How is he? Roman didn’t look behind, still trying to scan the treeline for whoever had used the magic. Did he go after them,or did he stay back to protect the herd?

He’s still breathing. Flynn didn’t elaborate, but there was enough left unsaid. He’s still breathing but it doesn’t look good.

Roman grunted, and nodded. I’m going searching. As he passed the king, he knocked the pesky faerie to the ground, and galloped off. The grove of trees seemed darker than normal, and the air was heavy with the electricity of magic. Roman didn’t like it at all, and he started gathering as much magic from around him as he could, storing it in his horn. He calmly picked his way through the upturned roots and patches of flowers, glancing around. There was a wh...

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