High Mage Theron looked exactly as he had in my childhood memories. Ancient beyond counting, with silver hair that fell to his shoulders and eyes like starlight. The years had not touched him, which should have been impossible for any mortal man.

"Princess Lyra," he said softly, bowing his head with genuine respect. "You have grown into the woman your mother dreamed you would become."

"Theron?" My voice cracked with disbelief. "But you died. Everyone said you died with my family."

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