It was out of sheer annoyance that the Sea Nymph left her patron, and stepped through the second door. She did not like to be summoned by others, especially by Gods so new and foreign. It felt as though they were putting her in her place, aligning her with the mortals, assigning them the same task, and providing the same options. Ampoule didn’t appreciate it.

What the Gods of Mythris did not understand is that Ampoule would always find a path most original – one that was rarely taken, but others, as they might not have known it was an option. Thus was the blessing and curse of most of Nymphkind. They were crafty, to say the least.

Monsters were on just the other side of Godlihood. There was good magic, benign magic, and dark magic – but they were all connected by the common denominator, magic. As Ampoule saw it, the wraiths were like her brothers. Her disgusting, creepy brothers. Sent to do the bidding of those more powerful than they.

Then, there were the masses who gathered to combat them. Teeth and snarls were brandished like weapons, launched at the massacring wraiths. The two nymphs, both born of the sea, sat next to each other and watched on. This was a great teaching moment.

Look at how they flock to warfare, the elder of the two said quietly, not wishing to attract attention – but she believed, given the circumstances, those fighting the battle would not have attention to spare. Heeding the call of anyone who asks them nicely enough.

If a monstrous, bloodthirsty being snapped at her, Ampoule paid it almost no heed. Mortals are driven by vanity, ego, and pride—especially the men. There were many males here fighting, alongside the bravest of women. They were all so valiant! So foolish with their single, solitary life! So willing to sacrifice themselves, which she normally found enthralling. Here, it felt foolish.

and still…

The grecian swan looked at her young sister. Well, she said with a wry grin, knowing the girl was so young to fight; but what was immortality worth, if not utilized? Might be fun? She shrugged and leaned her body forward, suggesting that maybe – just maybe – they join the fray.

But only if Dyname felt she was ready for it.