Lorelei

The tower was cold, but I barely noticed.

I sat across from Xenophon, my hands wrapped around a cup of tea that had long since gone cold. The candles flickered around us, casting dancing shadows across the ancient books that lined the walls. The wizard's face was serious, his eyes distant, like he was seeing something I couldn't.

"The connection between Avalon and Veridian," he said slowly, "is older than you can imagine. Older than the kingdoms themselves, older than the bloodlines ...