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697 B.C - Temple: Entrance
Asera and Circe stood, one trying to leave, whilst the other was trying to get a few last experiments onto the Incarnation.
"Wait, before you go Asera. How about if I tell you your Affinity and Origin, you'll let me experiment one more time." Circe said, not wanting her little specimen to leave.
"I think I'm good Circe. After all, you've told me all I need to learn it myself." Suppressing a shudder, Asera continued, "There is no way I'm ever going back in to that tor- I mean workshop again."
Asera smiled to her capt-Master, and with a wave, she thought 'Trofas' in her mind before she faded into motes of green light.
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697 B.C - Land of Shadows: Throne Room
Scáthach sat on her throne in the castle, light smile on her face as she felt the someone enter her castle. The woman of course, knew that this was one of her favorite students.
"I know you're a queen, but do you really need a throne if you don't have any subjects?" A voice called out from the entrance to the throne room.
"Nice to see you too Asera." Scáthach said, smile on her face as she walked down from her throne, embracing her student. "I take it you're going to finally give Odin a stab or two for me?"
Asera chuckled slightly, "Of course, what kind of student would I be if I didn't keep my promise. Especially one was important as that one."
Scáthach nodded, getting a good look at how her student had grown. She had left to train with Circe when she was 16, and now the girl was 19. The goddess' hair now went half-way down her back, green tips stopping midway through her shoulders. She now stood at 5'6, with a lithe frame.
"Well, I didn't just come to tell you of my progress. I came with a gift actually." Asera said, smile on her face.
Scáthach, curious, asked if she could see it. Asera gave her a slight nod. "So, when I was training with Circe, I still kept up my spear and rune training. Then, one day, I realized I didn't have any more runes to practice, so I may or may not have created one,."
Scáthach eyes widened in surprise. She herself had an extremely difficult time creating a rune, and her student had done in in a few years time. Scáthach embraced her student once more, "Congrats Asera, that's not an easy feat at all."
Smiling, Asera got ready to demonstrate the rune. Quickly, she summoned Gáe Luvi and quickly stabbed herself in the stomache.
Asera coughed a slight amount of blood, before she wrote the rune on her stomache and the wound suddenly closed up, not even leaving a scar.
"Well, color me impressed. Even though healing has never been you're best subject, you created a healing rune." Scáthach said, worry covering her face after seeing her student stab herself.
"Well not exactly. This rune doesn't heal. It reverses time. The rune will reverse the thing you wrote it over until 5 minutes before you wrote the rune." Asera said, proud of herself, "It's not very good for enchanting, but it can be used really well in battles and healing."
Scáthach nodded, before Asera handed her a book. "The first half is my notes on the rune, while the second is how to actually cast it."
Scáthach smiled, knowing this would be something to fill her time, and glad that her student had given her a gift.
"Well, I suppose this is goodbye for now. I have a little fight to attend....and start." Asera said, chuckling slightly before embracing her teacher one last time and saying 'Trofas' in her mind once more.
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697 B.C - Midgard: Plains
Asera looked around, seeing flat lands all around her. Flowers flowing in the slight breeze. She sighed, knowing that this area was about to have a massive brand implanted into it.
"HEIMDALL!" Asera shouted, hoping that he would bring her back. She knew that there was a chance she wouldn't be allowed back and she would have to find a way back on her own, but she had hope. "I'm, ready to come back to Asgard!"
Then, in a flash of a brilliant rainbow light, Asera found herself traveling the Bifrost once more, something she hadn't done since escaping Asgard.
Once the light died down, Asera found herself in a familiar observatory, Heimdall standing there, sword inside the keystone.
"Hello Heimdall, nice to see you." Asera said, slight smile on her face still. "You might want to call a level five alert. I have a bone to pick with your king, but I would rather not hurt the civilians who have nothing to do with our fight."
Asera chose a level five alert because not only did she want to hurt Odin, but she wanted to cripple him. In a level fight alert, a War Level alert, not only would Odin show himself, but so would his army.
"Princess, you know that if you do this, you'll be an enemy of Asgard for your entire life" Heimdall said, concern marring his features.
Asera gave a slight nod before he called in the alert and raised his sword against Asera.
"As much as I don't wish to hurt you, Princess, this is my home and I must fight for it."
Asera sighed, nodding slightly. "I know Heimdall. I'll try not to hurt you too much."
Then, Asera summoned Gáe Luvi and got into a stance, ready to fight one of the only people she liked in Asgard.
Then, the two combatants rushed eachother, marking the beginning of Asera's first fight in her Rebellion.