, he couldn't leave without Dark Pit. He considered him his friend and refused to turn back. Magnus wasn't one to abandon his friends when they were in danger. "Angel, I'm not leaving you to die."

Dark Pit shook his head and felt Medusa's eyes on him. He seemed tensed but tried to sound reassuring. "Magnus, go."

The human groaned, enraged, and grabbed his sword. Dark Pit's eyes widened and he vehemently shook his head to deter him from attacking the Goddess of Darkness. Magnus tried it nonetheless, only to be pushed away by Medusa and crash into the nearest cliff. He moaned in pain, stood back on his feet, ready to take down the Goddess, but Dark Pit had raised an arm and was aiming his staff at Magnus. "Don't make me do this," the dark angel warned, a serious expression on his face. The human stepped back and didn't need to be told twice, yet promising that he'd come back to save him no matter how he felt about it. Medusa laughed at that and brutally pushed the human through the portal.

Magnus fell face first against the yellow stone of the cliff, back to that cave where Dark Pit and him had been targeted with Medusa's lightning. He quickly sprung on his feet, his left hand wrapped around the necklace that glowed around his neck, when he noticed that he was holding something in his other hand. Something that was not his sword, since he had just dropped it to hold the stone. Perplexed, he looked down and gasped: it was the stabilizer, which slightly glimmered with the rays of the sun casting on its edges. He furrowed his brows, then remembered Dark Pit's words.

Yes, he knew what he had to do: he had to go to Dark Pit's dimension in order to find Hermes and ask him to save Pit. With Pit by his side, they could safely go against Medusa and defeat her, thus freeing the dark angel from his forced servitude. He had sworn that he'd save him, and he would never step back.

The human moved closer to the opening of the cave, suddenly remembering how high up he was. He would've jumped in the spring below if it hadn't been that far down. His eyes darted back towards the wall of the cave, thinking about Dark Pit and his sacrifice, before he looked up at the sky through the waterfall. "Phos, Lux!" he called out. He didn't believe that they'd come for him, but it was perhaps worth a try.

The neighing of two horses reassured him; so they had heard him. Now where did he need to go to open the portal? Could it be opened from anywhere? Did he just need a secret, latin formula for it to suddenly appear out of nowhere? How would he know, he was merely a human… The Lightning Chariot stopped before him, behind the waterfall, and Magnus squinted his eyes when he recognized those strange, white feathers on board. He gasped, bewildered, but a powerful hand gushed out of the water and pulled him in the chariot.

"Mission first, explanations later!"

To be continued…

Updated: 02/11/2019