Dorotea 2

"Why did you send me to the library when you knew I wouldn't be able to read anything?" Dorotea shouted as she stormed back into the throne room.

"Oh, right. I forgot about that. It's the same for me and Kyira has no idea either."

"Great, just great," she muttered as she paced back and forth in front of the throne.

"Look, I know it sucks to be you right now, but my life isn't so wonderful either. So rather than screaming at me, how about we try and figure out what's going on? Can you do that?"

"Do you have any idea who you are talking to?"

"Do you? Piss me off too much and I'll toss your ass outside and leave you there!"

"I will try."

"What do the legends say about this?" Sophia waved her hand at the room.

"Not much detail. Invincible, indestructable, run by either a mad-woman or a deity, those kinds of things. You are supposed to be immortal and unkillable."

"The instanced versions will only transport the near-dead back to their hut for healing." Sophia replied without thought.

"There's a word in there that I didn't understand. What does instanced mean?"

"It means this is one of many copies of this hut, all based off the original Hut of All-Worlds. Irena and her companions created copies, with reduced feature sets, umm, with reduced powers, to recruit help."

"I don't believe you. Convince me that you really know what you are talking about."

"Fine. How about I tell you all about yourself?" Sophia replied. She proceeded to detail the world of the mage wars, the wars, the death, the rise of the Wizard Lords from the shattered remains and the low order arcane survivors. By the time she was finished Dorotea was shaking and white, leaning heavily against the throne for support. "Now do you believe?"

"Ye..yes." Dorotea slid down the edge of the throne and sat, leaning her back against it, absorbing a bit of comfort from the solidity of it. "What, what do we do now?"

"No change, fix this thing and see about getting us home." Sophia pushed herself up from the throne and walked toward the far doors.

"Aren't you forgetting weapons?"

"Right, I'll be right back." Sophia returned with two swords, one on each hip. "Not that they'll help me much, since I don't know how to use them."

"Is one of those Soul Eater?"

Sophia turned white, "No. We don't get Soul Eater and I wouldn't wear it if we did!"

"But to suck the souls of your enemies, know their every thought, wouldn't that be useful?"

"And risk madness or worse every time I used it? I don't think so!"

"What about the Hand of Retribution? Do you have that? It would make you a credible opponent since you don't know how to use the swords."

"I don't think that's available either."

"Then what are you going to do if someone attacks?"

"Die, test out my theories? I don't know, but we can't fix anything hiding in here. I'm going crazy with waiting and sitting."