Farore rubbed at her temples, distraught. She knew at a glance that her men were dead. All the more reason to take the girl with her; that kind of power could not be left on its own without grave consequence. Just the same, she could not afford to risk any more lives.

She dismounted, Aega moving beside her. Kneeling beside Eris, she reached her hand out. She felt nothing, even when she touched skin. It appeared that because Eris could not control her gift, the magic had discharged its full power at all once. It would be some time before there was a chance for the disaster to repeat itself.

She lifted Eris up to Aega's back. The mare snorted but held steady. Farore was not worried - Aega would know when the magic returned. She was no ordinary horse, after all.

Assured that they would all be safe, Farore remounted and they began the journey back to safety. It took several days, but following the secret paths of the underground, some of which known only to Farore herself enabled them to reach Lothua without further trouble.

With Haven's modest skyline just coming into view, Aega suddenly slowed, tossing her head. Farore knew instantly. She eased Eris to the ground as a precaution and waited for the girl to wake.