After riding 50 miles north of her home both Bette and Gaia cross a bridge reaching the hidden forest of Nephelé. Nephelé was hidden deep outside the boundaries of Lesbiannicus. Many years ago members of the royal army while on an exploration mission stumbled across the scared grounds. Named after the goddess of clouds, Nephelé was given the name due to the secret white latch on a nearby willow tree that opened a hidden entrance. The willow tree stood underneath the only cloud which provided it shelter from the blazing sun. Since its discovery only trusted members of the royal army knew of its location using it frequently to discuss private matters. With the death of the queen and the royal family an emergency meeting was called upon. Familiar with her surroundings Bette pulling down on the secret latch awaits for the opening of the door. Once the door opened still mounting her horse they both walk through the entrance pulling another latch closing the door behind them. Grabbing a torch from the wall Gaia uses it to help guide them down the dark and wet path. It wasn’t long before they were greeted by familiar faces.

Reaching the main entrance they were welcomed by a gust of cool air. It was nothing more than a gigantic rock hollowed from the inside. From the outside the rock given its shape did not appear long or contain any depth. However, inside it stretched beyond what the eyes could see inside housed a full horse stable, kitchen, 50 individual rooms providing comfort equivalent to that of a home, training grounds, a library, and meeting room.

“Good seeing you old friend.”

“Likewise, “Bette says giving her a hug.

“Gaia.”

“It’s been a long time.”

“Yes it has.”

“It’s unfortunate we have to meet under these circumstances she was a great queen and friend.”

“Yes, which is why we must honor her by spilling Jennicus blood.”

“Oh, what a joyous occasion that will be come everyone has been expecting your arrival.”

Ate familiar with her surroundings slows herself eventually stopping. Standing on her hind legs with the cool grass beneath her catches her breath awaiting for the others to arrive. The Kai not too far behind her reaches her followed by Alice and now an extremely wounded Urena. The Kai gazing at Urena notices the discoloration in her face as life continued to drain from her body. Straddling behind Alice her eyes were closed slumped over with her head resting against her back. With her left hand she griped her side as her blood continued to soil her clothing. With each passing moment she grew weaker and weaker if there was any chance for her survival the wound that crippled her needed to be attended to properly. Feeling no further movement she musters up enough strength lifting her head taking in her surroundings when she did she begin to desperately grasp for air.