Relik noticed some of the people he was talking to get tense. So he decided to sit up and look around, and since his Icy Lens was still activated, he easily spotted the intruder. What confused Relik was why these people were getting alert for this guy, but when he and Kale came they didn't seem to care.

But, he shrugged it off and put his head back down. The new guy's light wasn't bright enough to be one of those magic eaters, so he doubted there would be trouble.

"Hey, dragon-lady," Bismuth had yet to be introduced, "if you can just make water, why did you have to go find some just now?"

He stepped out revealing himself towards them, his eyes emitted a light blue glow. His body held the temperature at below freezing, he looked at each of them, he saw two anxious characters. He began to write in the air with his finger, "I am not your enemy."

Out of the darkness, Samoht's blade flowed out and stopped in front of the new person's throat. All he had to do was push back, and the interloper would have a new mouth in his neck. He stepped from the shadows, having been hidden from view in the darkness.

"For your sake, you better not be."

He pulled his shortsword back and sheathed it.

"It'sss eassssier to work with what isss already in exssisstencsse. Much harrrder creating out of nothing," Bismuth replied casually, "bessidess, I am sssaving my energy for laterrr. And the name issss Bisssmuth," she smiled again.

"Unh...huh..."

Kale glanced at his water skin and it levitated over to the newcomer.

"Thirsty?"

Kings sensed a coldness while he slept. It was not the coldness that he knew, but a different one. This one still kept the mortal veil. But the one before was different. She was very different... His sleeping mind recalled something out of this world, that didn't belong. Yet vaguely familiar... Something that could only be described as Helias.

Even in his dreams she was there, and his mind swam with the thoughts and sights he had during their battle. He had been suprised when all of a sudden Shara, the woman he fought, became suddenly an icecube, then another woman burst from within it. This woman's body was a translucent blue, and the very air about her froze. Within a few moments, the entire castle had frozen.

She killed all, with no distinction between male or female, quite unlike Queen Shara. Frozen popsicles were all that was left of Shara's attendants, and her very prescense left a feeling of death in those living. But she seemed to most interested in Kings, if it could be said she could be interested. With a emotionless body and face, she attacked him calmly. She did not strike rapidly, or move quickly in battle, but rather she seemed to ooze her coldness wherever it would be most effective. It was almost like she was trying to smother Kings.

The battle went at a standstill for the two, Each were well matched in power, and the vast amounts of water created didn't help the two. Kings lost his fire powers, and she was unable to spread her ice. It was at a slow and brutal stalemate, until kings made a bold move.

He managed to get close to her, and with one mighty effort, threw her across the lake they had made from their battle. The vaccum created as she rocketed over the water created a gap in the water. Kings then propeled himself through the gap, almost in a superman-esque flight pose, using the flame charge technique. As he caught up with her in midair, only inches above the deadly water, he enflamed his fist and shoved it deep into her chest.

In doing so his head submerged, and he smacked hard against the water, rebounding onto dry land. He was now entirely powerless, but his attack had done it's purpose. In his hands he held the strange icy blue crystal that Shara had coveted so much. Also in his hands, the crystal still sought to end his life. As his hand began to numb, Kings chucked the crystal as hard as he could, and soon it was nought but a speck in the night sky.

As the unconcious body of Shara floated towards dry land, he surveyed the battlefield. The body of water created from Kings' Fire touching Hielas' ice now flooded the entire valley, and only the roof of the great castle Shara had conquered was still visible above the waves. As the warm sun rose over the new lake, an exhausted Kings carried Shara over his back as he made the trip back to The Kindom of Remiel...

Kings rolled over in the campfire flames, and dreamt of other things.

If Relik had been looking toward Theran, he would have noticed that the, before, nearly extinguished light of his magical essence, had been steadily repairing itself and was now slightly brighter than Liana's. His magical energy had, indeed, regenerated enough that he was capable of regaining consciousness, but he kept his eyes closed for now, listening to the conversation around him, and taking careful stock of his position.

'Well, I'm alive, and I'm not chained down, that's a plus. In fact, someone seems to have taken the time to put a blanket on me and set me up to rest properly. It seems my teleportation circle must have worked... but, on the not so bright side, there seem to be many people around me, and most of their voices are unfamiliar... and I lost my glamour earlier. Not to mention the fact that I'm still too weak to move.'

Carefully, he slid one eye open, just enough to see, hoping that no one would notice, with his head bowed and their collective attention seemingly toward guarding the tent. He was careful not to move, merely sliding his eye around and looking at the people of the camp.

He almost sighed in relief when he noticed that he had succeeded in saving the alchemist girl, but caught himself in time to stop the noise, and any movement,

Either way, however, he didn't plan on letting a bunch of strangers, who now knew he was a faerie, do anything with him until he had regained at least a decent portion of his strength, and so he covertly placed a finger upon the ground, and began to draw magical energy from the earth, as the human mages known as channelers were forced to do, exponentially increasing his rate of magical recovery.

Unfortunately for Theran, Bismuth DID notice by the flare of the sidhe's aura.
Fortunately for Theran, she made nothing of it, perhaps thinking that it was good the fae creature was alive and conscious, if even for the moment. Instead, she reached over to the fire and poked the sleeping King, who was obviously having a rather unpleasant dream, and had upset a few burning pieces of wood. The fire around her hand hissed as Bismuth's natural mix-breed water and air aura fought with the flames, then settled for an unsteady, disgruntled crackle.

"Kingssss, isss it? Sssstop drreeaming."

The character looked at Artorio, "...you trust me?" He spoke in a low cold voice that sounded like a whisper, but naturally that was how he spoke. He jumped up into the tree and began to murmur a spell, a massive ice shell shielded the whole camp to prevent any hostile invaders from intruding. If anyone would notice, the character had casted a frozen shield on each of the individuals, even though it was invisible it held a strong defense.