Diarmuid leaned against a tree in the vast forest trying to regulate his breathing. “Get out of my head” he muttered underneath his breath as he struggled with and internal force. He hadn’t noticed this invasion earlier and now it seemed like it was already too late.
“Argh!!!” he held on to his head feeling really dizzy, losing sight of what was in front of him… he fell to the ground. He could hear the faint sound of someone calling his name as he slowly drifted away.
“Diarmuid?” Footsteps approached the unconscious faery prince…. Meon was the first to take a crouch by him… checking his pulse.
“Well his breathing is steady, I can’t tell what is wrong with him”
“We have to find a place to stay, till he comes around” Darren said helping his brother off the ground. “There’s a nearby fay v
