“Yes!” Franz answered back in resounding tones of power.
“Yet you would do this, even though it will mean losing her for all time?”
“Yes, mighty Boreas, I must. I love her too much to hold her here.”
“Do you choose to have her remember you and suffer?”
“No! She must have no memory of me! Please, mighty Boreas! Do not let her suffer!” he cried, the pain of losing her reaching deep into his heart, causing tears to roll down his face. “Let her live to love again.”
“So be it!” Boreas called, and then blew, his cheeks growing fat with the mighty wind from his lungs. The ocean heaved, the trees bowed over, the clouds rolled over the sky.
Franz, feeling the mighty wind in his face, lowered his head against the elements as if in prayer while his hands were still outstretched. When he felt the supreme power surge through him, the glow began to undulate, his head jerked upward and his voice rang out against the evil.
By the power of the Supreme Creator within me, I command it to be so!