ore Thorold, his

zard's eyes seemed to bor

idden deep within. The ai

tion, as if the very fate

la

ryndor, is one of

his voice low and measure

e last living heir of the

to be

led as Thorold's w

him breathless and bewil

is sense of identity torn

" he repeated, his

afraid to speak

eyes gleaming with

to echo through the ages.

power and wisdom. They sh

ng an indelible m

e room seemed to fad

d in a sea of time. Erynd

ng upon him, a crushing

e him

ents?" Eryndor aske

f afraid to break the

n turned somber, hi

hey were the last of the M

o protect you, to ensur

odl

of grief wash over

e knew that he had to hon

agic Wizards and f