Wiliaquo: "Darling Monse! I was able to slip a frequency through the cracks, shouldn't be traceable at all." He walked up from behind her inside Tiffany's room as she placed a wet rag on Tiffany's forehead, trying to keep the element of water within her spirit. "How is she holding up?"
Monse: "Not good...Nothing I do is helping her; I don't know what else I can do for her. Who did you contact?" She looked over her shoulder at him, raising an eyebrow.
Wiliaquo: "I remember we received a signal from someone a very long time ago, something greenwood, but they claimed to want to help other timelines. I just pray that he can aid us with what is going on. I don't know how many timelines are being affected by this." She rested his hand on her shoulder, rubbing it to comfort her, "It will be okay."
He picked Multhi up out of his crib, forcing a smile he did not quite feel. "How is my little prince doing?"
Multhi: He bubbled his lips, a thin string of spit forming as his hands waved in the air, completely unaware of the tension filling the room.
Wiliaquo: His thumb brushed Multhi's cheek, his voice lowering. "I still wonder what you will become. What you are capable of."
Monse: Her head snapped toward him. "Wiliaquo, is now really the time for that?"
Wiliaquo: He flinched, the smile vanishing instantly. "Right. Sorry." He gently placed Multhi back into the crib. The moment his hands left him, Multhi let out a small, confused whine, reaching upward.
Wiliaquo: He turned away, pacing the room with restless steps, fingers flexing at his sides as the silence pressed in. "Come on...someone answer." The hum in the walls grew just a little louder. "What's that-"
Monse: "Oh no..." She held Tiffany closer to her body.
There was a sudden loud flash of lightning as a being blitzed in out of nowhere, a slightly taller being wearing a full mechanical suit, with dark blue metal and lightning bolts pulsing around the coils, shifting between the colors of the lighting. The visor was shaped like a double-sided lightning bolt, giving the suit a superhero-type design.
Aiden: He tapped the side of his nanotech helmet, which retracted to reveal his ghostly appearance, "Wiliaquo! I am not your enemy, I am here to help you with your situation!"
Wiliaquo: He opened the large castle gates, staring down the bottom of the steps at Aiden, "Are you Mr.Greenwood?!"
Aiden: "Aiden Greenwood at your service, one of the founding members of the Golden Guardians!" He held out his arms to prove he wasn't a threat, the lightning slowly dying down from his body.
Wiliaquo: "Are you of elemental origin? I sense elemental power within your body."
Aiden: "Oh, nah, that's a long story- Anyway, where is this Tiffany girl you spoke of over the frequency?" He suddenly appeared inside the room with Monse, "Don't be alarmed, I'm just fast-"
Monse: She stumbled over, startled by the sudden appearance of this person, but Multhi was loving it, clapping his hands where he suddenly appeared. "S-she's right here, sir, please help me save my daughter."
Aiden: He knelt, hovering his hand over her body as a holographic scan went over her entire body, "Hmm, her mortality is killing her. Has this sector of the timelines lost its life beacon?"
Wiliaquo: He walked into the room, catching his breath, "If by that you mean the Everlasting Tree, then yes, it was burned down by a tyrant."
Aiden: His eyes widened, "Oh my- I did not realize you all were experiencing such cruelty. I assume that is why you all are hiding out here instead of within the elemental timeline?"
Monse: "It was the only way we could love each other in peace." She quickly held Wiliaquo's hand as he walked in the room fully, "We have not been able to catch a break since we proclaimed our love..."
Aiden: He looked between the two of them, a fat smile formed on his face, "Aww, that's adorable and so awful at the same time. Don't worry, once I get back here, I will ensure that our leader is aware of your struggles and comes down to help with these issues. We've been cleaning up from a past incident." He tapped on his wrist gauntlet, and a holographic screen popped up; he began inputting different sequences.
Wiliaquo: "Oh?" He tilted his head at Aiden's response, "Who's your boss?"
Aiden: He kept tapping the screens, going through millions of different chemical and mathematical equations on the screen, attempting to calculate the best outcome for a plan. "Oh, sorry, Star is my boss."
Both Wiliaquo and Monse: "STAR IS YOUR BOSS?!"
Wiliaquo: "Hold on, stop, are you talking about the Beacon of Hope, the Savior of Reality, the Golden Warrior, THAT STAR?!" He rushed over to Aiden's side.
Aiden: He kept trying to concentrate, "Yeah, that's him alright. Is this another one of those spots across the layered infinity where he is just a legend?" His screen flashed, "Oh, perfect, Monse, I need to borrow your hand."
Monse: "W-wait, you can't just glaze past the fact that you work with Star!-" She paused for a moment, realizing that all of this was just a normal day for this kid, then snapped back to reality, "My hand? What for?" She held it out towards him, still questioning what exactly he needed it for.
Aiden: His finger turned into a needle, picking her wrist, quickly taking some of her god-like blood. "I am going to reconfigure her DNA to match yours entirely; that way, she will be connected to your form of immortality, which should completely nullify the effects of the mortality disease." He turned back toward Tiffany.
Wiliaquo: "Are you positive that will work? That is something that requires an extreme amount of precision and intelligence-"
Aiden: "Done."
Wiliaquo: He blinked twice, looking between Tiffany and Aiden, "How?!"
Aiden: His finger turned back to normal, tapping the screen a few more times. "Simple, I used microscopic bolts of lightning magic to navigate through her body and shift everything around the blood sample I took. It's pretty simple, I've done it a couple of times before already." He generated a freshly clean wet towel out of the old one, using his bolts to gently heat it and place it back on her head. "Give her 17 hours, and she will be okay."
Wiliaquo: "May I ask you something, Mr.Greenwood?"
Aiden: He stood up, packing up all of his extra things before looking at him, "What's up?"
Wiliaquo: "Why hasn't Star come here to help us...with all of our struggles? Where is he?"
Aiden: He smiled softly, "Star has always been there with you, may it not be physically, but the feeling of hope, freedom, and preservation of your love comes from his will, his spirit. He has been working hard, repairing an unimaginable amount of timelines from the clutches of evil. But no matter what happens, he is always there for everyone, always. Be brave, brother." He pat him on the shoulder, vanishing out of the building in a quick flash of light.
Monse: She cried, holding Tiffany's hand, "Thank you so much, Star, you bless us with your presence and helpers..."