Ch 8: The Ill Queen

Everything that had happened since the Prince had returned felt surreal, like a dream and a nightmare wrapped into one.

Astasha was drained of everything. Never had her energy levels been so low.

Errant had indeed heard her message, and had rushed toward the Prince’s chambers, sending a servant to summon the rest of the Advisory. It was on his way there that he had come across the sorceress, unconscious and pale on the floor.

Quickly, he tried to revive her, but something was wrong. Energy was lashing out of her, chaotic, frightened, unpredictable, and dark. Whatever had happened to his young Fire Witch, it had shaken her so deeply, it destabilized the very foundation of her energy.

As soon as his Earth Sorcerer arrived, Errant ordered him to ground her as much as possible, attempting to calm and subdue the erratic energy pulsing through her, before rushing off himself to ensure the Prince was secure.

At last, Astasha had come to, full of panic, and demanding to know if the demon had