The once crowded streets of Glasswater Keep were gradually diminishing as the sun descends below the horizon and dusk started to set in. If this had been any other evening, Améla would have yearned for the congestion the busy city brought day in and day out. On this eve, the young Ashcraft needed to keep her mind clear and undistracted. Something that would not happen if every turn she made, the Nobel would find herself bumping into resident after resident who each would captivate her attention. Améla loved the atmosphere that could only be found in the heart of the city. An atmosphere that was slowly coming back after the rebel attacks months ago. It made her sad to see the city of her youth take such a hard hit. While there was so much Améla wanted to do to help, on this evening, her only focus could be the events of the last 24 hours. Another day drawing to a close, and Améla found herself with more questions than answers. She had hoped Phelix could help her shed some light on all the questions that were created by the vision she had yesterday. He probably could have if she had been more open about what all she saw. Améla could not bring herself open up to anyone but Alek until she knew who she could truly trust.
Lost going over the conversation she just had with Phelix, Améla almost missed a familiar face about to pass her. "Avi? Is it really you? I have to be seeing things or people. There is no way the man of the sea is standing before me in Elysi."
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