The sheer energy that it took for Heiron to recite his prophecy caused him to collapse to the floor. Elijah fell to his side and fanned him with his own large hat. after about ten minutes of constant fanning and semi-gentle slaps to the face, Heiron began to come around. He immediately snatched his hat, accompanied by a chiding "Never take a wizard's hat! If I had died I swear I'd have haunted you Elijah Knoll! Now... did you happen to take anything I said down on parchment?" "I have the very parchment here friend, though to be honest I'm not quite sure that I spelled everything correctly... That whole 'Sacred Ancient Language' thing can be just the wee-est bit confusing." Elijah handed his paper over to Heiron. Heiron conjured up some reading glasses and began to look the parchment over carefully. His eyes widened and he began to look around frantically for something. After a few moments, he looked as if some great truth had just hit him like a brick wall, smacked himself in the face, and with a partially annoyed look, snapped his fingers. An envelope appeared in his hands. He folded the letter neatly and tucked it inside the envelope. He snapped his fingers again and the envelope disappeared.
Heiron rushed off to the stables. He mounted his magnificent white steed Zephyr, and began to ride, but was stopped momentarily by Elijah. "Heiron! Where do you think you're going?" "I ride for Posnä dear Elijah!" "There are storm clouds stirring and you need your rest! A ride like this could kill you!" "I am afraid my dear old friend, that that can no longer be avoided." He gave a loud "Hyaah!" and his horse reared with a sharp whinny. They rode like an arctic wind, away from Erindiel, away from Elijah, and away from death itself.
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