((Ok, this is the last thing before I disappear again.))<br/><br/>A voice alighted in Valarinth's ear. It was soft and sounded more as though she were reading a mind than hearing it.<br/><br/>"I have been bound to your fate since before you were born. Intertwined with your destiny by fate and choice."<br/><br/>The same dragon that crashed outside only minutes before appeared in the library. It was massive and a light glowed down between it's gigantic angel like wings. It appeared to Valarinth alone.<br/><br/>"In my many attempts to escape your protection, I have been scarred."<br/><br/>The old versions of Tyr, the grey knight, the angelic, black haired paladin, the professor, even the wolf appeared along side hundreds of recognisable and non-recognisable forms. The spoke with one voice now.<br/><br/>"Do not be afraid. I no longer wish to run, only to seek your returned protection. It is your blood line I have fought for, and it is that that I wish to preserve until I have exhausted myself and fall to oblivion. One walks among you bearing the markings of return. To him belongs the prize left behind."<br/><br/>There was a flash and the world returned to normal.<br/><br/>"I am sorry." The voice faded.