He waited patiently as the two left their Empress. They were noble warriors, and sought only to guard their most precious treasure. For she was indeed that, she was the chosen of the Goddess. Whoever ascended the throne of Aesthan, to do so, must be.<br/><br/>'It was never meant to be this way, Faira...' his voice was solemn, and she would know now she spoke to Arahaelon. He couldn't begin to explain this, what he had become. The journey was so long, the trail, so twisted. He resolved himself to focus, to concentrate on what was important. His self pity was worthless. 'The Goddess, Faira. She suffers.' He turned to face her, his eyes shimmering in the darkness of the vestibule. 'I know this, because I harbor a demon.. and it grows stronger with each passing day.'