How Does Voronborn Trust Aelion

"Lord Guardian O'Dell of the Mystic Realms." Dracora spoke, and O'Dell finally looked up at her. "What do we owe the pleasure of your company?"

“Well, your father and I decided it was time I came to stay with you for a while to help Calpurnia.”

The dragon shifted through the mayhem listlessly. “I have to go and search for my brother.” He took a breath—as if he were about to say something else—and then turned and lumbered off through the gloom in the direction of Shadow

The old man rose from his chair. “Do you wish me to show you where the giant enters and leaves are village?”

I go up to her and whisper where only she could hear, “Do you think you could find a way to get the guards my father has assigned me to go away so we can talk?” I ask.

“Father Christoph is in there,” she spoke in a voice that was not her own. It was vacant just like her countenance. Loren came to hold her face in his hands and look her firmly in the eyes.

“Thank you for coming on such short notice, Father.” a weary voice said as the door opened. He had thinning grey hair, a scruffy beard, and looked downright distraught.

took several steps toward them. He raised his right hand, fingers spread in a “V”, and said, “We

Gawain’s throat tightened with emotion. “Never. I’ll leave an offering, too. I owe much to your father. His passing brought you and your mother into my life, so I will honor him until I die.”

“I’m talking to you, son.”, a deep but friendly voice seemed to calling in my direction.

I quietly march to another place, because I did not want fight with him. My father sat down and started to get even angrier about my question about the Epicureans. After about an hour or so, my father calm down and went to look after me, and asked. “Can we talk again, son?”

An old priest donned in a yellow robe and white cape stepped up next to Ovelia. “Princess, don't give Agrias trouble. Please hurry.” He spoke quietly, but with a firm voice that left no room for arguing.

"Please Father, it will be my honor to escort you to the Abbey. I only ask that you be mindful of my daughter. She cannot sit still for a moment." It was settled and the monk stepped up and sat next to Eva. She was thrilled.

“THEO! Son, where are you” He heard his father’s voice in the middle of the confusion.

"I want to talk to Angelina," Jackson said, at least taking a step from the door, even from two stories up I could see the desperation in his sea green eyes. "She wasn't suppose to hear what I had said."