The protective layer of rock breaks away and a golden jewel-encrusted star remains.
Colwyn looks in awe at his prize. He can almost feel the power flowing through him.
Blades spring forth from the Glaive. The stories of it being a weapon are true!
A captive in the Black Fortress, Lyssa listens to the Beast's plans in horror. She could never marry such a horrible creature.
"Do not use it until you need it!" Ynyr admonishes Colwyn, eager to try out his new weapon. "How will I know when I need it?" the prince asks. "You will know..." the Old One assures.
A waterfall makes a good place to rest and check on Colwyn's wounds. To the prince's surprise and Ynyr's credit, it's fully healed.
From the sky, a ball of light streaks towards the pond. What could this be?
The ball of light is really a man, sputtering in a shallow pool of water, he calls for help to keep from drowning.
Not taking kindly to being mocked, the soaking man threatens to turn Colwyn into a goose, fat and ugly.
The spell backfires, and it is the curious man who turns into a goose. "Very fat...very ugly..." agrees Colwyn.
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