I once had a master," Merlin said in a forlorn voice. But I haven't seen her in the span of several lifetimes."
"What was her name?"
A gentle breeze rustled the grass and the trees around them.
Merlin turned, staring at Emily for a few moments.
His silver eyes burned into her own almost as though he was looking straight through her at something only he could see.
The air grew strangely still.
The n eventually, he whispered.
"Her name was Mileas. Mileas Halecrest. She gave me her last name."
"It's almost haunting, how alike they look," he thought, staring somberly into the distance.
Emily went silent, allowing him to take a stroll down memory lane.
It was almost as though he was remembering something from a distant past.
He gently gestured,d and in the next moment, particles of light gathered together, inflowing shimmering streams before slowly taking shape into a new phantom.
One of the stunning women.
