Kianus went out of the portal and collapsed to the floor. It was...a trip for sure. The pot laid on the floor, cold.

He stared at his staff. This was going to be cool! He wrapped his fingers around the handle and mouthed a spell.

The whole ceiling disappeared.

"Uh oh..." he shook his head and tried again. This time, the ceiling reappeared but the furniture was no where to be seen.

"Save me please..." he sighed. His staff seemed to be stronger than before...but it was too strong...

No wonder Fenrir had given it back to him so easily.

Kianus stared out the grassy plains. It was...beautiful, unlike Niflheim. He was a fool for trying to go there for the sake of magic. He was a fool and he knew it. It had taught a lesson though. It was enough to try sometimes. Perfection was something that many hoped for, but could never attain. It was the same for him. The human had tried to sacrifice herself yet even that was wrong. There was no such thing as a perfect death by sacrificing yourself. It was stupid...and he shouldn't do it too. However, it wasn't suicidal when he helped her out. He had known that she would have stepped up and defeat her own doubts, just like he had.

"I wonder how the human is doing..." She probably woke up from her deep sleep for now. That would be painful for sure...

He grasped at hand in the sun. One day, they would meet again.

One day.

"You idiot of a apprentice. Come over here!"

He sighed.

One day.


END