SWEVEN

Prologue

"Is she stabilized?" Avarice inquired, her eyes shifting from one person to the next at the round table council meeting.

"For now, yes," Time answered. He sighed, "Her condition is heightening and..."

"We need to hasten the child's return, and fast, before we're swept in an irreparable state of dire mire," Rhyme interrupted in a dramatic voice. Every fibre of her body gesticulated in deep sighs and hand gestures to make her point excessively expressed.

"How do you propose we do that?" Slither hissed while asking his question.

"Well..."

"We have..."

"The Prince."

The three-headed birds stated. Perhaps they are so in tune with each other's thoughts because they share one body? One might never know.

"Yes, the Prince. We should send for him at the limelight of dawn," Light suggested, glowing with a smile on her face at the thought of the idea.

"At this rate, don't you think we'll all die?" Timid asked in a state of concern. His voice was extremely low as he fidgeted in his seat in anxiety.

"Don't worry Timid, we'll survive." A squeaky voice could be heard from beside him. Tiny in her most soothing voice tried to comfort him.

"Well, what do you think, Power?" Avarice questioned.

They all turned to him to hear his final decision.

"Hmm..." Power pondered. They really needed a solution before her situation went beyond repair.

"Let us have the Prince come in," He started. "It's time to bring her home." His hands formed a tent covering above his mouth while leaned forward in his chair, with his elbow on the table.

"Then it is settled," Avarice stated. "Send for the Prince!" She cackled.

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"We are humbled to dwell in thy presence, Your Highness," The council all bowed down at the Prince's arrival.

"As you all are aware of my endless tireless work in my nation. I pray, do tell, as I hear it is a matter of urgency," He stated. His voice carried ethereal authority.

The Prince walked to the seat designated for him at the high table, beside her Majesty's.

"As a matter of fact, it is," Slither began.

Power continued, "We have decided to send for her presence back home. Her Majesty..."

"She won't last any long, either way." Avarice cut him off.  As second in command, she forgets her place and exercises authority as she so wills.

"She  has come of age," Avarice added, leading the whole council to nod in agreement.

The Prince sighed, "It is true that she won't last long over there. I have been monitoring her with the orb, and it seems like he's after her," He stated.

"That's not in any way favorable," Timid wrapped himself in a ball of vines.

"Your highness, she mustn't perish. Her presence is a necessity for her Majesty," Time said in a pleading tone.

"She's the only key to unlocking the..."

"I comprehend your concern mages," The Prince stated. "And that is precisely why I have decided to go myself." He stood from his seat and his stride led towards the doors.

You won't have to wait anymore, My Princess.