Loki recovered slowly in his hospital bed, Opal trained as a mage, Kat helped run an Empire and Apollo well he explored. He covered the many alleyways and crannies. Apollo mapped out Quartz but soon grew bored. He grew bored of sitting by Loki and attending political meetings. Apollo longed for something to do. So in the darkness of the night he snuck back to his old village, flying on his pegasus. The castle was eeriely quiet. He edged round corners and tiptoed through abandoned rooms, yet he found no one. The last room he checked was the throne room. He heard faint voices and slunk gracefully inside. The unknown figures sat in a circle discussing.
“There are assassins on their way to Quartz right this minute. We can’t afford to argue!” a voice cried out. Apollo gasped in shock.
“INTRUDER!” one of them screamed. Apollo raced out of the room being pursued by torchlights. Voices cried after him. He leapt onto the pegasus and flew into the night as fast as he could. He cursed in terror as the horse began to slow down. Apollo desperately patted the horse, willing it to go faster. The horse began to rapidly lose height. Apollo tugged at its mane. The horse shrieked in pain and tossed Apollo into the ocean. He screamed as the wind whistled past him. Apollo splashed into the ocean.
Meanwhile, the castle remained silent. Loki lay in his bed weakly.
“INTRUDERS! LOCKDOWN COMMENCE IMMEDIATELY!!” Shouted a voice. Loki sat up out of bed slowly. He got to his feet.
“Opal?” He cried, walking through the castle. People were running everywhere but there was no sign of Opal. Kat grabbed his arm.
“Quick.” She said.
“Opal is inside.” Together they ran into a chamber and locked the doors tightly shut.
“Loki!” Cried a familiar figure.
“Opal!” They crammed together in a hug.
“Where’s Apollo? He asked.