Altair found the Lowfti!

Initially nervous and withdrawn, Altair immediately offered to share all of his food with them.

The kind gesture and his lack of weapons softened Alma’s heart, and she introduced herself to him.

“Queen Alma, why do you run with the Lowfti?” Altair asked her.

“We must run…because there is no grove, hillock or mountain that is safe for my children to stand on…”

Confused but no less spirited, Altair smiles. “Then I shall protect you! I will give you a home in my home to be safe and happy! I swear it on my crown!”

A look of hopeful happiness crossed Alma’s eyes, only to be dashed when Altair’s father, the king, arrived as well.

“Seize the Lowfti!” He bellowed.

“Father! Stop!” Altair used his body to block the other Corceïs. “The Lowfti have never harmed us! This is wrong!!”

“Foolish boy.” The king replied, “Don’t you realize you owe your spirit to these creatures?” A conniving smile crossed his face, “As a newborn fawn, you were the very first to taste the potion crafted from their hides! Think of the good that will come when the rest of the fawns in the kingdom could have the same eternal joy! We will be happy forever!!!”

A look of horror dawned on Altair’s face, and he looked back to the Lowfti queen, her eyes now full of heartbreak.

“Alma, wait!” He calls out when she and the rest of her children bolted into the forest, and the king lunged like a beast, knocking his son over.

“Hunters!! After them!”