Post by Wildfeather on Mar 23, 2015 12:27:58 GMT -5
Wild watched with pride as her beloved husband already had made his first allies in Mir, and she kissed his cheek when he returned to her side. "I knew you would find friends easily here, my love," she said softly as she rested her cheek on his arm. "The rest of our people will rise against Morg and come to our side as well, just you wait and see. The only ones we can not hope to win over are the orcs and the changelings. But I bet Uncle Thorn has made a plan for how to defeat them."
She chuckled with laughter when Blaz spoke of Morg. "My father never took him seriously," she informed her husband. "He said Morg was a coward with the gift of gab, always sucking up to someone to win their friendship and trust, and stab their backs when he had got what he wanted from them. I have no idea how he manage to get the orcs to work for him, but perhaps uncle Thorn has learned something since last we spoke. We can talk to him once we reach Cherryblossom Valley."
Her face paled with fear for her husband's safety when she saw the blackened hand and heard his words that Morg knew about their child. "I may know a way to protect you both, my love," she said after thinking for a moment. "I don't want you to suffer more than you have to."
Reaching inside her back, she pulled out an amulet with an intricate pattern, reaching it towards her husband. "My mother made this for my protection when I was a baby," she said as she placed it around her husband's neck. "Now I want it to protect you so Morg can't hurt you. I have the strong blood of the Dark elves in my veins, so at the moment I am safer than you are... The only way Morg can kill me is by killing you, and I don't want this to happen."
Once the amulet rested against her husband's chest, Wild clutched around it with her hands, whispering an elven spell of protection and also calling for the spirits of her parents. This was their Kingdom, and their spirits could access Mir when someone called upon them. Being raised with the belief of good spirits Wild knew this well.
Mother, Father, I want you to meet my husband Prince Blaz of Isparia, she said. Morgue's servant injured him, and I ask you to protect my husband and keep him safe of the curse of the Cursed One. I also appeal to King Thanos the Wise to keep an eye on his son from the Spirit realms, and let my parents guide him to the Kingdom of Mir - so he too can travel with us on our journey through Mir...
A soft breeze appeared inside the tent, playing with her locks of hair, and she heard a soft laughter in the wind. Her face lit up in a smile. "My parents are here," she whispered to Blaz. "And I think they brought your father with them!"