The noble and I were trapped under the ground, and not squashed like the mage thought we were. I was able to keep the ground from crushing us. I lit my hand with blue fire and I could see the noble clearly. He had blood oozing down the side of his face. "Who are you?" He asked me. I hesitated to answer the man at first, but decided he deserved to know. "My name is Cyrus Oakly, I am the Outcast Prince." I replied. He looked at me wide eyed and asked, "The monster of a king, Xamona, is your father?" I nodded and told him my story.

When I was finished, I took a step towards him to take a better look at his wound. It was deep but I could heal it. "Would you like me to fix you up?" I asked. He nodded. Warning him I said, "This will hurt a lot." I lit my other hand with healing flame and spoke unintelligible words. I then pressed the flames on his head. He cried out, but stayed in place. I let go and he relaxed. The wound had disappeared. "Thank you friend, I owe you my life. Is there anything I may offer you in return?" He asked. I thought pensively, and decided on something simple. "I would like to be your court mage, of which I can offer protection, healing, and some insight on the North. But I have one thing to attend to before I would start." He smiled and said, "I would be honored for you to be in that position. Just don't flaunt any darker magic, it makes people edgy. The position is yours when you return." I nodded, looked up and extended my hand, and broke a hole in the surface with clench of my fist. I climbed out then extended a hand down to the noble and hefted him out.

I looked at the giant stones and laughed a little bit. We didn't lie here very long. I extended my hands, and the stones sank back into their original place in the ground. "Lie low until I return, keep double guard. They think you are dead." I turned and started to walk down the street heading North. I had to see Mara. She was the girl the mage had talked about. She was my best friend before I had fled the North. I had missed her more than anything. I had to talk to her and explain the truth of why I left, she would believe me. Prophecy or not, my father will not hurt me nor her.