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Each year, she would have to take in 20 beings to train and ensure that power is shared amongst them evenly. Ivor knew that it was the King and Queen Goddess, his parents and their councils' idea to ensure that she doesn't remain too powerful. With each year, they worried that she would usurped the throne with her white army - however, even Ivor could easily see that she wasn't the least bit keen on power. All she cared about was....

"Wine? Do we have anymore of that sweet nectar wine that you've created?" Loralie asked Dio who looked at her and shook his head.

"Not unless you start treating me better, with dignity and respect,"

"When did I not treat you with dignity and respect?" she pouted and he rolled his eyes, ignoring her expression, "When you're drunk!"

He pointed at her, "You'll cry and hug my leg and beg me not to go," he looked at her and gave her a look, "Soon, your icy goddess image is going to crumble and fall. Wait till all your disciples see you for who you really are."

"Which is?"

"An emotional drunk," he said and she pouted even more. "But, I'm sure they'll be too timid to come near me anyway. I hardly show up for their trainings. Speaking of which, are they here already?"

Di felt a headache approaching, "Yesterday! They've been waiting for your orders like lovesick puppies."

"Oh," Loralie murmured and Dio gave her another look seethed with gentle admonishment. She sighed and left her seat that she had been nesting since she had awoken.

She stretched alittle and got out. Before she did so, she made a mental note that she needed to visit the Fates for abit. It has been far too long...

Have they forgotten about him ..?

She counted, was it time for his return...?