Wind pierced the air as I carried myself above the peaks, an endless snow raining down from the sky. Looking up, I tried to not close my eyes and actually see what was going on above me. I'd escaped and was seeking refuge from Viren and his guards.

"I need to find the princes. I know that they're here." Grunting, I continued my trek and tried to reach the top of the snowy mountain without falling again. Finally, I began to see specks of a fire, signaling the nearing of the peak. "Just a few more steps."

Soon, I collapsed on top and looked up, eyes squinting and my breath labored. Three figures were staring at me, a moonshadow elf, and the two princes. I was about to attack when I realized they were all eating together.

"Sires!" I immediately bowed, a fist against my chest, one knee in the snow, with the other up, at a ninety-degree angle, and head lowered. "I am terribly sorry for coming so late, but I have serious news to give to you."

"Oh my god, you walked all the way up here? I feel so bad, here, take the blanket-" Callum draped the purple fabric over my shoulders, rushing me to the fire.

"Prince Callum, I couldn't take this your majesty, you'd be cold-" He shook his head and just wrapped it tighter around me.

"Take it, please. It was brave of you to go up and find us here." I smiled, bowing my head once more.

"You're kind, Sire." He chuckled and handed me a mug of warm liquid. I sipped and immediately felt better, the freshness of the herbs from the mountain comforting my stomach and warming my insides.

"Now, what information did you have to tell us?"

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"You're saying... he's really dead?" I nodded, pressing my lips together, confirming the death.

"I'm afraid so, my lords. King Harrow is dead. Viren has taken over the capital... and he's searching for that egg." I pointed to the covered spherical shape, in a brown tarp. The two princes stared at each other for a while, lost. Ezran started to cry.

"D-Dad... Dad's gone," he sobbed,