SlpNarniaQueen
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She leaned against the wall breathing heavily, hurting everywhere.
Fiirsyx came down to Frenchie, and said, "Frenchie, I may be able to turn into that fire beam like before, and go inside you... to remove the poison..."
Fiirsyx picked her up. "I'll carry you. Hold on!" He flew up into the air, heading for Belledale.
((Sorry))
Fiirsyx flew into the mountains, and came upon a camp. "Can you help her?"
A man in a white looking dress with a rope around it and a long white beard and bald head turned around, a large stick in his hand. "And what seems to be wrong with her?" he asked. He knew very well what it was, but he wanted to see if the boy knew.
Frenchie just lay in his arms, limp as a doll, barely breathing, but in great pain.
"She's poisoned, and I don't know what to do!" Fiirsyx looked down at her. She was as pale as a ghost. "Please help!"
"Well it isn't going to kill her..." the man stated calmly. "Lay her down over there..." he gestured to a pile of pine needles. "Do you know by whom she was poisoned by dear lad?"
"I-I don't know her name... It was an evil fairy."
"Well I could have guessed that lad, but where does she live?" he asked. The fairies these days....
His face. "Oh dear..." he said softly. "I can only do so much for you then."
Fiirsyx looked down. "Try your best then. She has to live." He looked up, fire in his eyes. "Or you won't."
The druid laughed. "Why the poisin won't kill her dear boy, she'll live for a long time, but I daresay...it'll be painful..." he nodded. "No need to get your temper kindled...I'll be able to get most of the poisin out...but you'll have to see another druid...a lady druid...who will be able to fully heal her...but she won't wake up for a while..."