He took my things from me and I led the way home. We didn’t talk. It had been over a year since we had last saw each other. I could see him looking me over.

I had changed. I was older now, and stronger. I could fight if need be, and without being watched over. Holear had taught me well. My face had changed also. It was hard. I hardly ever smiled since that day I had been taken. And I was scared, protective of myself. Blake use to always be in my mind, but I wouldn’t let him in now. I wasn’t use to that other presence there.

We arived at the safehouse. I walked right in, the scanners having already cleared me for entry. “Mom, Dad! I’m back. And I brought someone with me.”
Luciea and Holear, my only compainy this past year, came to greet me. “Who is it?” Holear asked, his hand automaticly on his sword hilt.

“Blake.” I breathed. They both immediatly looked beyond me at the figure in the doorway. The rushed to him and hugged him. I was so shocked he was here, I went right to my room. We’ll talk later.