A little while later Alistair's sobs quieted, "Where are we?" He choked the words out as Mirana materialised a handkerchief and handed it to him, "We are now on Alfheim." She smiled kindly.

"Why did you save me?" He questioned as he glanced up to meet her eyes, she explained everything just as it happened, from the unnamed parent they shared, to Heimdall calling to her about Jotunheim being destroyed to the way she had been living as an elf with Zevran for a few years, she answered any questions he had if she had the answer he needed.

Zevran was just sitting nearby through the entire exchange, silently taking in the scene, Alistair spoke in Asgardian dialect, "How are you not afraid of me?" Alistair asked Zevran, as his voice pulled him from his thoughts he shook away the burning questions he had about Mirana that were bouncing around in his head, "I am, but I know how it feels to loose your parents, even if someone would attack you, you wouldn't feel the need to defend yourself." He slowly whispered just loud enough to be heard, Alistair quietly nodded in agreement.

"I suppose I should try to cast an illusion over this." Alistair weakly laughed as he motioned to his blue skin, Mirana just nodded her head with a weak smile.

"Do you think he could stay with us for a while?" She asked Zevran, but before he could reply, she started to justify her request, "Just until we make sure it's safe for him to go back to Jotunheim." Zevran just let out a small laugh, "He's family just as much as you are now my sister." He assured her while subtlety letting her know that he had found out that she was his sister while she was on Jotunheim.

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It took a while for Alistair to perfect the illusion he was placing over his frost giant features, "I've never cast an illusion before." He explained, "I have many times, let me help." His older sister insisted, a bit later he had successfully disguise himself as an elf with the assistance of Mirana.

"Let's go, it's very late and we have yet to sleep." Zevran insisted, his new found, nonrelated brother agreed to his proposal, "Aren't we just the strangest looking set of siblings you've ever seen?" Alistair joked as they were walking back toward camp after Mirana cast the illusion back over herself.

The three snuck back through camp, careful not to wake anyone on their way in, "Come morning, since you probably don't speak Elvish, I'll handle your introductions to the camp, ok Alistair?" Zevran offered, "I actually can, I know all-speak, but I could use the moral support." Alistair replied kindly in perfect Elvish, "We will have to come up with a story behind why you are here and where you are from before we do any introductions." their sister explained as they stepped into the shelter.

All three of them stayed up just a bit longer working on the story to tell, final settling on all of the details around an hour later and soon after that they all retired for the night with hopes of getting a decent amount of sleep before daylight came.

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The morning came, Zevran and Mirana vouched for Alistair, allowing him to stay in the camp with no problems, after a short explanation that Alistair couldn't use magic at all because he wasn't a mage, granted that was a complete lie just to keep the elders of the camp from insisting they teach him elvish magic, that as a frost giant was impossible for him to actually learn.

Alistair was tasked with foraging soon enough since there wasnt much else for him to do, Mirana and Zevran usually took to other tasks like treating any injured wildlife, granted Mirana didn't have the ability to use healing magic very well.

If the wild animals in their care were to die, their tasks were to treat the animals hide and create Alfheim leather, with the help of the elvish magic, it was imbued with the warmth of Alfheim for voyages to cold worlds and still light enough to move freely in.

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As Alistair settled in, Mirana tought him Asgardian magic and in return, at night they would venture into the wilds where he would work with her to control the ice and cold of Jotunheim, while they worked together, they would tell each other stories of their youth, some nights Zevran would tag along and would join in on their story telling, the three just looked like the perfect trio of siblings, as long as Mirana and Alistair held their illusions at least.

Time passed, things were going well, until the elves seen the first signs of corruption among the wildlife, multiple animals who had been torn open and feasted upon, it had been hundreds of years since the first time corruption took over some of the animals, the animals had turned carnivorous, attacking the elves even, forcing the otherwise peaceful species to fight and kill in order to survive.

During the first corruption, the elves were thinned out massively by the time they warded off the corruption with the assistance of a few of the Flora Colossus who roamed the wilds just outside of the nearby camps.

Panic set in when one night a group of corrupt Flora Colossus attempted to attack the camp Mirana and her brothers were living in, that night the trio had decided not to venture into the wilds since the corruption seemed to be taking over more and more creatures, thankfully they decided to stay in camp, because they were the first to hear the cries of the elf who was first to get attacked.

Bolting out of the shelter, Zevran summoned his twin daggers and his armor, consistent of Alfheim leather and armored vines wrapping around his arms, legs and midsection, behind him Alistair ran out with only a sword on his hip, not really needing armor because of his thick frost giant skin.

Mirana ran out just behind her two younger brothers in the Elvish tunic and trousers that she usually wore, but around her body twined the Asgardian chains, across her shoulder and chest, wrapped around her torso, down her arms and legs, the links were small, as if they were just accessories, but given the need to fight, they would grow in size, strength and weight as she willed them to.

The three were met by multiple, Flora Colossus tearing apart the camp, but instead of looking healthy and moving peacefully, they were roaring furiously like wild war beasts, rampaging, ripping shelters from the ground and tossing them like they weighed nothing, their bodies looked hallowed out, diseased, rotting and decaying, their eyes not full of life like usual, they were empty, the only thing you could see in their eyes was anger, darkness and pure evil.

One of them charged toward the trio, before it could reach them, Alistair pulled his sword and charged toward it instead, Mirana knew what was going to happen, and it happened just as she expected, the sword got stuck inside of the beast, Alistair was doing his best to pull the sword from its stomach all the while dodging its hands.

Zevran was off helping the elder elves get clear of the destruction, and Mirana got ready to rip some beasts apart, quite literally.

Mirana willed the Agardian chains to grow in length and size, so they did, she ran toward the beast that her brother was hanging off of, she let loose of one end of the chain in her hand, willing it to wrap around the beast's neck.

Within seconds she had both ends of the chain in her hands again, and with one pull, the snapping of rotted wood filled the air as the Flora Colossus was decapitated and falling to the ground with a howl of pain coming from the beast's mouth just before the sound of it falling echoed though the camp, gaining the attention of the rest of the corrupted that were around them.

"I think they might be looking at us." Alistair whispered to his sister, "No, but I think they might be planning to kill us." Mirana joked.

A group of the stronger elves were alongside the three siblings as they attempted to kill the corrupted before they could kill anymore elves, with very little luck, elvish mages stood off to the sides, attempting to use their healing magic on those elves close to falling so they wouldn't be killed, some younger elves who knew nature magic were trying to trip the corrupted, failing for the most part.

Some of the elders came back, attempting to use music magic to put the beasts to sleep, but no such luck came, the song was not assisting the fighters, "Sister, it's not working, too many are being killed, we need you two to ice them." Zevran insisted, "We can't show ourselves, we would be exiled Zev." Alistair yelled from nearby.

They were some of the very few remaining fighters on the field so Mirana used her magic to call her Asgardian armor, granted on Asgard she never had the chance to use it, Heimdall insisted she should have it, just in case.

On her armor, her chains rested, as she fought the beasts she willed Jotun ice to form on her shoulders in the shape of spikes, with that she started to charge the corrupted, the icy spikes quickly taking down multiple beasts as she impaled them in the stomach, and sides.

"Heimdall, I could use Hofund's assistance here!" She held up her hand to the sky and there in her hand materialised Heimdall's sword, her chains linked to the handle just as they had done to several practice swords in her youth, Heimdall called the weapons that came from the link between any other weapon and the chains 'The Master's Pendulum' so that's what she had always known it as.

Mastered swings of the weighted chains sent Hofund slicing through many of the corrupted, but it seemed as soon as one was cut down that two more would appear from the treeline, charging at one of the very few remaining warriors, "We have to Alistair!" Mirana yelled over the strained chanting from the elders and screams of battle, he immediately knew what she meant, though reluctant, they both knew exactly what they had to do.

She sent Hofund back to Heimdall as she and Alistair dropped their illusions, her true form shimmered into place until Alistair rushed to her side, grabbing her arm, turning every last bit of her skin blue.

The siblings each let out loud, echoing, and bone chilling, frost giant war cries that rattled the soil around them, causing the corrupted to stop in their steps momentarily.

With the ice crystal shards forming in the air around the two siblings, the beasts seemed to all realise what was bound to happen, if you looked closely enough, it was apparent that fear now resided in their cold, empty eyes.

All of the elves that were remaining on the battlefield fled, scared for their life, aside from Zevran of course, he knew the two frost giants wouldn't hurt anyone of innocence in the battle, at least not on purpose, he did move out of the line of fire though, because he knew that the fight was going to end up getting a little more violent than it had been.

Mirana and Alistair looked around at the now silent battlefield, their glances meeting several of the corrupted as they all silently stopped what they were doing and starting to back away from the two with the plan to flee, but it was much too late for their surrender, they had already killed too many innocent elves to be spared so easily.

A wave of their hands was all it took, ice shards darted through the air, meeting their marks perfectly, tearing through layers of the corrupted, dozens of them falling to the ground within mere seconds, as the shards ripped through the beasts leaving only frost behind on the beasts where they had been impaled.

When the last Flora Colossus fell to the ground as it's wound iced over, elves all around the two siblings gasped, horrified at what they had just witnessed from the two monsters who had been disguised and hiding among them for such a long time.

Authors note:

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