The man called out to his horse with a whistle. The man was pursued by a white horse. They continued to run until the man mounted his horse.
“I guess I saw that horse, but who’s it?” enquired a resident of the water nation.
Fotia was combing her hair in the room. Suddenly, a man smashed the door open and walked in. Fotia was ready to scream when she realized she couldn’t since her mouth was covered.
“Take it easy, you know who I am.” He was the previous runner. I’m not sure how to get to the fire palace.
Fotia was taken aback when he wiped the leaves from his cheeks. “What brings you here?”
“I’d like to hide for a bit. What happened to your father?”
“My father was murdered by Doulos. He has now ascended to the throne.”
Fotia appears enraged.
“Sorry for the inconvenience. What happened to him?”
Fotia said quickly, “On the stronghold.”
“How did he end up there?”
“It’s a war with the water nation,” says Fotia.
On Fotia’s table, the man noticed something. “Whose is it?” says him, pointing to a blue eye mask.
“It used to be mine, but now it isn’t.”
“Can I ask for it?” The man said, without asking why. It was given by Fotia.
“Thank you so much. Now I’ll aid the water nation and get vengeance on Doulos.”
“That is exactly how it should be. Return to your home!”