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"Your Prince would be damned if he ever failed to save you..oh wait..he has.." He chuckled a bit, taking Holden to the dinning hall. "She said the food should be ready in a few minutes..I have no idea what she's making.." He almost dreaded it.

Mystic frowned slightly, 'Listen, Melody..Holden and Solomon both went through a similar thing like you did..they're still recovering themselves. I just need you to be patient. Okay? I promise to take you the very second I can.'

She was about to respond when she fell from the chair, loosing control over her entire body. With pained eyes, she slowly scrambled to her hands and knees. She had not walked yet and doubted she'd even be able to stand. She looked over to Mystic, pleading silently for help.

Mystic sighed, picking her up and holding her, "Don't worry...it'll get easier..I promise." He nodded a farewell to the others then went off to his room, laying her down on the bed, 'Rest.'

Serus nodded, "I understand...about how long can the doll last?"

Azriel sighed deeply, "It depends on the original craftsmanship of the doll. She'll probably last..a few years? If she stays in consistent contact with someone proficient in Ethereal energy, she could probably last...80 years if she stays out of trouble. Ariel lasted..two hundred...something or other...and we did get into quite interesting..situations."