A/N: 'Looks around at the World right now' So… How's that Quarantine huh?

…REMEMBER…

Here she was again, once more in this world where there was nothing but her and the sun.

Once again she was staring up at the sky above her, the sun burning brighter than ever before.

When she had first arrived here, it was just the size of the sun in the sky, a small ball of fire that if she held up her hands, she could block it out of sight. But now, the object nearly covered the entire sky, her entire vision was nearly covered by the bright orange sun.

Her eyes hurt, as they always did whenever she was forced here, to watch the blaze so close to her made her wish she was blind.

…BRING ME BACK…

The whispers were the worst thing of all, if she had to be honest.

The words pierced her ears like needles, they weighed on her head like lead, and echoed so hard within her that every syllable shook her to the core.

But the worst part of it all.

…REMEMBER…

Was that the longer she heard them, the less it hurt. And the less it hurt, the less she wanted for it to stop whispering. And the less the whispers hurt her soul, the less it hurt to stare at the sun.

Try as she might, she was stuck once more staring up at the sun as the words tried to convince her to remember something that she didn't even know existed in the first place. The words tried to convince her to recall their name, but there was nothing to recall.

Which meant that she was stuck there, frozen like a statue a helpless victim to whatever kept bringing her here.

At least, until she could blink.

On cue her eyelids fluttered close, and for the brief moment she welcomed the soothing darkness.

When her eyes opened, she allowed the waters below her to drag her down.

They had long proven to her that they were trying to save her, rather than drown her. She fell, further and further into the much more welcoming embrace of her element.

But despite the relief that she felt, she knew that it would never last. The more she found herself in this world, the more she would be drag further and further down into the waters below.

Before, just falling back into the water had been enough to blot out the sun. But even as she fell further and further, the sun's radiance still burned itself into her eyes.

The water responded by dragging her down even deeper, it was like the protective hold of a mother.

Soon the heat from the sun vanished.

The whispers were next.

Until finally, the sun was gone from view.

The waters stopped dragging her down, and once more she was left floating in near pitch black waters.

She couldn't see the sun anymore, but that also meant that she couldn't see anything else.

This was fine.

There was some form of comfort with the da-

She saw a pair of eyes within the darkness.

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Montmorency woke up.

It took her a moment to realise that she was sweating, her forehead was damp.

Slowly she sat up from the bed she was sleeping in. She blinked, her vision was blurry and unfocused as she tried to reorient herself.

Her eyes narrowed as her vision cleared slightly, looking around she saw that she was in a ship. Several bunk beds, all unfit for nobles such as her and her travel companions, that were built into the walls of the ship. The lack of swaying told her that she wasn't travelling by the sea.

The rest of them were asleep, all of them lying within their respective beds. She saw Kirche sleeping with her head arm thrown back, in a position just as shameful as she was. Tabitha was on her back, sleeping straight like an arrow. She saw a woman in armour sleeping on her side. And then she saw Louise, her arms wrapped around her Familiars, both of which were looking right at her with their ever open eye sockets.

It took her a moment to remember that she was on a flying ship, one which was heading towards Albion.

Her eyes squinted shut as her head pounded with a headache, she tried to massage her temples to relieve some of the pain.

Her attempts to sooth her pain was interrupted by the sounds of a scuffle above them. She looked up, and she could panic from the deck above her. Were they being attacked?

No… it was too calm, and it didn't sound like there were more people than what she had seen when she first boarded the ship.

She swung her legs to the edges of the bed, she stood up and moved. Some part of her told her to wake up the others, if they were being attacked it would be more important that they all knew and could run.

But something within her stopped her from waking them up, more importantly it stopped her from waking up Louise and her Familiars.

She opened the door towards the deck, and her bleary state was knocked out of her when one of the sailors nearly pushed her down the stairs towards the guest cabin. He stopped just shy of colliding with her, though he didn't apologise, instead moving to the side out of her way.

She spotted what was causing the ruckus.

Sylphid was currently throwing a tantrum on the deck, the dragon was shaking from side to side, flapping its wings and whipping its tail around. More than a few of the sailors had thrown themselves to the ground to avoid getting smacked off the ship and plummet to their deaths.

Others were throwing nets to, presumably, calm it down so that it didn't fly off. Some had even picked up brooms and mops to push it away from the edge of the boat.

One of them saw her emerging from the guest cabin, his eyes widening in panic.

"MY LADY!" He called out towards her "Please, we require assistance!"

Sylphid suddenly stopped its tantrum, and turned its head around.

Montmorency reached for her wand, the catalyst fell into her hands. Her mouth moved, seemingly on its own, chanting a spell. She pointed her wand forward, and with a burst of magic ever single source of water around her exploded out of their containers.

They flew towards Sylphid, the dragon let out a cry and flapped its wings. More than a few of the sailors stumble from the suddenly draft, the nets that had been thrown during the Dragon's momentary lapse of attention were sent off course.

Montmorency's mouth continued to move on her own, already chanting another spell while the one that she had just cast was still flying towards the Dragon. Some of the water that was flying towards the Dragon turned around, forming a wall of water that blocked most of the wind that would've pushed her off her feet.

The one that had been flying towards it scattered in the air.

Her mouth kept moving, and another spell was chanted.

Each splash of water in the air regrouped into a large ball above the Dragon. The water in front of her moved, snaking along the around nearly striking the Dragon at its neck.

The blue Familiar swiped at her attack. Only for it to reform around it in a ring of water. One that Sylphid dispersed by flaring its wings out.

Her mouth continued to move, chanting spell after spell towards the Dragon. The other sailors had long dived away from their encounter, and just watched as the Dragon was assaulted by mage.

Sylphid couldn't move, kept in spot by all the liquid striking it from every angle. She had it at her mercy.

Until suddenly it let out a roar.

She stumbled back from the loud sound, the spell that had been on her lips was cut short and the ones that had been moving around it faltered.

It took the chance to spread out its wings, and take off.

Right into the ball of water that she had kept hovering above it.

"Stay there." She growled, her wand pulsed with magic and the Dragon was kept suspended within the orb of water.

It didn't take long for the Dragon to start thrashing within the water prison, shaking from side to side. But she kept it in place.

It turned to her and snarled, glowing white eyes glaring into her own orange ones.

"What is going on?!"

Agnes' voice exclaimed from behind her.

She blinked, and suddenly her headache returned with a force of a hammer.

Her wand fell from her grip and clattered on the deck.

The water prison that held the dragon fell apart, the water splashing on the deck. It didn't take much for the Dragon to shake off it's attempted imprisonment and flew away from the ship.

"Sylphid!"

Montmorency could faintly hear the sound of Tabitha calling out for her Familiar over her pounding headache.

She was about to fall over, when someone caught her. The worried face of Louise was the last thing she saw before she went back to sleep.

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"So there is no hope."

"Albion truly is falling to ruin."

"Founder help us all."

Those words of despair and more were said throughout the main hall of Albion castle. Some muttered them under their breath, others cried them out as they fell to the floor.

Wales was one of the few that were silent as he stared at the torch by the throne. Whereas before there was just the slightest of red embers.

Now the black torch had a roaring red fire that burned so bright that it colored the hall red in its glow.

A maid had been the first person to see the torch burning bright. She had entered the main hall to clean it as her duty demands, and she screamed so loud at the sight that it had woken up the entire castle.

It didn't take long for the rest to leave their rooms and see what had caused her to scream.

'It wasn't just a nightmare' Wales thought to himself. Memories of the dark figure was still fresh in his mind, something that he thought he had just imagined.

"This can't be real," one of the soldiers growled out, he looked around the group that was gathered around the throne "Alright spill, which one of you idiots thought that this would be funny?!"

A few looked his way, their eyes worried but there was some hope in them. Hope that this was just an ill-timed joke.

But no one spoke out, the few that weren't staring at him were all too busy gawking at the torch.

"I said spill it!" The soldier exclaimed, turning around to face the group "If this is a prank, or some kind of practical joke, then it's not funny. We're losing people out there in this stupid war, and some of you thought that burning up the torch would be funny!?"

"It's not a joke."

Everyone within the hall turned towards him. Wales, walked past the group, heading towards the torch that had garnered all of their attention.

The prince's face was set in stone "It's real," he told them all "The torch is burning because Albion is dying." He reached the throne, and to his surprise despite how close he was to the red flame, he couldn't feel the heat.

He stared into the red flames, they burned so brightly and viciously.

"What are you saying your highness?" The soldier asked.

"This is not a joke." Wales repeated himself "The Nightmare's Flame," The name of the mythical of fire that would burn to symbolise the death of a Kingdom. It burns with fears and lingering regrets of those who once lived in a prosperous home, only for it to fall "It's burning because Albion has no hope."

"Y-You can't say that!"

"How can you think of something that horrible."

"How dare you!"

He turned to face the crowd, all of them had lost interest in the flame and were now directing their attention towards him "Be honest with yourselves," he said outloud "How many of you truly thought that we could win this Civil War?"

A hushed silence swept through the hall. Wales looked amongst the people that had gathered, her eyes moving from soldier, to maids, to even the King.

The king stared at his son, who stood where he would sat.

"No one is willing to admit it?" He asked, before he shook his head "Then let me be the first. Victory for us is impossible, especially now." His eyes narrowed "We all know deep inside that loss after loss, we had no chance against the Reconquista."

"Prince Wales," one of his soldiers stepped forward "Even if this is true, why say all of this?"

He remembered the flames that consumed Albion within his dream, he remembered how many of the men that fought under him died in piles. He closed his eyes "Because all we've done, is prolong this nightmare of a war, a fight that we cannot win."

The people murmured, his father was still looking at him, not a trace of emotion on his face.

"So what do we do?" He heard Nelson ask among the group, looking up at him.

Wales looked at the group with steely eyes "What we were already planning to do. Go out and die in the battlefield, rather than cower inside." He held out a hand "The Nightmare's Flame is burning, signalling the end of the Kingdom of Albion, but that doesn't mean we need die lying down. Those that want to, can all die in a blaze of glory on the battlefield, take out as many as we can. I mean with how this Civil War has been going on that's what you've all been planning to do right?"

Head turned away for a moment, before there was a collective sigh from the soldiers. They all looked up at him and nodded.

"Then what are we waiting for?" He held out a hand "This flame serves as a final sign, we have nothing to lose, so we might as well take away what they have."

Grim nods and salutes were shared, before they all scattered to their respective tables. The Maids and Butlers all rushed towards their stations to prepare any kind of refreshments.

Wales looked down at the hand he had held out, on it was the Ruby of Wind. The jewel, normally dull, seemed to shine and glow in the red glow of Nightmare's Flame.

If he was going to go out and die, there was one final thing he needed to do first.

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It stood at the edge of the cliffs where it would drop into the city below.

Its right hand was glowing with the runes of the Vindalfr, as was its eyes as it stared up at where the ship had flown away to.

Before it could truly leave its sight, it had sensed another being that it could take over.

It reached into its mind, and found it to be something that could fly. Which was good, because that meant that it could actually get it towards him.

It was resistant however, being able to withstand the initial control that would've taken over any other creature instantly. That told it, that it was a Familiar. Its Master had told it that a Familiar would be harder to control than normal animals due to the ritual that summoned them and binded them.

But that didn't mean that it couldn't take control.

Whoever it had taken over was a 'She', a female and that it had something on board that it wanted to protect.

All it did was simply change the thought that the one that she wanted to protect had been left behind in La Rochelle. It saw that it wanted to leave, but had into issue with the people on the ship.

It was the sailors at first, trying to keep her down. But then after that. it was a mage.

Whoever it was, they were skilled with magic. But eventually they managed to leave the ship.

It was flying towards it now, the link growing shorter and shorter as it drew closer and closer.

Then it finally saw what it had taken over.

It was a beast with four legs, blue scales with a white underbelly, a long neck with an long face. Two wings on its back.

She descended in front of it, and with a flex of his power changed it so that she saw it as the one she wanted to protect.

She was almost as tall as it was, standing on her four leg it's face reached its upper neck.

Her eyes were glowing and stared at it with a quizzical tilt.

It reached forward and placed its right hand on her head.

Where Are They Going?

She tilted her head as its question.

We're going on a secret mission for the Princess aren't we Big Sis?

So it was her older sibling then. It hoped that whoever it was, it could handle her being away for a while.

Where Is The Destination Of This Secret Mission?

She let out a whimper.

Albion.

Isn't It Dangerous To Go To Albion Right Now?

She nodded her head.

A war is going on, because of some bad humans. We have to send a letter to the Prince for the Princess.

It looked away from the beast, and turned its head up.

She whimpered and shook her head.

I don't wanna go there Big Sis, human wars can be scary and we could get hurt.

It looked at her.

We Must Complete This Mission.

It still didn't know if the pink haired mage was Void Mage like its own Master. And it didn't know of it the Vessels that she had with her, were Void Familiars or not.

It had already abandoned its Siblings once, it wouldn't do it again.

Not when they ran the risk of getting killed in that warzone.

It needed to save them from a false Void Mage, and with the chaos of the country they were in.

Well… Its Master tell it, that it would need for it to be at a warzone for her death to be unoticable.

We Must Head To Albion.

The beast looked up at it, before she let out a sigh.

I understand Big Sis. I'll try to keep you safe and not forget you this time.

Then she pulled away from its hand, and spread out its wings.

It never flew before, never had the chance and the Pale King never really carried it when he took flight.

It climbed aboard the beast, making sure not to hinder her wings, and with a mental flex to ignore the fatigue she had built up they took off.

Flying towards Albion.