Elika tilted her head, then slowly nodded. “You want me to change it back?”
He nodded vigorously.
The Prince, panicking, tried to shout, “I don’t know this language!” It came out as a frantic, musical warble. He pointed at his mouth, then at her, then made a slashing gesture across his throat, hoping universal charades would work.
Elika’s expression shifted from worry to something the Prince recognized—intense, scholarly curiosity. “You are speaking the Old Tongue,” she whispered. “The language of the Mages who first bound Ahriman. It has been dead for a thousand years.”
“What did you just say?” she asked, her tone cautious.
Elika gasped. “You commanded it. Not as a warrior. As a maker .”
The Prince drew his sword. It felt familiar. He could still fight. He charged, ducked under a sweeping stone fist, and vaulted onto the creature’s back. As he drove his blade into the magic seal on its shoulder, he didn't shout a battle cry. Instead, in a clear, ringing tone, he accidentally shouted the Old Tongue phrase for “Be still, burdened stone.”
The Prince, dusting off his shoulder, gave his usual smirk. “And then we celebrate. You can show me where this kingdom keeps its decent wine.”



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