While lying on the forest floor, Foster had whispered the tiniest of spells amidst poisoned nightmares. The spell traveled beyond the realm of Earth and into the ears of a particular acolyte in service to the Oracle of Eolande.
"Your Grace, as summoned I have-- oh my!"
Ina the silver fox-sprite raced toward her liege upon her Fantasian racing snail.
"My dear Prince, what has befallen you?"
Ina rolled Foster onto his back then listened to his heart. The beat faltered and fluttered. She whispered a prayer and poured healing energies into the fallen prince.
One Hour Later...
"That was a close call, your Grace. Does my prince require anything else of me?"
"I am grateful for your timely intervention, my dear Ina."
"There is one other thing I require."
"Revenge."
"I see." Ina examined the stone around her prince's neck. She never thought she would find the lost gem of Eolande here with the banished prince. She closed her eyes and used the power of the stone to reveal the truth of her Prince's activities since his older brothers banished him.
Ina's heart was troubled.
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