Heal Her

"Yes!" Islinda pumped her fist in the air, celebrating the breathtaking move Eli just flawlessly executed. He indeed caught it and was worthy to be called a high Fae! 

"Go Eli!" She cheered him loudly, intending to motivate the dark Fae prince. Her face was flushed from the race and her breath was quick and shallow, but it was all worth it. She had put up a tough fight. However, that was where another problem came in. 

Even with the baton in his hand, Eli stood at the spot and didn't go after the other contender who was already making it to the finish line. The Fae had been the first to receive the baton and had a smooth run without interference from the other Faeries who were yet to receive their batons. But not anymore. 

While Eli hesitated, two more others received their batons and took off while he stood at the spot, unmoving. Islinda threw her hands up in exasperation as she closed the distance between them.