The room was dark, and it had the smell of incense and weed. Cara could not adjust to the smell at first. She quickly threw her hand across her nose to shield herself from the toxic smell. She could swear she was becoming dizzy at first. Joanna saw this and chuckled again, setting herself down in a large, wooden chair at the center of the room."Does the smell make you uncomfortable?" She asked Cara as the latter still threw her hand across her nose..she could not pretend that it did not."What is it?" Cara asked."Pine leaves, weed, Cod leaves, and many other leaves, some of Which I do not even know their names. They enhance the energy of the house, my energy. They make me see clearly. They give me a focus and if you allow it, maybe they will give you a focus as well.," Joanna said, slowly watching Cara like a hawk."I don't know. Maybe we will skip that part today." Cara replied and looked around the room.There was not so much decorating the room, save for some flowers that were ha

There was worry written all over Alastair's face as he kept watch on Cara all through the night. He kept his distance from the hut, but the behavior she had exhibited made him stay awake all night. Why did she do that? Why was she changed? A few hours ago she was as dark and gloomy as the night, but suddenly, she had a source of happiness. It did not make sense to him.Alastair understood the fact that such sudden joys did not come from nowhere. There was a source for it and whether that source is a good thing is another question entirely. Where did she go? Who did she meet? Alastair was determined to find out and nothing was going to stop him.Or, has she gotten over the death of Fristborn already? Was Alastair living in denial of that fact? Was that why he was questioning her? Alastair sighed as many thoughts ran through his mind. And since he was sleep deprived, his head was quite flooded. Perhaps he should just let her be and leave her to grieve the way she knew best, even if it w

The day went by in a blur. Alastair was done fixing the walls and had begun to clean up the space where he had worked when Cara stepped out of the house. She mentioned something about getting wild plants to spice dinner with. Alastair did not object, he just let her do what she wanted.All through the day, Alastair ransack his memory for the particular event that had made him feel such chills before. But why could he not remember? The memory was at his fingertips, he could literally sense it but it was not coming. It felt like something opaque was blocking the memory from his mind. Alastair knew what he needed to do to remember, but he had to clean up first. He was looking dusty and his musk was strong enough to kill a bird from the distance. When was the last time he had a bath? He scoffed at the thought. Back then at the Elderien's keep, they were taught about the importance of good hygiene. Not only does it distinguish Elderien mages from all other mages across the world, but it

The woman scoffed and took a step back from master Orion. She was obviously terrified of him, and when she sent glances to the man standing beside her, Alastair knew the man was the ghost. He had to be, right? Because there was no other way he could just appear out of thin air.Before then, Alastair did not believe In ghosts. That unbelief was the very thing that made him less fearful and more daring than others. He knew nothing would come from the beyond to hurt him or something, although there have been speculations about ghosts since he was born.But at that point, standing before and gazing at one changed his entire opinion. He was scared, so scared that he could barely stand. He wanted to collapse but master Orion shot him a glare and he quickly composed himself. He did not know if he could stand long though. Fear was a terrible thing to go through."Stay back! Do not come any closer." The woman said to master Orion as he approached her. She kept stepping back, shaking in fear.

Alastair gasped as he opened his eyes. He wheezed, trying so hard to breathe. As he struggled to stand up from the chair he had been sleeping on, he felt a terrible headache. He groaned, grabbing his head. The room seemed to spin for a moment and he fell back into the chair and sighed.That was why he didn't like reading minds or going into people's memories. The aftermaths of those spells were painful for those whose minds were being read. He had just done that to himself and he could finally say he understood the depth of it.But then, his mind flashed back to what he had discovered. The signs he was getting whenever he was around Cara were similar to those he got when he stepped into that haunted house years ago. Alastair did not want to admit the fact that was presenting itself before him. He simply did not think it was possible.There has to be a better explanation..."Alastair. Do you ever sleep?"Cara suddenly asked him and he Turned around. She was standing there in a nightdre