The prince suffered no ill effects from his over-exertion and for the next three days, the sorcerer and the woodfolk worked hard on repairing the damage caused by Waterstone’s rage. By the afternoon of the fourth day, most of the repair work that could be done had been completed. Tarkyn was sitting under a tree directing two shafts of power up into the last group of trees that they had decided was worth working on.
Suddenly, a booming voice rang out from behind him, “What on earth do you think you’re doing?”
Tarkyn jumped and both branches juddered out of place, unbalancing Waterstone and Autumn Leaves in two separate trees.
“Tarkyn!” yelped Waterstone, “Help!”
Ignoring the intrusive presence behind him, the sorcerer refocused his will and steadied both woodmen in their respective tree
