Faragonda opened her eyes and brought her hand to her face. Her head ached and her vision was blurred. She raised from the ground and tried to stand up. What had happened? She managed to stand, but immediately her legs gave away. Some one catched her up.
"Morning, mother. Have you slept well?" Baltor lifted her up and carried her limp body to a nearby bed.
"What?… What are you doing?" Her voice was nearly a whisper.
"I've brought you home, mom." He softly kissed her forehead and pulled her shoes of. Then he pulled a blanket over her body. He stroked the lose hair out of her face. "You're tired. Maybe you should sleep. Somnia!" She looked for a second into his eyes and then fell asleep.
He kept looking at her while he stroked her hand. "What have they done to you, mother?" He whispered. She was so good, she had become a Fairy Godmother, a Headmistress of Alfea! What had happened to his mother in all that past years? Where was that women that raised him, showed him how to hurt and kill? That liked to make fairy's suffer? He turned away and fired a energy ball. A great hole appeared at the wall.
Saladin looked around in the small bathroom. Everything was still lying untouched on the spot as it were when Faragonda disappeared.
"This is powerful magic, isn't it?" Griffin looked at her colleague. "It's so strong I almost can't feel it. It's quite dark to."
"It is." Saladin looked at the brush and picked it up. "Who was this? I mean… How did he do this? Faragonda is strong, very strong. Even the Dragonfire couldn't beat her. How could someone else then?"
Bloom walked in. "Some one maybe would be strong enough; Baltor. He is strong too. Quite strong. When I was on Tides he easily destroyed my attack at him."
"Great… And do we have any idea were he is?"
"We know…"