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Ranmyaku was leaning on the far side of the hallway. He recognized her presence. He wore casual clothing of his time. Baggy jeans, a black thick hoodie and some red running shoes. He stopped leaning and paid attention to her. It was like her presence made him feel like he needed to be doing something. he didn't speak a word to her. Just watched her walk by him.

The young woman stopped suddenly, feeling multiple presences around her, none of which she took the time to recognize. Her determination thwarted her ability to think straight, especially when she thought this world had been abandoned and no one lived in the area anymore. She was quick to consider the dangers this world held now and decided it was best to not look back and protect herself. "Wind, heed my call and block my path," she said the blessing to the wind very softly, so softly only those who were very close to her or had fox-like hearing would hear her words. She started walking again, but this time the wind she called forth created a barrier in the hallway, but it was obviously a weak barrier, making the commanding aura the woman held seem like it shouldn't belong to such a weak woman. Her steps quickened as she walked towards her destination: the grand library of the castle.

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The old man, close enough to catch little snippets of the little spell she had put forth, and he shrugged, tapping against the barrier with his gnarled staff gently, then going to go vacate a spot of its evil, and plop right down on his arse. A light, clinking noise ensues as he does, revealing that he's either rich, or armed, he hoped he didn't have to prove either one, as he happens to be a bit of both.

He sighs a bit, smiling as he fidgets and adjusts to his new position, waiting for his companion to come out of her little reclusive hideaway. He tosses back his hood slowly, revealing his aged, withered visage. His blonde hair gone to silver, once full, now a bit wispy, and his eyes sunken a bit, but he still looks like his old self: Good old Michael Fangdon, still adoring Katherine greatly and following her where he can.

[Edit]: (( Hate when I spell Michael's name wrong. ))

As the cloaked woman entered the library, she was very pleased to see the wards had held in place and the library was untouched age, darkness or overgrowth; it was exactly as she had last left it. Pulling out some spell books, the cloaked woman quickly left the library, having come for what she was seeking, she didn't plan on spending much longer in this darkness. She knew it was not good for her.

Upon walking back the way she came, the wind barrier was dispelled and the woman happened upon the elderly man and the younger-looking man. Stopping in her tracks, she looked at them both, not completely recognizing either of them as she looked down at the sitting man. Her cloak was still pulled around her, shielding her physical identity but it didn't hide the aura that she gave off, still commanding, yet pure. When she spoke to the men her voice was similar to that of her aura, it rang clear and soft, but had a commanding tone behind it. "Who are you? I thought this world had been abandoned."

The woman looked at the direction of the man's voice, saying nothing for a long moment. "You still believe in your queen? Despite the ruins the world has come to due to her selfish reasons; you still do not give up on her?" She asked the questions but didn't really expect any answer. A small smile was seen on her lips as she looked up at the sky, letting her hood fall back to reveal the pale yellow, long hair that framed her heart shaped face. The face was completely the same from the last time anyone had seen her. Everything but her eyes, as she turned to look back at the two men, were completely black. Nothing showed through them, they were just two black holes.

The now- revealed Katherine took a step back as the elderly man came closer to her. She listened to him for a moment, her face devoid of emotion without her expressive eyes. When he finished speaking, an aura of anger surrounded her. "You call yourself my love?! How dare you. I can sense your presence and only sense a man that is closer to death then life. You cannot be any love of mine." Her voice sounded more cold than angry but the small fists balled up at her sides, showed the anger that her aura portrayed.

Her jaw was set as she turned towards the other man, the one who called himself a guardian before speaking again, "My eyesight is gone. Temporarily, at least, it shall return. I was searching for my eldest son in the darkness with a spell, but with this world weak, I am weak as well and it caused my spell to backfire and darkness overtook my eyesight. I now rely entirely on my spiritual sensing. It's not the easiest thing to do, but I get around enough. By hiding my identity I don't get into too many blind battles," as she talked, she started to relax, feeling nice to be in the presence of a man she had entrusted her kingdom to. She knew she could trust him while she was blind, which calmed her. When Katherine spoke again, it was in a soft, tired voice, "It is good to find someone I can trust in this darkness. My daughter has taken my youngest to hide in my sister's kingdom. Though Andrea may be the daughter of darkness, she has a good heart for her family and will keep them safe in her palace. But without them I have been alone in this perpetual darkness."

Michael watches her, eyes and expression filled with sadness for having gone unrecognized in her eyes, "My Lady.. It.. It is I.. It is your Michael.." He clenches at his staff for a moment, choosing his next words carefully, deciding to use an example of something they had discussed before:

"My Lady.. When last we spoke.. We had spoken of searching for the Fountain. The Fountain of Youth. Not long after.. This calamity happened, and I became trapped here, when I could not summon the strength to return home.." He sighs, "And as such.. I have waited.. Years I have done so.. I am still the old me, simply aged.."