A/N: New Chapter!

La Rochelle was always busy during the couple of days where the two moons overlapped, not that it wasn't busy if they weren't. Being the main port town to Albion, it was the most legal and safest way for anyone who wanted to reach the floating continent without issue.

Plus with the moons overlapping, it meant that Albion at this time was closest to the port city. That meant shorter travel time, less likely to run into complications along the way, and most importantly of all, it meant that it would take less resources to get there.

That meant that it was the perfect time of the month to travel to Albion for any merchants or sailors that wanted to save up on their Wind Stones.

For example, a certain ship was currently rushing through the last of their cargo as the sun slowly rose up into the sky. The captain standing on the deck, screaming at his workers at the dock as they carried whatever supplies for their destination.

"Pick up the pace!" The captain shouted "I want this ship ready to leave by sunrise!"

"We get it!" One of the workers, a man wearing a hood and gloves, snapped at the captain. He was carrying a crate that smelled of sulfur as he rushed towards the ship "You know we wouldn't be rushing if we just prepared the night before."

"Zip it, insect!" The captain snapped at his worker, before his eyes flashed towards another one and pointed at him "Mart!"

The man smiled and took a bite out of his bread "Me?"

"What the fuck are you doing sitting around?!" He gestured to the rest of the cargo that was on the docks "Get to work!"

"I'm on break!"

The captain held up a fist "I'm gonna break you if you don't help Cofern with loading the ship!"

"Yikes alright!" Mart quickly stuffed his mouth full of the bread and wiped his shirt "I'll get to work," he mumbled through the bread.

It didn't take long for the rest of the crates to be carried on board, where they were passed along to the other sailors on board to be put into the cargo bay.

After the last of the crates was handed out, Cofern let out a tired sigh and plopped himself down onto the ship. Mart followed suit, the man letting out a groan as he put his butt on the ground.

"By the Wyrm, I'm tired" Cofern let out a yawn and leaned against the wooden railing "I told him we should've put the cargo in last night," He muttered angrily as he glared at the captain who was making last minute checks "Just cause we can do it in the early hours of dawn doesn't mean that we should."

"Eh captain's orders," Mart shrugged "What I'm confused about is why he's in a rush, it's not like we have any kind of shortages of Wind Stones to make the trip."

"Beats me."

The two workers sat down in silence for a few moments, before they got up to continue their work.

When they did, both of them spotted a man. He was wearing a purple cloak, a wide brimmed hat, and a white mask. He was walking towards their ship as if he had an appointment with them. Which considering what they were transporting, both of them knew that he didn't.

Then without even a 'Hello' the man stepped on board and turned to the both of them "Where's your captain, I need to see him."

Mart's face contorted into a disgusted scowl at the tone, while Cofern tilted his head in confusion.

The hooded worker stepped forward and crossed his arms "Excuse me? Who are you and what do you think you're doing just stepping on the ship?"

The man focused on Cofern and from behind his mask he saw how the man's eyes narrowed "Are you going to make a Noble repeat himself? I said I need to see your captain."

Mart's eyes widened and, quickly he grabbed Cofern's shoulder and pulled him back. The man smiled and nodded his head "Of course my lord!" Mart leaned over and shouted "CAPTAIN, WE GOT A NOBLE THAT WANT'S TO SEE YOU!"

Said Noble was looking at the hooded worker, despite the mask that he was wearing they could feel that he was glaring at Cofern.

Gently he lifted his gloved hands and spoke softly "So-Sorry, I didn't know that you were…"

His apology trailed off as the captain walked up towards them, at first he looked annoyed before he settled on a neutral look "What, what is it?"

The Noble turned away from the two and faced the captain "Is this ship ready to depart to Albion?" he asked.

"Yup," he crossed his arms and looked around "We're just finished loading up and we're about to set sail soon." He raised an eyebrow "Why?"

"Take me aboard with you," The Noble stated "I need to get to Albion at this moment."

The captain blinked, while the two who were there looked confuse once more. "Are you sure?" The captain glanced around "We're a cargo ship, it's not exactly a cruise ship that a Noble would like."

"Doesn't matter," the Noble leaned forward "Take me aboard so that I can reach Albion."

The captain had to lean away with an uncomfortable look on his face "Alright, sheesh." The captain scratched his head "It's gonna cost ya, this ship doesn't like stow aways."

There sound of jingling coins reached their ears, in the Noble's hand was a pouch that was fat with it's contents. "Is this enough?" The Noble asked, tossing the pouch towards him.

"Uh sure…" the captain caught it with a dazed look in his eyes "Welcome aboard the Marie Galante my lord, enjoy the trip." He started to laugh as he walked away from him.

He received a nod and walked towards the living quarters.

Cofern's eyes followed the Noble and he couldn't help but ask "I know it's not my place to ask, but why are you in such a demand to get to Albion my lord?"

"It isn't your place to ask," the Noble retorted back, turning his head towards him "So you don't need an answer."

"Alright!" Once more Cofern raised his hand in fear "Sorry I asked!"

The Noble turned away and kept walking.

Cofern's clicked his tongue, and spoke out words that were not of human language.

The Noble suddenly stopped in his steps, "What did you just say?"

Marts eyes widened at the tone, while Cofern was already backing away rapidly waving his hands in front of him "No-no-no-nothing my lord!"

The Noble slowly turned around "No… you said something didn't you?" He began to walk towards him with a menacing gait "It wasn't human language, was it?"

"Uh…" Cofern was shaking in his boots right now, glad that his hood was still on his head despite the shivering.

"Are you…" The Noble reached for the sword wand at his hip "An Ins-"

"COFERN YOU CLUMSY FUCK, YOU DIDN'T CLOSE THE GODDAMN LID ON THIS STUPID CRATE!" A voice shouted from the cargo bay "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND HELP HE SWEEP UP THE GODDAMN SULFUR!"

"Uh duty calls my lord!" Cofern took the chance and quickly ran past the Noble and towards the cargo bay.

The Noble whirled around, but he was already gone. He stayed there for a moment, before he turned to Mart.

Without saying a word, the man quickly back away from the Noble that looked ready to kill and hoped that they had enough rum on the ship.

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The cool air of the early morning brush past the hairs of both Kirche and Tabitha. Below them, Sylphid let out the dragon equivalent of a hum as it followed behind the three women that were making their way to… wherever they were going.

Tabitha had asked Kirche if she knew where Louise, Montmorency and the other woman was going. But the red head shook her head, and just said told her to take off.

Ah well, it wasn't as if this was the first time the fire mage had done something seemingly on a random whim.

Though, she wished that she hadn't dragged them both out of bed so early. The blue haired mage let out a yawn, covering her mouth with a hand as she dead.

Blue eyes looked at the horses that were running, her eyes flicking between the woman at the front and the blond near the back.

Then they landed on the one in the middle. Louise and her two Familiars.

Sylphid let out a small cry when the Dragon felt her grip the scales just a little too tight.

"Sorry…" She muttered, just loud enough for the two to hear them.

"So Tabby," Kirche spoke for the first time in a while "I notice that you always seem to be careful around Bug and Sib. Any reason why?"

Tabitha looked down at the horse that held the two Familiars.

The laughter echoed all over the house, mocking her as she walked towards the room she wanted to reach.

"No reason," she lied "It's weird."

"In what way?" Kirche asked.

She stumbled back as it shoved past her, her vision couldn't see it in the dark corridors. It continued to laugh.

The worst part however was that as it vanished from her view, she felt it pat her head.

A mockery of care and affection.

"Plays around," she rubbed her hand over the scales of Sylphid "Especially in the bath."

She turned around and narrowed her eyes "Why are you so curious?"

Kirche opened her mouth, before she closed it. Her eyebrows furrowed "Huh… I'm not even sure." She shrugged "I just wanted t know I guess?"

"Hmm…"

She looked back down at the horses, and jerked slightly in place when she saw that the woman in front had turned her head over her shoulder and was glaring right at them.

"I think we've been found out," Kirche chuckled "Think we should go down and greet them before they shoot us down?"

"Lets." Tabitha nodded, and they descended.

[Scene]

Wales looked over his kingdom and country from the balcony of his castle. The prince admired the view before him.

He saw the small villages in the distance, the old mother as she walked with her grandchildren. The saw the larger cities, with merchants all hawking their ware.

A sense of warmth filled him as he took in the sight before him, from the smallest hamlet to the capital city of Albion.

The prince felt pride at the peace he was looking at.

But then, suddenly, everything burned.

Flames, scarlet in colour, erupted from the ground to swallow up everything that he could see from his balcony.

Wales leaned forward in shock, his hands gripping onto the railings as his jaw dropped at the sight before him. His eyes widened in horror as the fires burned away everything that it touched, they darted from side to side to see if there was anything that the flames didn't consume. But every single village was swallowed by the fire, and only the largest cities were safe by the walls that were erected.

And all the while he heard the screams of his citizens.

"Prince Wales!"
"It hurts…"
"Brimir help me…"

His heart pounded in his chest as sweat broke out on his forehead. What was going on?

His mind was swirling with confusion and panic at the sudden appearance of the flames.

The feeling doubled as something came out from the flames.

Large monstrous ships rose from the flames, and Wales stared agape as they flew over the walls that protected the cities from the flames, and instead rained down from above.

Once more he heard the citizens cry out for him, begging for mercy at the slaughter and death.

"I don't want to die!"
"Help me, HELP ME!"

Wales gritted his teeth as his grip on the railing grew tight enough that his knuckles turned white and his nails bit into the wood. His heart was hammering so hard in his chest at the sight of the destruction of his kingdom, that he could hear it in his head.

The sound of his rapid heartbeat echoed out loud enough that it was as if he could hear it from around him.

Wales moved, trying to leap over the railing to try and stop something.

Only for something grab him by the ankle.

He jerked forward, and the scene around him changed.

Wales was no longer at his castle, looking down at the destruction of Albion. Instead he was on the ground, which gave him the chance to look at the destruction up close.

Flames covered the forests that were once lush and green, now only red and smoke could be seen. People ran as things hunted them and cut them down as they caught up.

He could see his soldiers fighting against them, the people that swore loyalty to him and the royalty of Albion. He tried to join them.

But once more he felt the tug on his ankle.

He lost sight of the soldiers that were fighting. Instead, in their places were their corpses.

Their faces all stuck in a horrified scream as they died, their bodies mangled and maimed.

Wales tried to move, to at least bury them.

But still something tugged at his ankle.

The prince whirled around, to try and pull away what was dragging him down.

But his blood ran cold, while his heart continued to beat faster and faster.

It was as if the world around him was shaking, that was just how loud his heart had gotten. It kept pumping faster and faster.

And he couldn't blame it.

There, he could see a veritable sea of corpses. All of them bearing the armour of Albion, and some who were merely citizens.

He tried to back away, but he tripped.

He landed on another body, it was another soldier. He died with a sword to his back, his face looking regretful. He looked away and saw another man, a baker, inches from his face. His mouth stretched open in a scream.

He shut his eye, and tried to turn off everything around him. But no matter how hard his eyes were closed, the red flames pierced his eyelids while the his heart continued to pound faster and harder around him.

The prince tried to move, to stumble out of the pile.

And found him touching nothing but air…

His eyes snapped opened, and the prince was in the air!

He was falling.

In front of him was Albion, his country and home. He was falling away from it, falling further and further.

He reached out for it, and flinched as the whole thing caught red.

It was disappearing the more he was falling, the more he was leaving its sight the faster the heart beat sounded.

Wales wanted to reach out for his country…

But it was so far away…

He couldn't do anything for it, not now. He had fallen so far away from it, that even if he tried to grab it, it would just slip through.

As it vanished into the sky, just barely he could see the red from the scarlet flames that had absorbed it. He reached out for it, as if for one more attempt.

And found himself grabbing the railing of the balcony once more.

The sudden stopped made him pant and wheeze.

He was back at his castle, he was back to looking down as his country and kingdom burned.

For a moment, he wanted to do what he had done before…

But, what would it do this time?

Wales grip tightened even more, before his fingers released the railing.

The boy stumbled backwards as he stared forward, his heart was no longer beating. No longer pounding in his head.

And soon, one of those ships rose up from below.

He stared as it prepared to fire its cannons towards her, and for a moment it looked like it was the shape of a heart.

The roar of a cannon was heard.

[Scene]

Wales woke up in his room, he was staring at the ceiling as his consciousness returned.

He felt like he was shaking, his heart was still pumping as fast as it could.

It had been… I had just been a nightmare.

"And what a nightmare it was, young prince."

There was an unfamiliar voice in the room. Wales looked around, trying to find who it was.

He scanned his room. It was still dark, and while the moon gave the bare amount of light, he couldn't see anything unless he lit up a candle or woke a Lumafly.

The prince's vision swept across the room, it moved past the mirror that he would prepare himself in front of, it move past the door to his room, his closet, the shadowy figure that stood by the foot of his bed, the dressing table, his wind-

His vision snapped back at the shadowy figure that was standing at the foot of his bed.

It stood there, a vague black shape that loomed over him.

Wales wanted to open his mouth, to ask who or what the figure was.

But he found out that he couldn't move his mouth. In fact, despite the fact that he could look all around his room, he found out that he was still on his bed, his eyes closed.

He looked at the figure, it was still standing by his bed, silent and without a shift in their position.

Wales wanted to know who it was.

"Who am I?"

The figure responded. It sounded raspy and coarse, the type of voice you'd expect from someone that had experienced an accident with fire near his throat. Yet, for some reason Wales could hear a certain youthfulness in this voice.

It was then a pair red eyes appeared on the shadow, his heart rate grew quicker as red as the scarlet flames that had appeared in his dreams. It stood out within the undefined figure at the foot of his bed, and even more so at the dark moon lit night.

"I am Grimm."

The figure moved, shifting as its eyes lowered down from where it had showed up, and down all the way to where the hips would've been.

"A pleasure to meet your acquaintance young prince. So glad to meet the one that had summoned me."

Summoned?

When had he summoned this thing. He… was too busy with the war to have done something such a perform a summoning ritual!

"Oh…"

The figure sounded as its eyes raised back to its previous height.

"So you are unaware of your actions."

What actions?!

All he had been doing for as long as he could recall was try and protect his kingdom, his country from the rebels. Never once did he summoned anything!

The eyes vanished and he could hear sigh.

"A shame, I assumed that you were aware of your summoning of the Nightmare's Flame. But alas…"

Nightmare's Flame.

If Wale's eyes could widen, they would have.

Was this… was this figure an aspect of the torch by the throne?

"Indeed I am."

The figure's size suddenly expanded outwards, spreading out as if they had a pair of wings that covered his vision.

"The Nightmare's Flame is set ablaze, when a Kingdom is to be put to their grave."

No…

No, Albion can't be falling to ruin!

Grimm tilted their head.

"Falling to ruin?"

It leaned in close towards Wales its red eyes appearing once more. Grimm moved in so close that he could see the horns that grew from Grimm's head.

"It had already fallen to ruin, when you saw it as a lost cause."

Wale's gasped and opened his eyes.

And he was alone in his room, the young prince quickly scrambled to a sitting position. He looked around frantically, his whole body drenched in sweat.

Wales tried to calm his breath, he placed his hand on his forehead and swallowed the spit in his mouth.

He looked out the window, and saw that the moons were high in the sky.

The red moon seemed to glow brighter for some reason.

[Scene]

Marion hummed as she walked through the academy grounds, a basket of laundry in her hands.

The maid had returned from her vacation just yesterday, apparently she just missed one or two of the students leaving the academy because of some reason, and had pretty much continued to work the moment she set down her luggage.

Not that she was complaining, working at Tristain academy wasn't an easy job but it paid more than if she had been working at a normal estate. Plus, with the vacation having done its job, she could do her own without worrying about passing out.

So she was fine either way.

It was back to her usual rhythm, and the current tone for her was to wash the clothes in her hands at the moment.

As she was walking, a feeling came over her. She slowed down until she came to a stop, she stood there for a moment as she felt something within her head. Then she quickly stepped to the side.

The moment she did, a mole suddenly burst out of the ground where she had been standing on. She flinched away from the dirt, pulling the basket away to keep them from landing on the clothes.

She opened her eyes and saw what had suddenly appeared, and to her annoyance it was one of the student's Familiars.

It was a large more, about the size of a big dog is she had to guess, and from her memory it belonged to the Gramont.

The mole shook it head to clear the dirt on its head, before it turned towards her.

Marion's face scrunched up "Watch it!" She scolded the Familiar, if it didn't belong to a student she would've smacked it. Her eyes looked at the hole on the ground, she shook her head and gave a silent prayer to the groundskeeper for tomorrow.

The mole, despite her scolding tone, stared at her with its beady eyes.

Marion looked at it, worry filled her for a moment "What?" She pulled the basket close to her.

Then it climbed out of the hole and started crawling towards her.

Her eyes widened "Nooooo" She warned it, backing away as it moved towards it.

It ignored her warning, only stopping for a moment, before it continued to crawled.

"I said NO!" She snapped, kicking in its direction while lifting the basket overhead. Whether it wanted her or the clothes that she was carrying, she didn't want to close to her!

The mole flinched, and backed away from her attempted attack.

Marion nodded her head "Good." She was already dealing with one Familiar that liked to bother her at work, she didn't need another one.

The mole sat on the ground, and for the next few moments they stared at each other.

Marion then slowly walked around the creature, and when all it did was look at her she quickly upped her pace to get away from it.

She shook her head once she left it behind, relieved.

Of course that relief was cut short when the same feeling suddenly showed up in her head.

Except this time… it was stronger. She looked behind her, thinking that the mole was following her. But it was still on the same spot, in fact it was looking towards one of the walls.

Marion, found herself drawn to the same wall. Her eyes stared at it, the feeling in her head was growing stronger every moment.

Then suddenly it spiked, and at the same time something suddenly leapt over the walls, jumping clear over it without any problems.

Her eyes widened, and she tried to follow it.

If she saw it, didn't report it then there was chances she could be blamed for what it did!

But when she tried to follow it with her eyes, she lost it the moment it reached over head. She tried to look for it.

There was no reason.

As suddenly the something landed right in front of her.

She felt the ground under her shake, sending her falling onto her butt as she kept a tight grip on the laundry basket.

Dazed she tried to look up at what had suddenly appeared in front of her.

Her vision suddenly snapped back into focus the moment her eyes landed on the thing infront of her.

The first thing that came to mind was that It was big!

It was so big that, if she stood she could barely reach its chest. Then there was the fact that she could barely see it's body, it was pitch black and she could only really make out the size and height of the body due to the grey cloak that reached all the down to its hips, and the white head with two massive horns.

They were curved inwards with three spikes lining on the inside of each horn, making them seem like the mandible of insects. The horns were so large, that she was sure that they were almost her own height.

Then there were the eyes, or lack of, that stared into her own. A pair of eye sockets that stared down at her. Eye sockets that had nothing but pitch black darkness.

Marion was rooted on the spot, she was shaking and shivering as she stared up at the large figure before her. Her instincts told her to just stay still and not do anything.

Something deep within her however, told her to stand up and strike.

If she could, she would smack that part of her with the laundry basket and shove it down a hole.

There was no way she was going to attack the thing!

Then after a few more moments, the figure stood up straight.

"Brimir…" She whispered, it was even larger when it wasn't hunched over.

It walked past her, the maid kept her gaze forward hoping that it didn't offend it.

She heard the squeak of the mole when it walked past it, the figure didn't seem to care.

Slowly she worked the courage to turn her head over her shoulder. She was aware of the mole digging away, but she tried to follow the large figure.

It walked until it stopped in front of the stables where the horses were.

It raised its right hand, and then the back of it started to glow.

It wasn't bright or blinding, but in the dark of night it gave her a light source. She saw the shape of the figure, and it was then she saw that it resembled a certain small figure.

A moment later one of the horses from the stables stumbled out of the stables, its eyes glowing a pure white. The large figure placed its right hand over its snout, and the glow intensified before it died down.

The horse stumbled backwards, before falling to its side.

The large figure didn't care, instead it turned to another direction.

And vanished into thin air.

Marion blinked. She blinked once, twice, before she shut her eyes tight before opening them once more.

The maid let out a breath and looked more than a little conflicted "How long was I gone?"