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The rugged  terrain did not give me the comfort of walking intead flying like a fae is the only option. Am not accustomed to the flying thing but Arfion would be there so some fear was out of the system. The trees stood high. Atfion warned me against Torm...the Dryad prince of The trees...his charm can cause illusions. King Dorius was too helpful. He provided us with everything we would ever need. It wasn a long journey but the dangers were horrible. The mushroom grove on the eastward tail of the Lasx river which flows through the heart of the mountain kingdom can is our cue. The mountain of the sleeping fire god was on the outskirts of the mushroom grove.
The mountain of the sleeping fire god which they say is what I suspect is a dormant volcano. It had erupted before perhaps quite violently and hence the name.
The banks of the Lasx river was splattered with  rotten leaves which were once luch and were young with green aura. The once lush terrain laid there in waste and decay.
The skeletal trees were everywhere, and now it was time to cross the river which ran in slowness like it has been   overburdened with something.
As we were about to move...a voice stopped us. A dark eyes and haired fae with dark wings and armour of gold and bark looked at us.
"Great Dryad prince...we apologize for we only wanted to help...your land is in dan-"...The mysterious fellow puts up his hands and flew and stood before me. His deep green eyes were indeed beautiful but it was laced with some aggressive emotion...I do not know what it is...." Pay the toll and you are free to cross.." he said without looking away from me. I lowered my eyes and tucked a peice of hair lock behind my ear. "We have nothing but good wishes to offer you my lord." Arfion says politely but his voice beimmed with rage as the man decreased the distance between us. "He looked towards Arfion and said." Give me this fae and you are free to go...I want her...and nothing else...a thing of sheer beauty is not meant to slip away." He almost murmured and without a second warning he grasps my neck and Transporsio...
I was knocked out.

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