Magic Types

After staying there for a few days, they had finally managed to cure the poison rushing in her veins, finally saving her life.

Zephyr knew he made an unfavorable deal, he would have never traded to forgive those thieves if it wasn't to save Azura. 

"There you go, she is better now. Where is our gem?"

With a glare, his eyes were affixed on Elvirita who finished healing Azura in a few days only to the point she could walk on her own now.

"There you go,"

He looked displeased and threw the brooch his father gifted him on his tenth birthday at her with a heavy heart as it meant a lot to him.

"Cool," 

Taking a deep breath, he turned to Azura who was lost in her thoughts while standing beside him but not looking at him.

Elvirita smirked and threw the brooch at the father without a second thought.

"Take it, Father, use it for the time being until our prince fulfills his promise,"

"What about you?"