Vierra was making her way through the halls getting herself ready for another calling. Yet something had kept her from leaving each time. She was rather annoyed by the constant things Fate had to offer. She got out of her room and opened the door. She then reached down to her boots and pulled them up to her knees. She then straightened her left glove. She then pulled the gauntlet on her right hand straight. One could hear the clinking down the halls as she quietly made her way out of the guild. She never thought she would be staying in the guild again. After Akryn had asked her to stay, she decided it would be best that she gave up the farm life. On top of that, it seemed her memories would slowly return to her. She cracked her neck then walked further down the hall. It seemed like an endless journey from one end of the guild hall to the other. Vierra had only found one of the many secret passages in the guild hall, but she was confident there was another that went straight to her room. Vierra also noted on the door, Ace of Rebirth was etched out. As if someone heartlessly took the position. In any case, she didn't care. That was the strange part of it. A piece of her wanted to care, but the majority of her was uncaring about it. Something just didn't feel right about living here. It seemed all the statues had ghosts inside that hated her dearly.

As she made her way into main hall, Vierra kept looking at the many statues of armor. They were tarnished, dusty, and some seemed to be rusting. She fought a familiar urge to clean them. However, she wasn't winning this battle today. Vierra stopped into the Tavern and pulled out an apron. She put a bandanna on her head then looked around for the polish. She opened a cupboard. It just seemed to sing to her as she looked around. She smiled happily as she took out the polish and then grabbed a rag. She walked to the first set of armor she saw then began polishing it. "Why... Why does this please me?" She said as the armor began to shine. She looked it up and down it was definitely clean. Spotless. She wiped some sweat off her brow. As she turned away, the doors busted open and blew her red cloak forward. She blinked as she heard that name again. KYLLLLLLLLLL. Thoughts ran through her head like mad as she heard that name. Why, why was it always her? Who was this Kyll? Why does this name follow her?

She turned around to look at the blinding light. It died down to reveal a pink haired woman in front of her. She tilted her head. She was both shocked that the doors flew off the handles and someone had such a caliber of strength. "Are you kidding me?" Vierra said aloud down the hall. Tack... tack.. tack tack tack tack. Her foot steps could be heard. She looked at the doors and sighed. "..... Wait a second..." She looked at the doors. She could see several cracks and dents in the doors to begin with. These were totally damaged before. She sighed out of relief. She then stared at woman. Her plain emerald eyes looked straight into the woman's. Something seemed familiar. "Who are you?"

Akryn frowned a bit as Alye was seemingly repulsed from Kyll, or Vierra, by some sort of energy that had thrown the angel away. As Alye lay there two long, pointed fingers, with black and white striped gloves would rise from the shadow under her grasping her shoulders and gently lifting her to a seated position, before the rest of the being would follow. A tall, thin, frightening fellow, with a long, black and white painted nose, bushy black hair, and a row of razor sharp teeth on full display in a nasty grin. "My my guildmaster, such clumsy members you do have." The being would say softly, in a vicious sounding, hissing sort of voice.

"Alye. Meet Laughing Jack, a....man of sorts, who I brought to the guild. He used to be on a team with me and works as my right hand man." Akryn said, giving a brief introduction before turning back to Kyll with a frown. He didn't like what he had seen, mostly because he was uncertain as to whose fault it was. He liked what she had to say even less. "Vierra.... very well, that is what we will call you for now. I think its time we have ourselves a discussion however. There are to many questions, and I need answers. Especially if the lords of the arcane are involved. Come with me." He said to Vierra sternly, before turning to Alye with a softer expression. "If you are in need of any medical attention, Jack here can lead you to the medical ward. Otherwise I would like you to join us as well. As a former guild master yourself you may have some insight into how I should proceed." he said before turning and marching away, his red coat billowing behind him as he made his way to his office. He had chosen not to use the one that those before him had used, instead having created his very own office. Underground, in the entry way to a gigantic vault, the vault door clearly visible behind his desk, making him the last line of defense between the outside world and whatever was behind the door. Or perhaps the front line defense, protecting the world from what was locked in the vault....

The office was built more like an armory, a very defensible one, than anything else. The door was large and heavy, carved of some green stone with silver across its width, magical runes etched into the silver with red stones set into magic circles at the four corners of the stone. Inside the stone room a large, ornate desk, made of some sort of twisted looking white wood, wrapped in some clear, hard substance sitting squarely in the center, with ornate sculptures of soaring dragons, made of various metals and jewels on the desk in a beautiful display. A large, comfortable looking, chair sat behind the desk, with a dark red, leather upholstery. Along the walls on either side many various weapons hung, some plain and ordinary, such as a large, dark colored, iron greatsword. Some however were beautiful, with power emanating from them that could be felt from within the doorway, such as an axe that hung on one wall, a golden shaft and green blades carved like wings. Six suits of ornate armor also stood along the walls, each gleaming in the light, holding silver trimmed shield with golden trees emblazoned on them, each with a silvery sword drawn, and all six facing the vault door, shields raised as if prepared for combat. Six crystals hung in the air around the room in a circle, each glowing a soft white and illuminating the room nicely, yet eight torches also sat along either wall at regular intervals, with a chandelier hanging down with each and every candle lit as well. Two massive statues, made of some black stone sat in the back of the room, gleaming in the light, holding gigantic shields and axes, flanking the vault door, with many magical runes lining all along the walls, floor, and ceiling. Taking away from all this however was a large space on the left wall, bare of any weapons or decorations, but instead holding dozens, if not hundreds, of posters. Wanted posters, for several guilds and many individuals, with many of those individuals and a fair amount of the guilds marked out by some sort of red mark across them.

Akryn took his seat behind his desk and looked across it, preparing himself for what was to come next. He hated having to treat guild members as if they had done something wrong, but there was to much at stake to be in doubt now. "Vierra. Alye. Where have you two been, and why have you come back?"

Vierra watched as the newcomers appeared. Something deep down inside told her not to trust them. However, she nodded to Ayle and Akryn and sat down. She listened to every word Alye had to say. This girl must seriously had been trying to find her. No wonder Vierra felt an immediate connection to her. The two were destined for something better.

"F-Faeries?" Vierra tried to think of something that matched what she thought would be a faerie. Then it hit her. Vierra got a little closer to Alye and opened a pink portal. Out of the portal purple butterflies floated on her injuries from the reaction when she had first seen Ayle. "These seem like faeries."

She didn't like the room she was in. Not one bit. Something in her didn't want to continue into the office. She felt unwelcomed. More than ever it just felt wrong. Something was wrong. Something was wrong. Something IS wrong. Vierra could feel her heart flutter when he said something about the lords of the Arcane Realm. Her mind scattered. How could she explain what had happened and what she was up to? "Um..." She looked at both of the mages and put a hand behind her back. She smiled and closed her eyes in a familiar way. "I honestly don't know what to tell you. From what I gathered, the hooded man seemed to be in a lot of trouble as I was kicked out of the Arcane Realm. I barely remember it really..." She squeezed her hands together then looked down at her knees as she kept them together. Her eyes softened as a voice went through her mind.

Tell them... Tell them about us...

She grit her teeth. The Major Arcana spoke to her. They trusted her, but why? What did she do to deserve their trust? She looked up at her "guildmaster" and smiled. "Aspects of the Major Arcana have been scattered all over the place. In order to restore the hooded man, all of the Major Arcana must be gathered. So far, I have found three." She tilted her head and looked forward. She put her hand into her breast pocket and pulled out only one card. This time, it was different than The Hermit. She now held The Emperor. "This card came from Trase's Metal Slayer magic. You would know Trase as Cirven." She put the card on the table. "These cards do not wish to be with just anyone. In fact, they are like 'people' too." She looked at the two. "This is Gilgamesh. Also known as The Emperor. He chose a mage, but was willfully bound to save the life of his chosen." She kept the card close to her. Treasured it. "I have also ran into someone of great interest. I do not know if he will join our guild, but I promised that I would be his friend." She then looked to the side and down at her knees with a small blush. She immediately cleared her throat. "Alright the second card I found was The Hermit. This one was in The Hooded Man's vault. As we have learned, Miss Kyll has left hints all over the guild for everyone to find one day." She then sighed. "The Hermit rushed to Mosa Ezbron. A mage I ran into in Hargeon Town. When I was working a job with him, The Hermit left my side." She looked at the card she held in her hand. "My Aspect who chose me feared the man upon finding out that Mosa is an Arcane Mage as well." Upon speaking his name her thoughts flew to Girana and Ryu. She wasn't going to mention those two. However, she did want to mention one more thing. "Geno was another Arcane Being I ran into. I don't know why, but he seems to be a bit of a sociopath."She leaned back in her chair moved her feet then stood up. "Now if you will excuse me, I have a mission to do. I don't know why, but I as I restore my memories and the closer I get to the answers, they tend to run away, the more I want to dislike this place." She put the card away. "I would like to be near someone familiar to me. Mosa." She started to walk out of the room. "Ayle if you want to join me on this mission you're more than welcome to. Either way, we are getting The Hooded Man back."Just then she turned her face to look towards the two. Her eyes seemed to glow a bit, just like Kyll's. More than ever. She had a more saddened look to her face. The look was that of an extremely close friend trying to find her partner. What seemed to be, her everything. Her life. This was a face of the mage that had dedicated herself to Eclipse Soul, the look of the mage who never took a the guild master's seat even though she had plenty opportunity. Instead, she left the seat open for her Master to come back. That was the signature, determined look, of the Ace of Rebirth, the only Ace to ever keep her loyalties to just one guildmaster. She then turned around. Her voice changed. She placed a hand on a suit of armor. "This is all wrong..." She then gripped her fist and left a dent in the armor. She walked out of the room and down the hall.