Somehow, Flindra needed to help Prince Storos gain his crown. Not only did he need to become King before he could prove himself equal to fate, but the fighting needed to end before too many innocents had to suffer. How she was going to accomplish this task was still a great mystery. She had to trust the Spirit to guide her into a situation where she could help Prince Storos.
After her difficult journey over the Greyfell Mountains, Flindra had been half-tempted to pay a visit to her family but had decided against it. She didn't want to bring the wrath of the Ansu down upon them. It was best to keep her distance from her loved ones.
She had been in contact with them by using the crystal so they understood the next step she must take in destiny's journey. She had explained her quandary and had sought their advice. Leudh had suggested that she should seek out the forces of Prince Storos in hopes that a solution would present itself to her. She now rode toward Deodar, the capitol city of Ostar, and the stronghold of those loyal to Prince Storos. She would try to have some ideas before she got there.
Before Flindra mounted Deru, she heard the distinct sound of galloping horses. There was no place of concealment near the stream so Flindra decided to stand fast. Running away could only be interpreted as guilt. She busied herself checking Deru's girth strap. She also reinforced Rigga's power shield. She kept in mind Kewero's advice of mentally becoming what she needed to be. Flindra needed to be a woodsman's daughter. She would concentrate on being just that and nothing more.
A group of twenty men sporting the colors of the King's Rangers rode into view. Flindra breathed a sigh of relief when she noticed that their shields were emblazoned with the Ostarian crest - at least they were Storos's men. They quickly surrounded her but their postures weren't menacing. She felt comfortable with them and relaxed.
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