Loki had his blades at the ready when he put himself into a graceful, defensive stance. However, just before they could even begin, specks of light darted out the forest trees and stopped just before the prince of the Moors. "Prince Loki! Prince Loki!", they called to him in their high voices as they flew desperately to him. They appeared to be in distress. 

"The trees see something coming towards the Moors. We've never see it before", one of them explained in a fast, but distressful tone of voice. "We need you to come quickly", they flew back into the woods, towards the border. "Coming to the Moors?", Eric wondered aloud to his companions. "We don't get much visitors here. We usually go to them for aid, not for them to come to us", he added before taking a few steps to where the fairies flew. Turning back to look back at them. "Let's go see what is and what they want", he proposed before taking off. 

At the border, a white horse rode across the valley between the kingdom of Asgard and the forest land of the Moors. Upon the steed, was a figure of a woman with blonde-brown hair, while wearing a caramel-colored, sleeveless dress, along with a gold cape draped over her back. 

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Eric, now at the border, while hiding in the green of the bushes, had his hunting crossbow at the ready aimed at the newcomer, but halted in his movements, waiting to see if it was friend or foe. The white horse halted at the border, not going any farther toward the forest. "Loki Malefison, Prince of the Moors, your prescence is requested to speak with me!", the woman called to the guardian.