That was the last straw for Ikem as he fainted. The stone treant watched as the water treant gracefully descended from the bird's back, their young master floating in a water bed trailing right behind.
"He was that hurt?" inquired the stone treant.
"Yes, if not for the bird taking most of the damage, I don't think we would have any young master left" responded the water treant with a serious face.
A tremendous roar caught their attention as they both looked back at the bird, bellowing into the sky one last time before its head dropped dead.
The two treants said nothing as they watched in silence. "I wanted to move to another place to heal the young master, but I think it's best if we heal him here so that he can see this sight when he wakes up" decided the water treant.
The stone treant said nothing as it went into the forest; this time, it was its turn to hunt and prepare a meal for their young master when he woke up.
