De Camino et Virtus Bellorum

"When I said that he is not from around here I ment that he quite literally fell from the sky. To answer your question no he is not of magic make"

"Bumpy landing. Nothing bad." Stitch said as he stretched.

Elsa frowned, looking back at Stitch. "If he's not magic then...what is he?"

"Alien, Freak, Monster. Stitch heard them all. But Stitch still friend." Stitch says as he rolls all his shoulders.

"I don't know what he is. I'm waiting for him to decided that"

Elsa's gaze turned back to Merlin. "What's he doing here?"

"Freeloadin'..." Stan said dryly.

Herc makes a very annoyed sound. "I'll take care of the gremlin." whereupon the demi-god picks up stitch and throws him out the door of the hold, and the resulting air current closes the door behind him.

"Thank you if not a bit of overkill" Merlin looks at the sculpture that Elsa had made "This is quite beautiful"

"Thank you."

Stitch curled into a ball to lessen the force of the landing. When he stopped Stitch got up a little wobbly but walked into Cold Girl's room and whistles with surprise at the ice sculptures. Not wanting to get caught, Stitch left the room without walking too far in and only touched the door which he shut as he left.

"Nobody take Stitch seriously..." Stitch says with a sigh. "Might as well try again tomorrow." Stitch said before climbing into his basket and falling asleep.

"You can create these without any emotion driving your magic?"

"Yes, I can." Elsa's gaze dropped to the ground. "Emotion...tends to make me lose control of my powers"

"Emotions are a fundamental part of what make us who we are. Magic is a fundamental force that makes the universe what it is, the two are greatly entwined"

"Well, that explains a lot, I guess. You can help me control it, right?"

Merlin nodded "You may have already heard this before but the fist step in controlling your magic is to control your emotions. Now, sit down and calm yourself"

Given that Elsa was sitting down and fairly calm, that seemed...slightly redundant. "Really? That's...that's it? I've been teaching myself to do that for thirteen years and it didn't work."

"I should have been more specific. When I said calm your self I ment your mind. You need to clear your mind and find the thing that is blocking you from controlling your power"

Stitch started off fine but quickly his dream turned intO a nightmare and quickly got worse. He woke up screaming in fear as he pulled out two of his alien guns and opened fire. The two shots were loud enough to be heard in the cargo hold. Stitch was terrified and gasping hard.

Herc stands up and heads for the door. "I'll go check it out." He says before leaving

Stitch got his breathing back to normal as he looked at the two new scorch marks on the wall.

"Why? Why does that Nightmare haunt Stitch?" The little creature asked as it still held the two smoking guns. Slowly Stitch gets out of his basket and was walking towards the door to get outside but spun around and accidentally fired upon the wall five feet from the opening door. Stitch dropped both the guns as he goes into a state of termoil and holds his head in his four arms. "What's wrong with Stitch?" He asked as he fell to his knees as tears rolled from his eyes. "Why can't Stitch get rid of nightmares?!"

Stan started for the door as well, then stopped. He felt like one of the two of them should stay here and keep an eye on the wizard and his new...well, apprentice was as good a word as any for what Elsa currently was. Plus, Hercules could almost certainly handle whatever it was that was going on, and if not then Stan wasn't liable to be any help anyhow.

Several members of the crew were gathered near Stitch, though none seemed to want to approach him.

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"How? I've been trying to do that for thirteen years."

"You have been trying to hid your feelings from those around you. Concealing and not feeling your power and your emotions has caused your powers to take on a form that respondes to even the slightest of emotions. You need to stop fearing yourself"

"But how can I do that?!" Elsa demanded. "It's not like I can just stop thinking about what will happen if I lose control - believe me, I've tried." The chair she was sitting on was rapidly being coated in frost.

Stitch shivers and mumbles a few times before looking towards one of the crewmen near him.

"Please...get Old Man. He in cargo hold."

"You have a sister, so I must ask. Do you love her?"