Wings Of Fate

The prince's saviour

Riven woke suddenly, jolted from a peaceful sleep by the sensation of Eugene trembling against him. His brow furrowed in concern as he noticed Eugene's skin was cold to the touch, despite the sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. The prince murmured incoherently in his sleep, the words a jumble that Riven couldn't quite make out.

Panicked, Riven brushed his hand against Eugene's forehead, feeling the chill radiating from him. "Hey, wake up!" he urged gently, but Eugene remained lost in whatever dream haunted him.

Riven's heart raced. He felt the heat of worry rising in his chest. Eugene's wings glowed softly, casting a gentle light over the dim room, but the sight was disconcerting as fairy dust began to drift down like snowflakes. Riven knew this wasn't good; the crown prince was clearly in some kind of distress.

He hesitated for only a moment before flying into action, the urgency of the situation pushing him forward. "I need help!" he called out as he zipped through the colony, weaving around sleeping fairies and half-constructed huts until he reached the healer's home.

The old healer fairy, a wise figure with silver hair that glimmered like moonlight, was just finishing a potion when Riven burst in. "What's the matter?" the healer asked, sensing the panic in Riven's expression.

"It's Eugene!" Riven blurted out, breathless. "He's cold and sweating, and he's shivering. His wings are glowing, and I think something's wrong with him!"

Without another word, the healer flew after Riven, his expression turning serious. They rushed back to the room, and the healer's presence filled the air with an air of authority.

As they entered, Riven hovered anxiously beside the bed, watching as the healer approached Eugene. The old man knelt down, examining the crown prince carefully, his wrinkled hands brushing over Eugene's glowing wings and cold body.

"The poor boy is sensitive to the weather here," the healer said, his voice steady but soft. "This environment is too harsh for him. He must have been exposed to the cold air for too long."

Riven's heart sank. "Will he be okay? What can we do?"

The healer nodded, moving with practiced efficiency. "I'll prepare some medicine for him. It should help regulate his body temperature." He quickly rummaged through his satchel, pulling out various herbs and vials. As he worked, he kept glancing at Eugene, his concern evident.

Riven watched intently as the healer mixed ingredients, whispering incantations under his breath. He felt utterly helpless, wishing he could do something more than stand by. The sight of Eugene, so vulnerable and cold, tugged at his heartstrings.

After a few moments, the healer finished the mixture, a glowing liquid that sparkled like stars in the moonlight. He turned to Riven, holding it out. "You'll need to help him drink this. It will warm him up and soothe his fever."

Riven nodded, taking the vial with shaking hands. He returned to Eugene's side, gently nudging him awake. "Eugene? Can you hear me?"

Eugene stirred slightly, his eyes fluttering open, still clouded with sleep. "Riven?" he murmured, confusion evident in his voice.

"Yeah, it's me. You're okay. Just take this, please," Riven urged, tilting the vial to Eugene's lips.

Eugene took a hesitant sip, his expression shifting from confusion to surprise as he tasted the sweet, almost honey-like potion. "What is this?" he asked, managing a weak smile.

"Medicine," Riven replied, relief flooding through him as he watched Eugene swallow. "You need it to warm up."

Eugene leaned back against the bed, his wings gradually losing their glow as he settled into the warmth of the potion. "You stayed with me," he said softly, looking at Riven with a mixture of gratitude and admiration. "Thank you."