Traveling the mists, the Ethenorden rogue saw light in the distance. He felt the currents of the rift twist and bend, like an ancient wyrm awakening from slumber. Suddenly there was a slight tremor, and Elquin lost his balance for a second and had to support the weight of his torso as his left palm touched the ethereal floor of the rift vortex.
"Phaedroso!", a woman called out from somewhere near.
Elquin felt a memory stir.
"Pheadroso!", the voice was nearer. The Ethenorden drew a deep breath. The exit was just ahead, but that voice, that name, they stirred long forgotten memories.
"Phaedroso!", she called and little Elquin looked out from behind his hiding tree. "Yes, Aurea? What is it?", his boyish voice replied. He looked upon a young girl, no more than 11 years old with dusky skin, green eyes and black, long hair.
Somehow Elquin felt like he had known her forever.
"There you are, Phaedroso! I have been looking for you forever! Mommy called. She wants us home. Dinner is served. It is lentil soup!", she said, joy evident in her voice.
Yes, Elquin remembered Phaedroso, and he remembered Aurea, the daughter of Antler Witch. How could he ever have forgotten her?
The love of his life.
"Phaedroso! There you are! I have been looking for you forever!"
Aurea stood there, partially hidden by the mists, and she held an outstretched hand.
"Come, mommy wants us home. Dinner is served!", she said and she waved her outstretched hand impatiently, signalling Elquin to hold it.