Prince Velkin had recovered but he also had to take his movements slowly, he was still a little weak from his ordeal. He had to force himself to be strong it had been weeks since he was attacked by what Iefyr described as a possibility of an elven goddess and a dark one, one worshipped and patronised by Queen Cauladra herself, one used to call upon the power of to bind his oldest brother’s dragon soul attempting to eradicate that part of him. Velkin did not want to admit it but the idea of this goddess terrified him especially now he had experienced her power first hand and she had been able to damage his soul and send him to the deepest, darkest realms of his inner pain and despair. He had been so close to losing himself completely and taking Iefyr with him.
“I owe you everything, broth
