But that fall allowed me to defend my king and preserve the kingdom in need of a ruler. The only help I am in need of is plants so that I may heal my wound.

Confused Cileen bend down to the warrior's leg. “I wish the river could heal wounds.” He bent over so that Cileens’ golden gaze could meet his dark one. “No…but time sure will.”

Cileen brought as many herbs as she could find in the forest around her. As Maliki began to cover the wound with them her head began to spin. Many thoughts came up: A handsome stranger, a story of war, a tale unheard of by many. Curiosity took over her mind causing her to ask more.