The legend of the sun-blessed child

Part I: Chapter V

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Flynn and Robin prepare to confront the demonic wolves in their den high in the icy mountains. The wolves chase Flynn through the snow as he leads them into the traps laid by the Merrymen. Despite Flynn's efforts, the sheer number of wolves is overwhelming, and even with the traps, the group struggles to keep them at bay. Realizing they must cut the problem at the source, Flynn and Robin slip into the wolves' den where they confront the Sheriff—a twisted, monstrous figure who has been corrupted by dark magic granted to him by a mysterious Witch. In a desperate moment, Flynn taps into the full power of the sun drop, unleashing a blinding burst of light that obliterates the Sheriff's dark magic. Meanwhile, back in Arendelle, Anna is in the midst of a difficult childbirth. Kristoff is by her side, filled with fear and desperation as he watches Anna struggle. Elsa intervenes to save her sister with her ice magic, but she ultimately falls due to the wounds suffered against Hades.

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The Merrymen's hideout was eerily quiet, the aftermath of the battle leaving a heavy weight on the air. Inside the large tent, Robin lay motionless, his body battered and broken from the fight with the Sheriff. His breathing was shallow, each breath labored, as Marian knelt beside him, her fox-like ears flattened with worry.

"Robin, don't leave me..." Marian whispered, her voice cracking as she clutched his limp hand. Tears streaked down her face, and her tail twitched anxiously behind her. The others watched in silence, their faces grim. Little John, his enormous form casting a shadow across the tent, stood nearby with his bear-like arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw clenched.

Tak, the badger-like friar, gently placed a hand on Marian's shoulder. "There's nothing more we can do. The wound... it's too deep."

"No!" Marian snapped, her voice rising in desperation. "There has to be something! He can't die—not like this, not after everything!"

Flynn stood at the edge of the tent, his own body aching from the fight. His mind was racing, emotions swirling inside him. He watched Marian's agony, saw the pain etched into the faces of Robin's companions, and it ignited something within him—a memory, a spark. His mother's voice echoed in his mind, soft and soothing, singing the song she used to sing to him at bedtime, a lullaby that had always brought him comfort:

"Flower, gleam and glow... Let your power shine... Make the clock reverse... Bring back what once was mine..."

The incantation.

Flynn's heart pounded in his chest. His mother had the power to heal, to bring back life where there was only darkness. Could his power, derived from the same source, do the same? He had always thought of his abilities as mere strength—sunlight that gave him resistance, speed, endurance. But perhaps there was more to it. "Make the clock reverse..." Could he reverse Robin's fate?

He stepped forward, his voice hesitant. "I... I think I can help."

Marian looked up, her tear-filled eyes locking onto his. "What are you talking about? How can you help?"