In a forest outside of the capital city of Blackhelm, in a desolate riverbank somewhere downstream filled with tall boulders, a fragile-looking young woman was dragging an unconscious man out of the water. Under the soft light of the moon, it could be seen that his handsome face was abnormally pale. Blood could be seen seeping through his drenched shirt, and his body was losing heat by the second.
'I need to heal him, but I can't use my powers or they will find us,' she said in her mind. 'If only the Prince's life was not at stake, I would have shown them who they are dealing with…but I need to prioritize his safety. I can't put him in danger.'
Esther had to wake him up so they could immediately move from the riverbank and hide deeper into the forest. She first checked his pulse and it looked weak to her. Even his breathing was almost non-existent, and it looked like his lungs were filled with water. She pressed his chest hard, and he did not even groan.
