"Freya has made great strides on the bridge. Some of her army have managed to make it across. She's sending them ahead to scout." Malic advised. "I have been watching your progress today, you've all done well."
"I fear it won't be enough." The Queen frowned as she looked around the group.
"Fear not my love, each of you individually could easily take out the army." Malic had a sense of pride in his voice.
"It's our sister we have to worry about." Millie said sadly.
"I'm afraid so." Malic sounded sad as well.
"What of our mother?" Doc asked.
"I can see the struggle within her. The evil one is in control, but the others within her are not happy about it." Malic explained.
"Can they even do anything?" Meg asked, her brow furrowed with confusion. "I didn't feel any within me were able to do anything, but remain trapped in a memory." Meg shook her head. "There must be a way."