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The magical prime summoning started as the windmill spun faster, leaves danced and colours swirled wildly. Two birds, a hawk and a magpie flying companion hung on the air above her, whilst three ants clambered gravel hills at her feet. Her internal world was shaken as she realised her help was required through the fractured echoes of a broken mirror that could no longer be ignored. Feeling small beneath a blue sky with five distinct and fluffy clouds slowly floating north. She rode seven hours by unicorn accompanied by eleven doves till she reached the land of the Thirteen Vivid Lakes of Lava and the Glowing Sapphire Runes. They set down just inside the city walls made of solid purple daisies, where seventeen armed guards approached them . They handed her a plain white gold ring and led away her tired unicorn. She writhed briefly with pain as the ring wrought bony havoc with her joints after 19 years of absence, resuming the mantle of pain and power back in the land of her birth. Twenty three Monarch butterflies arrived with the gossamer gondola to transport her to her father, the King.