As children Queen Avile was strange. Her interest, opinions, thoughts, and interaction with others was deemed by all to be abnormal. To all with the exception of Ascara as children they spent every wakening minute together. They were the complete opposites of each other, however Avile was her best friend and she was hers. When Avile succeeded the throne Ascara ask permission to reside and oversee Nephelé which was originally discovered by their great-grandmothers. Queen Avile granted her cousin permission under one condition, Nephelé will remain a safe heaven and meeting ground for secret members only. It was a verbal agreement made many years ago in which Ascara honorably stayed true to her word. When she received word Jennicus attacked Cordelia she immediately prayed for her cousins safety. Although, they loved and respected each other dearly over the years their communication was now far and few in between. Fate had bought them together and for that Ascara was internally grateful.

“Will she ever awaken, “Koi ask in a concerned tone.

“She will and when she does she will be stronger than ever, “she says smiling then walking away wanting to give Avile her much needed rest. Stopping in front of a tall iron table that stood near the blazing fireplace Ascara focuses on the contents on the table, a few seconds later Koi joins her.

“I concur you and my queen share the same blood and are the same, “she says looking down at the table. Similar to the contents found in Queen Aviles secret confines now laid upon Ascaras table. 

“That we are.”

“What is it you are brewing?”

“A potent concoction taught to both Avile and I by our mothers, “she says reaching for a jar.

“What is its purpose?”

“We are at war are we not?”

“Yes, “she says while looking down at Queen Avile, “An unjust war that nearly stilled the life of my queen and dearest friend.”

“And my sole and only surviving relative, “she says with anger in her tone, “It is a tasteless poison soon to be delivered to Jennicus as a gift in celebration of her recent victories.”

“Poison?”

“One that does not still the heart quickly once consumed one will feel pain, agony, and suffering for three days as their insides rot from the inside the weakness will not allow her to wipe clean her own shit.”