"What? What's the matter with--" The fairy guard's suspicious inquiry turned into a shout as the human girl toppled over onto the bank and began to breathe deeply and slowly, her eyes closed.

"This is no time for sleeping, human," Raman scolded, flying close to her face.

No response.

He cursed. "By the One's Wings! This water must be enchanted." Running a hand through his short silver hair, he shook his head. "Now how will we get to the castle--"

He stopped cold. Get WHERE? Had he really just said that? When had he... He was only along to get the Heart's Tear, wasn't he? That was his only mission, wasn't it?

"Human... Wake up!" He ordered the sleeping girl in the harshest voice he had used with her yet. And still she did not wake.

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And then he was there, shifting through the treasure alongside her. His hair was straw-blonde, falling over his shoulders and down his back in straight wisps. He was dressed entirely in black--a long black coat, black breeches, black boots. Even black gloves. His definitive jaw was clenched in concentration as he picked up a small golden box, opened it up to peer inside, then tossed it behind him with a frustrated sigh. He did not seem to notice Dawn as he searched. Indeed, as he turned in her direction, he only gazed through her without seeing her.