"A hundred years in the past, are we in the middle of the Hundred Years War?" asked Nova as they weaved their way to a clearing.
"Not really, about three years more towards the end of that war."
"Ah, that's comforting to note."
"We are in the year 1450, Peru is known for child sacrifices, about a hundred. The human race, killer of their kind. Another revolt at England's side against Old Henry and a monarch from far is assassinated," rambled Raiyen, as he tried to recall all that was occurring.
"Ah well, better than that archduke, 464 years later," continued Raiyen, unable to clear his mind.
"Why are you talking to yourself? And the things you don't make sense at all," complained Nova.
"A Time Mage that has traveled across Time itself, there is bound to be some setbacks."
"One of which is not making sense?"
"I'm making perfect sense, you just can't keep up. Ah! Home at last," yelled Raiyen as he dashed towards the mini castle.
"Used to be old Chapel, but was gone after a few fights here and there. Gillian and Ysabeau converted it into a home for all of us."
The Old Chapel was huge, even for Nova's time. The walls were still sturdy as if it had been untouched. It bore no look of war or fights but it screams of nostalgia towards anyone who came by. An upgraded cottage, if there was such a thing.
Its roof had been repainted from gray to brick red. The walls from their normal grey and black color to a nice pale white. The windows retained their design. A chimney stuck out from the building's top, the smoke indicated food was cooking.
"Wait, did you just say Ysabeau and Gillian? As in, High Queen Meslander and Headmaster Gillian?" asked Nova, as the boy ran off.
"Yea, what about it?" replied Raiyen, in a nonchalant voice.
He then paused, just outside the garden.
"How can a commoner like you be acquainted with the ones who in charge of the Arks?"
Raiyen's expression took a turn for the dark side as he approached the naive little human before him.
"Don't assume that I'm a normal Time Mage just because of the way I dress. Indeed, I do not come from a royal background but that does not define what my powers can do to you if I feel like it," cautioned Raiyen as he gave a fierce look towards the girl.
"Any one of us, the Founders of the Pentacle Arks, are capable of committing genocide for leisure. People are bigger on the inside. This will be the last time I am going to tell you this warning, so heed these words," bellowed Raiyen as he warned the young girl.
"This will come useful before your empire's downfall. Royalty is just a mere title when it comes to the battlefield. It won't help you once you've gone to war," he continued.
"I'm well aware of that. I have lost family in a war before. I know that the battlefield knows no bounds when it comes to mindless slaughter," she replied, solemnly.
"How long are you two going to stand there? Ysabeau and Mav worked all night to plant those flowers, so stop killing them and get your lunch, Time Boy!" shouted a man from the doorway of the Chapel.
"Coming, Angry Man..." mumbled Raiyen, hopping out of the area.
Nova went towards the cozy cottage shyly. A beautiful French lady came out to greet Raiyen, dressed in a lovely gown adorned with gems that would cost more than those on Nova's crown.
"Lady Meslander," greeted Nova, kneeling in respect. Ysabeau looked puzzled.
"I may be second in command but I bear no title in royalty," said Ysabeau, coaxing the young girl to stand up.
"But you are the High Queen! You rank higher than an empress! In other words, you are the second most powerful!" exclaimed Nova in protest.
"All six of us who had founded the Arks are family. We do not divide ourselves into ranks, it would break our family bonds. And besides, little Mavis could easily beat me into a pulp in her full form," explained Ysabeau, leading the girl into the Old Chapel.
The place had been transformed so drastically that it barely resembled a cottage, rather than a Chapel. It wasn't bad, but it felt a bit poor for Nova's test. A table made out of stone with some chairs awaited them, with Baldwin's cooked lunch on top.
"You must be famished from the trip, eat up, the both of you," instructed Ysabeau, gently.
"Does she know about us Time Frame Hopping?" whispered Nova.
"She does, now. Great sense of hearing," said Raiyen, rather casually.
"Met Mav," said Raiyen, chomping down onto the club sandwich.