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"We have to help it.
Can you use your magic?"

"I can't, our powers themselves have limits,
We can't heal pain, disease or death."

"There should be another way,
I think I've read this somewhere,
It was in a book about the magic creatures,
It had a line that showed how to heal a Hind.
What was it?
Dammit what was it?"

"Silver, it has silver feet,
Maybe if we get rid of it."

"Let's try."

They washed away the silver from it's feet,
They can now hear it breath,
Suddenly the Hind rose from the ground,
Rainbows filling up the surroundings.
Like a caste spelled was erased.
When theu could finally see.

"The Queen?"

"What?"

"Mom wasn't always the Queen I've heard,
They said the former queen was lost,
That she gave up the throne to her."

"Not entirely true,
You're mother is an evil one.
She drafted this plan to take away the throne,
She made me into a Hind cunningly,
So that she would be Queen."

"So now that you're free,
You can defeat her right?
Take what's yours!"

"Yes, banish her,
Take away her powers and throne."

"You both seem to hate her,
I wonder why?"

"She took away our freedom."

"She tried to change us because we were different."

"Well we have to go there fast,
As two are about to be executed.
One a different and one so beautiful.
I wouldn't let that happen."

"Désirs."

"Russell."

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