CHAPTER NINE

Iana, possessing a unique connection to the ancient forest, wielded a power that surpassed mortal understanding. As the Forest Shades retreated under her command, she surveyed the wounded prince with concern. Elva, a mischievous forest pixie, fluttered beside Iana, her delicate wings shimmering in the soft light filtering through the trees.

"He's bleeding," Elva whispered, her voice carrying a sense of urgency. In the blink of an eye, Iana was by the prince's side, her steps as graceful as a gazelle. She assessed his injuries with a trained eye, recognizing the severity of his condition.

"We cannot simply leave him here to perish," Iana declared, her voice resolute yet filled with compassion. "He is a fellow creature of this realm, and it is our duty to offer aid."

Elva's voice quivered with trepidation. "But if we help him, he is human, and our existence will be exposed to the outside world. It could jeopardize everything we hold dear."

Iana paused, her gaze fixed on the prince's pal