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Hethurin Fairsong decided to try at the inn first.  He had overheard the workers talking about a boy who was going with them to town and being left at the inn in the morning, so it made sense to look there first for Vaildor.  Lanthiriel had been doing a lot for the boy since he had come into her care, and Hethurin didn’t think it was so odd that she would take him with her.  He secretly wished she wouldn’t yet.  No doubt the other students had at least heard something by now, and there was likely a lot of talk about where he came from amongst people who had no business discussing it.

Hethurin knew the truth about that, but it was a truth he felt few others would accept.  Vaildor wasn’t supposed to be alive, and if he was, he was supposed to be much older.  It was hardly Hethurin’s fault that he had been taken just before his accidental death, switched with another Vaildor who hadn’t lived, and raised in an alternate future.  Hethurin still didn’t know why his alternate self had done that, but hopefully they were getting closer to finding out where he had went.  Perhaps after they found him, they would get some answers.

That wouldn’t solve the problems the boy had created though.  Hethurin cast his teleport, arriving just outside the inn.  He glanced down the road, and seeing no sign of his sister, he went inside.  The boy was there, with some papers in front of him.  He was writing, or trying to.  Hethurin sat down at the table across from him.

Vaildor looked up, startled, “What are you doing here?”

“I’ve come to see you.  We need to talk.”

Vaildor looked back down at his papers.  “I have work to do.  Aunt Lani won’t let me have my sketch book until I’m finished.”

Hethurin glanced at the paper that Vaildor had been writing on.  The edges were covered with doodles.  “I’m not trying to get you in trouble with Lani.  I just wanted to let you know that I found out who your real father is.”

Vaildor looked back up again.  “Who?”

“You know I’m not your father.  You know the one who was raising you also wasn’t your father.  I’ve went to some of the places that the one who was raising you went.  I found out where he took you from.”

“Took me?  I was stolen?  Kidnapped?”

Hethurin frowned, “Sort of, yes.  Actually, you weren’t supposed to live.  You wound up with a blanket wrapped over your face in your crib at night.  You were already dead in the first reality he visited.  He took the that version of you and left him here in this reality, where he kidnapped you before you could die from it.  You’re my brother.  You’re from this reality.  This is where you belong, sort of.  You’re in the wrong time, but there’s not much to do about that.  If I take you back, and our parents accept that you really are the son they buried, then I won’t be born.  If I’m not born, then I can’t take you back.  That would create a time anomaly, and that’s a really bad thing.  Or I could take you back and they would reject you, then you would have no one to take care of you and send you to school.  It’s best if you stay in this time.”

Vaildor frowned, “But no one will believe that.  No one believes me now.  Even Aunt Lani thinks–” he paused, “She’s my sister.”

Hethurin nodded.

“Can I meet everyone?”

“Yes, eventually, but as you said, no one will believe it.  I’ve decided to go along with what Lani already thinks.”

“She thinks you’re my father, but you won’t say it.”

Hethurin scrunched up his nose.  He hated that people would think that he’d actually do something like that, but he did feel partially responsible for what happened to Vaildor, even if it wasn’t actually him.  He saw it happen.  He did nothing to stop it, though Renner would have had a fit if he had tried.  Still, there was that guilt of seeing something happen and not stopping it.  “You’re my brother, and I want you to be part of the family.  I think telling everyone the truth will be the difficult way of going about that, and may never work.  Our parents buried a baby that looked just like you because he was you, just from another reality.  It’ll be easier if they think I had some experience with a girl, and you’re the product of that.”

Vaildor frowned, but nodded.

“I need you to be able to play along with it.  Let Lani continue to think you hit your head and don’t remember your mother.”

“Can I meet my real mother?”

Hethurin twitched an ear.  “You don’t really want to, trust me, but we can arrange it.  For now, do your work on your writing.  I’ll go find Lani and tell her that I’m your father.”

Vaildor frowned, but nodded again.

Hethurin stood and teleported.  He appeared near the work site where they were building the new clinic in town.  Lani had taken an active role in helping to build it.  He found her with the others, building one of the frames with a hammer in her hand.

She looked up as he approached, “Hethurin, hi!  I didn’t expect to see you here.  Don’t you have classes to teach?”

“Not on weekends.  I’m usually around to help if they need it for practice, but I wanted to talk to you.  Do you have some time now?”

Lani put the hammer down, and started walking away from the others with Hethurin, “I do.  What is it?”

Hethurin hesitated.  Once he said what he was about to say, he’d have to tell everyone else the same thing.  There wasn’t going to be any way to go back on it.  He took a deep breath, then said, “I’m Vaildor’s father.”

“You are?  And where was he born?”


“Who is his mother?”

“A girl I met at the library.”

“Did you know she got pregnant?”

“No, I just met her that once.”

Lani looked at him, her brow raised, “Then how is his name Vaildor Lightmist?”

“I lied and told her my name was Vaildor.  She must have wanted to name him after me because he looks like me, or something.”

“Where is his mother now?”

“She’s gone.”

“Gone how?”

“Oh, umm, she said she was dying, so she’s probably gone.”

“What was her name?”

Hethurin shrugged, “She didn’t say.”

Lanthiriel frowned, “So his name is Vaildor Lightmist, and he was born in Silvermoon city, but you don’t remember his mother’s name, nor does he.”

“That’s right.” Hethurin nodded.

“You’re lying.”

“No.  I’m not.”

She glared at him.  “Sanimir Lightmist, if you know the truth about him, light help me, you better tell me.  He’s a sweet boy and he doesn’t deserve to be tossed around from home to home like this.  I want to officially adopt him, but I can’t until I can prove his parents are gone or he’s abandoned.  I wrote to the spire.  There is only one record of a Vaildor Lightmist ever living in Silvermoon, and that was 127 years ago.  Who is he really?”

Hethurin was jarred from the use of his real name, and her tone.  She was angry, and perhaps, rightfully so.  “He’s really Vaildor Lightmist.”

“But what is the name that I should be looking for in the records?”

Hethurin paused before mumbling, “Vaildor Lightmist.  He’s our brother.”

She blinked at him.  “I’m serious.”

“So am I.” Hethurin frowned.  This hadn’t gone the way he had planned.  “I should get back to the school.”  He quickly teleported before Lani could say anything more.


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On the Beach

Aeramin Firewind sipped his cold drink as he lounged in the chair under an umbrella on the beach of a small, private island off the south coast of Pandaria.  It was quiet here, and they had jumped on the chance to rent a small cottage on one of the islands for a few weeks.  The price was right and the smaller islands had no one else on them.  That allowed them to fully enjoy each other’s company on the beach with no fear of onlookers.  Aeramin had paid in other ways though.  The local pandaren had taken to calling him ‘Huo’ during the first week of their stay.  He later found out that the name referred to one of their fire spirits.  He always had burned quite easily, but it seemed to happen even faster here.  Imralion was the one who had insisted on putting up the umbrella, and setting up the chair underneath it.  Aeramin hadn’t been staying under it all of the time though, and was still quite red.

Imralion was lucky to have darker skin, which had gotten darker since their arrival to the beach.  He had left this morning to get food and ice from the small town nearby where they had rented the island cottage.

Aeramin could see a small boat approaching, and covered himself, just in case.  As the boat neared, he could see Imralion’s coppery hair shimmering in the sun.  He relaxed once more, and let his towel slip off as he sipped his drink again.  He watched as Imralion got out of the boat and tied it to their small dock.

Imralion took a bag of things into the small cottage they were staying in, and quickly returned to the beach.  “Are you trying to distract me?” Imralion smiled as he jogged towards Aeramin.  He held some papers in his hand.  He sat under the umbrella next to Aeramin’s chair and handed him the papers.  They were letters.  “These came for you.”

Aeramin took the letters.  There were a couple from Kestrae and a couple from Hethurin.  Aeramin frowned, hesitating to open them.  “Did they have more ice in town?”

Imralion nodded, “I got some.  I put it away already.”

“My drink is getting warm, and I don’t wish to aggravate my burn anymore.  Would you get some ice for me, please?”

Imralion glanced at the letters.  Aeramin could tell by the look on his face that Imralion knew he wanted to read them in private.  He could also tell that Imralion wasn’t too happy about it, but after a moment he grabbed the drink.  “Sure.  I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Aeramin waited until Imralion was about halfway to the building before opening the first letter, one from Kestrae.  She had said it was something she had overheard others talking about, but he knew better.  A demon had been found in the Ghostlands.  A small demon, an imp, but still a demon.  It wasn’t any that they were familiar with.  He could have told them that.  Still, the fact that it was found was something.  The next part made his sit up straight in his chair.  The rangers had taken it to the school, and it was being kept on the school grounds.  He quickly opened one of Hethurin’s letters.  It said the same thing, though more directly, and begged him to come back to help deal with it.  He glanced back at the cottage just in time to see Imralion come out the door with a drink in his hand.

He waited as Imralion walked over and sat next to him, handing him the drink.


“We have to end our trip a few days early.”

“I was afraid you’d say that.  Can we wait until tonight?  I’d like to watch the sunset one more time with you here.”

Aeramin nodded, “I’d like that too.”

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Lanthiriel’s Diary

Dear Diary,

A lot has happened again.  First of all, I went into town today, as I have been recently, to oversee the construction of the building.  I picked up my mail and there was a letter from the spire.  I wasn’t expecting a reply so soon.  I opened it right then, not thinking that maybe I should get Vaildor settled somewhere first to work on his lessons.  So of course he asked what it was, then he asked what it said.  I wound up having to tell him that there was no record of him in Silvermoon.  The only Vaildor Lightmist they have on record died 127 years ago when he was only a couple of months old.  So we’re still no closer to finding out who his mother is, or I guess, who he even is.  He still swears he’s from another reality and maybe they have a record of him there.  Well, even if that’s true, I don’t know how to get to it.  I can’t formally adopt him if there’s a possibility that his parents are still around somewhere and want him back.  I need to be able to prove that he’s an orphan or has been abandoned.  I still think Hethurin might be his father, but he still refuses to acknowledge that.  They look so much alike though.  It can’t be coincidence.

Anyway, finding out that he officially didn’t exist upset Vaildor.  I suppose I can understand that.  I’d be upset as well if I found out there was no record of me, and it did upset me that there was no record of him.  I was really hoping it would be that simple.  I suppose it’s time to talk to Hethurin again and see if he’s more willing to talk about where Vaildor really came from.

It was raining lightly this morning so I set Vaildor up with his books to study from at the inn.  They wanted me to pay for the spot he was using at the table!  I would have argued, but I hadn’t spoke with the builders yet, and I needed to do that.  I made sure the price came with glasses of water and told Vaildor I’d be back around noon.  Thankfully, he was able to finish his work today.

The building is coming along well.  Today, I spoke with Ethirdir about adding more rooms, and he said it could be done.  It was good that I asked now.  He’s going to meet with the builder who made the blueprint about adding more rooms in the back.  It’ll be like the house in Silvermoon, though, I think, a bit smaller, but bigger than where I live now.  I think the Confessor intends to ask to marry me.  We spoke a bit about it last night.  Apparently, Vaildor told him some things while they were shopping in Silvermoon, and to be fair, I didn’t tell him not to repeat, so he knows I’m interested now.

Anyway, I think he would prefer to live in town, and honestly, it would be good for both of us to be where our patients can find us easily if we’re needed.  It still seems a little strange to talk about.  I think I love him.  I don’t really know because I’ve never been in love like that before.  I was really sad to think he might not feel the same, but now I’m really excited to think he might be talking to my father about marrying me.

He did seem concerned that I wouldn’t want to do anything after we got married.  I don’t know where he got that idea.  I do want to, but only with my husband.  If we’re married, then he’ll be my husband and we’ll be able to do things like that.  I’ve been reading the book again, and it’s really difficult to wait sometimes.  I watch other people moving in together without marriage first, and it makes me doubt whether I’m right or not.  If everyone learns we should be pure until marriage, then why does no one actually wait?

I told him that he’s attractive.  I think he thought I meant only physically, which he is, but he’s attractive in other ways too.

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Alternate Realities

(( Trigger warning: Infant death ))

“Where are we trying next?” Hethurin flicked an ear as he looked at the hourglass sitting on the table in the middle of Renner’s practice room.

“We’re going back to the portal in the kitchen.  Do you remember trying to shift the vision to Silvermoon while we were there?”

“Yes, it didn’t work.”

“Because it was warded, and I’m sure it’s one of your wards, or one very similar to it.  You’ve been practicing removing them?”

“I’ve been making slight variations and removing them.  It depends how different it is.”

“Let’s find out.”

Hethurin nodded.  He first cast the spell that would cloak both of them with an invisibility ward with a sound-dampening aura woven in.  The sound-dampening was quite clever and actually relied on principles he had learned with chronomancy.  Sound took time to travel distance.  He managed to shorten the distance while keeping the time the same.  He and Renner would be able to talk to each other, but no one would be able to hear them unless they yelled or they stood right next to them.  He held the hourglass and turned it while casting the second spell.

The room changed the moment he finished uttering the spell.  They were in the kitchen of the school in a timeline where it wasn’t a school.  Tik was absent here.  It looked exactly the same as they had seen it in the vision.

Renner whispered, perhaps unnecessarily, “Start your cast to take us to Silvermoon, but stop when you feel the ward’s resistance, then disable it.”

Hethurin nodded.  He wasn’t very confident about this part of the plan, but decided to do his best.  He started his cast.  It was small at first, but as it grew in intensity, blocking his cast from the destination, he wove in one of his own spells to disable one of his own wards.  He felt the ward snap, and his teleportation spell burst through to the location.

“That was a bit jolting.” Renner twitched an ear as he looked around at their new surroundings.

“It was my first try.  It wasn’t that bad.” Hethurin replied in his own defense.  He paused as he looked around as well.  They were in the house he had grown up in with his family in Silvermoon.  The first thing he did was inspect the walls.  Every few years, his mother would commission a family portrait.  He had learned from the visions of other realities that there were usually only two possibilities: A family with four children in which he was never born, or a family with six children like the one he had grown up with.  It always depended on whether his brother lived or died as a baby.  He saw neither possibility here.  There was one with Vallindra and Lani when they were very young, then another of them with a baby brother, then nothing until they were grown, and it was only the two of them again.  Hethurin had seen a wall like this once before.


“I see it too.  We’ve been here before in a vision.”

“It wasn’t warded then.  We had no problems viewing it.”

Renner looked at him, “No.  It wasn’t then, but remember the past was.  Perhaps when we attempted to go investigate the reason for the paintings, the ward triggered a warning to him?  He might have come to ward more then.  Anyway, I think you know our next stop.”

“The past in this timeline.”

“Yes,” Renner nodded, “Try to make it smoother this time.”

Hethurin took a deep breath and started to cast the spell to travel backwards along the timeline.  He stopped sooner this time, recognizing the ward earlier.  He cast smaller spells to gently unravel the ward.  A new room took shape around them.  It was dark, but Hethurin could make out a baby’s crib.  He walked in and looked closer as his eyes adjusted to the low light.  He saw the lifeless form of a baby tangled in his own blanket.

Hethurin looked at Renner, and was about to speak when Renner whispered, “Move back.  Someone’s coming.”

They moved to the corner as another figure appeared in the room.

“That’s him.  That’s my alternate self.” Hethurin said, confident that his sound-dampening spell was working.

It seemed that it was.  His alternate self made no indication that he heard anything as he approached the crib.  He picked up the baby and muttered with a sigh, “A few minutes too late.”

“Should we stop him?”  Hethurin asked as his alternate self started to lean over to put the baby back.

Renner opened his mouth to answer, but didn’t get a chance as a woman’s scream pierced the quiet dark.

“My baby!  What are you doing to my baby?” she continued screaming, “Isturon, wake up! There’s a strange man in the baby’s room!”

The alternate Hethurin, still holding the dead baby, began to cast a spell.

“Remember his spell.  We’ll follow him.”  Renner whispered.

Hethurin nodded, trying to concentrate on his alternate self’s spell cast, and ignore Verisna’s screams as the other elf disappeared with the baby.

“Now, make an adjustment to move the spell a few minutes earlier.  We want to get there before him.”  Renner paused and added, “Remember to take care of any wards.”

Hethurin nodded and started repeating the spell, making the necessary adjustments to allow for a few extra minutes.  His mother’s hysterical screams continued, but he focused on finding the ward.  He felt it, and began his spell casts to disable it as he heard his father’s voice asking Verisna to check on the girls while he went to get the guards.  He carefully pried at the ward, picking it apart until the noise faded away.

They appeared to be in the same room, but a different timeline.  It was slightly earlier in the night.  It was still dark, but here, the sounds of a young baby struggling with his blanket came from the crib.  The infant had learned how to roll over, and had managed to pull the blanket tight over his face.  As he lacked the motor skills to do much more than kick, the blanket was winning.

“He’s going to die.”

“Don’t touch him.”  Renner warned.

“I wasn’t going to.  My alternate self will.”

“We’ll have to follow him again.  Don’t touch anything here.”

Hethurin looked at Renner, puzzled, “Why should we wait, if we can prevent it from happening at all?”

“This is our timeline.  Do not touch anything.  Do I need to remind you that you are in your parents’ home before you exist?”

“No, but my alternate self isn’t going to care, is he?”

“We’ll watch.  It’s already happened, and you’re still here.  Don’t do anything to mess it up.”

They moved back to the corner as the baby continued to struggle with his blanket.  The alternate Hethurin appeared seconds later, still holding the dead baby from the previous timeline.  He briefly looked at it with disgust, but quickly turned his attention to the baby in the crib.  He picked him up and unwrapped the blanket from his head.  The baby started to cry.  The alternate Hethurin wrapped the blanket around the dead baby’s head and placed him in the crib.  He quickly cast a simple ward and teleported with the living baby.

“That spell… was it a time teleport?”

Renner frowned, “It sounded like gibberish to me.  Was it the ward he cast first?”

Hethurin frowned, “It might have been.  It wasn’t a very strong ward, but I’m unfamiliar with it, so maybe it did ward his spell cast.  He would have had to return later to put the real ward that was here.”

“Try to get any teleportation dust from where he was standing before your mother wakes.  I’d rather be out of here before she starts screaming again.”

Hethurin quickly found a cloth to wipe the floor where the other mage had stood while casting.  “Renner?”


“Vaildor is my brother.”

“It appears so.”

“Not even an alternate brother.  He’s my real brother.”

“Yes.  This is our timeline.”

“Well, how do we take him back then?”

“I’m not sure that is possible now.  He was supposed to die.  If we took him back to where he should be, age-wise, and your parents believed it was him, you might not be born.  More likely, your parents would reject him.  I think there’s no other choice than to let him stay in our present.  At least he’s back in the right timeline.”

Hethurin frowned as he cast the spell to take them back to their own present.


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Vaildor’s Morning

It was early morning.  Aunt Lani was still asleep, but Vaildor Lightmist had woken some time ago.  He was finding it hard to sleep these days. The medicine he took at night did help him get to sleep initially, but he still woke too early.  He had been slowly accepting his situation, abandoned by his father, rejected by the mage who looked like his father and finally taken in by the mage’s sister.  She insisted that he call her ‘Aunt Lani’ as she was convinced that he was the mage’s son, though he had tried to tell her it wasn’t possible.  His father was a powerful chronomancer and had moved him from timeline to different timeline as they fled from the evil bronze dragons.  Even he had to agree it sounded far-fetched, as the Confessor called it, but it was the truth.

Other than not believing him, Aunt Lani had done her best so far to make him feel welcome.  In fact, she had done that so well, that he was thinking of this timeline as home, which was something he hadn’t felt in quite a while, not since he was nine, before the dragons came for his father.

He frowned.  That man was not his father.  The mage who looked like his father had managed to find some letters in the place he had previously stayed.  They had all been to Vaildor.  None of them had been written further than a couple of sentences.  Some of them started as if the man pretending to be his father expected to die.  One of them, the one Vaildor couldn’t forget, was the one which claimed that he wasn’t his father at all.  Not a single one explained anything.  If he wasn’t Sanimir Lightmist’s son, then who was he?

He frowned again.  It may be something he never found out.  He was accepting life here, and he had always been Vaildor Lightmist before, so he didn’t see any reason that he couldn’t still be Vaildor Lightmist.  He didn’t have to completely redefine himself, only the people he decided to trust.  Aunt Lani had quickly taken the empty spot left by the man who had claimed to be his father.  She gave him honest answers when he asked questions, and he didn’t think she would just leave him like he did.

The Confessor and Desdeyliri had also earned his trust.  Des had been the first person who tried to be nice to him, and had helped him get out of the house to meet the Confessor.  The mage at the school who looked like the man who wasn’t really his father had originally wanted him to stay right where he had been found, in case the man came back for him, but as time went on, Vaildor didn’t think he was going to return.  A powerful chronomancer could go away for months and return to the moment just after he had left.  If he hadn’t returned yet, then it was unlikely that he would, and as time went on, it became less and less likely.

He saw Des a little less now, though she still visited.  He liked when she visited.  Sometimes she would bring food from the school, and they would just talk.  The mage also visited, though Vaildor thought he only meant to make sure he was still there and nothing more.  At least he hadn’t found anymore half-written letters, so he had no reason to speak with Vaildor.  He only spoke with Aunt Lani, briefly asking how his leg was healing before teleporting away.  Vaildor still didn’t like him, but at least he wasn’t standing over him saying horrible things anymore.

The Confessor was nice.  Yesterday, he had taken a trip into the city to see about one of the art schools there.  The application form looked horribly complicated, and Vaildor had trouble reading all of it.  It turned out that he would need a portfolio to submit, so he decided that would be the most important thing first.  His previous works had been left behind so he would need to start over.  It helped that he had real drawing tools now.  They had also stopped at one of the stores selling pencils and quality paper.  He wanted everything, but knew better.  There was no way he had enough gold for it all.  The pencils and sketchbook that he did get were better than he had ever had before, and as it was, the Confessor had given him a few extra coins to be able to afford the purchase.

He had already started to use them.  Last night, he had drawn a girl standing on one of the paths in the woods in the Ghostlands.  She didn’t have a face, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want to give her one.  It was Virinde.  As soon as the Confessor showed him the picture in the locket, he’d be able to finish it.  This morning he had started on a sketch of a dragon, but instead of drawing a mage fighting it, he imagined this one as being nice.  He supposed it had to be possible since they hadn’t come for him yet.

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Vallindra’s Notes

  • Everything went as planned, and the scrying mirror is in place.  I watched from a distance as Kestrae approached the ranger patrol, which was my sister and one of the trainees.  I couldn’t hear what she said, but they did go off in the direction of the school.  That gave me time to sneak into the ziggurat and get the mirror placed.

  • I found a suitable area facing the circle, which was still there, up in the center of the structure.  The Magister said it gives a wonderful bird’s eye view.  I’m not sure what’s so wonderful about a bird’s eye view of the inside of a ziggurat.  I have a feeling he may have been looking at my chest.

  • While I had the time, I noted where the ley-line passed under the ziggurat.  It does go directly under the summoning circle.  I think the rangers were lucky that they were only met with an imp.  I would guess that more powerful things have been summoned in there.  They could have been met with many other things that wouldn’t have been so easy to capture.

  • I’m still amused over how the imp just jumped in the trainee’s bag.  How does that even happen?

  • Unless it was meant for the imp to go with them.  I need to find out what they did with it.  They better not have taken it anywhere near my nephew.  At least Nessna seemed okay when I watched her with Kestrae.  So if they did take it back to wherever the rangers are, then nothing’s happened, yet.

  • The more I think about it, the more I think the imp was instructed to go with them.  Maybe Kestrae has been able to find out more.

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Hethurin’s Notes

  • I’m worried.  I’m usually worried about things, but right now, I’m exceptionally worried.  The kid who was left in my room is at Lani’s place now.  She doesn’t seem to mind.  I think she still thinks that he’s mine, and she doesn’t realize the possible danger of having him there, but at the same time, he apparently broke his leg again, and how angry would his father be if he came back and we weren’t taking care of him?  I don’t think I can take that chance either.

  • Anyway, I guess something happened while Des was watching him and he complained that it hurt too much and she took him to see Lani, then Lani said she needed to keep him there to make sure he was healing okay.  He probably did something on purpose.

  • None of it sits very well with me.  There’s a powerful mage out there, who looks like me, and probably is me, but from another timeline.  And he left this kid here without any instructions.  A little note would have done wonders, like, ‘Oh, watch him for a few weeks, thanks!’

  • Of course, then I did find letters.  It was my first time really going to an alternate reality.  Renner was with me, but he went outside to look around while I checked in the house they had stayed in before they came here.  I found the letters under the bed upstairs.  It turns out, my alternate self isn’t the kid’s father either!  So now we don’t know who the boy is really, and going by how some of the letters were started, I’m not sure the guy will be coming back, but if he does, I really don’t want him angry at me.

  • So I took everyone to the city to shop.  I told the students that I thought everyone should have some nice mage robes, real mage robes, and that I was buying.  They really can’t complain if I’m buying.  I let them pick their own robes out too.  Terellion, Tik and Lilithel also came along.  I thought it would be good if they had good armor.  Terellion really knows why.  I told Tik and Lilithel that they had to double as guards for the estate.  I think Tik might have questioned it in his head, but he didn’t say anything.  He did refuse to get a new sword.  He said the one he has now is the one he’s used to and it’s the one he will continue to use.

  • Both Tik and Lilithel preferred the lighter armor.  Lilithel wanted a bow instead of a sword.  She said she had some training with both, years ago, but felt more comfortable with the bow.  They wandered off to look at leather armor together, while I stayed with Terellion.  His new set is going to be amazing on him.  He picked out a really nice sword too.

  • He was trying things on and I was wandering around the market nearby when one of the vendors showed me some glasses.  I’d never seen glasses like these before!  He said they would protect my eyes.  I asked what they would protect my eyes from and he had a whole list of things.  Dust, bright mage spells, mage spells cast at me… oh and I can look at the sun without going blind!  I bought the fanciest pair.  They sparkle.

  • I gave everyone time to visit home while we were there too.  I think almost everyone has family in Silvermoon.  Tik and Lilithel went to have coffee together because I guess neither of them has anyone here.

  • Anyway, now everyone is ready in case the other me comes back and is mad about anything.  I guess they would be more prepared if I told them, but I don’t want anyone freaking out either.

  • I guess they would freak out if they knew what was in the loft in the stable too.  I’m a bit freaked out about that myself.  The other night, Tylenthis stopped by with a bag, and said he found something near one of the ziggurats.  Turns out that something was an imp!  I was able to freeze it before it caused any trouble.  It’s hidden in the loft in the stable.  I have it properly warded, so I don’t think anyone will find it there.

  • I was hoping Aeramin would return from his trip soon, and I could ask him about it then.  However, Tik informed me that Kestrae and Ordinicus are visiting and taking one of the guest rooms, so I don’t have to wait for Aeramin.  I can just ask Kes.

  • A lot of things are going on all at once.  I don’t think the glasses will be enough to protect me if something goes wrong.

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