You'll have your trinkets, your desire for power, your hunger for wealth. I bid you to drink deeply from the Ebonmere, mortal. For this is where the Agent of Nocturnal is born. The Oath has been struck, the die has been cast and your fate awaits you in the Evergloam.
An important note regarding Kotone's Espathra. This is what it looks like when he's allowed out of his pokeball to hang out. He will charge her. He will charge her friends. He will charge you. Kotone is always ready with her hand out to stop him. She'll smile after and say, "He's just the sweetest, huh?"
This scene is in the second chapter. Athena has escaped and killed those who kept her captive. She flew to where Pallas is living in owl form but she was pursed and attacked by a murder of crows, with something odd about them....
This is told from Pallas' perspective. Content warning for blood (sort of a little bit) and hostile birds.
Pallas jumped, startled by the noise. It was horrible, it sounded like something was dying. She went to the window and tried to see what was causing it. There was nothing in the alley right outside her window, it was too dark to see deeper into it and as far as she could see there was nothing on the street either. But then the screech came again and Pallas looked up. A furious battle was being fought in the air above the next house over. An owl, white and brown feathers stark against the dark sky, was fighting against what seemed to be a whole murder of crows. The crows were much harder to see, black as they were. She could only make them out when the light off the streetlamp gleamed off their shiny feathers, flashing a rainbow sheen.
The owl was losing, it was 10 to one, the crows coming from all sides, not giving the owl time to counter attack. Why were the crows out at night? The owl was already bleeding from two cuts. One across the top of its wing and chest. The other across it's lower belly. Instead of normal blood the cuts seemed to gleam gold…
A faint tug started up in Pallas' gut.
It couldn't be…
No she hadn't been seen in centuries, they were all killed by those creatures.
But then the owl twisted in the air and Pallas could make out the markings at the center of its chest, the faint but definite outline of Medusa's head. She threw open the window.
"Athena!" She shouted. The owl heard and turned its head, locking eyes with Pallas. She stepped aside, giving it an opening. The owl dove.
Grian, texting Iskall: Help, I'm being kidnapped!
Iskall: WHAT?! Where are you?!
Grian: In a car with a strange person. Help me!
Iskall: I'm going to call Mumbo
Mumbo, answering his phone: Hello?
Iskall: Where's Grian? He told me he was being kidnapped.
Mumbo: Kidnapped? What do you mean, he's right here next to me—
Mumbo:
Mumbo: I'll call you back.
Mumbo: I JUST HAD A MUSTACHE TRIM! IT'S NOT THAT BAD!
Grian: WHO ARE YOU?!