Morning came to Lunareth. It was really quiet.
The kind of quiet that the outside world does not know about anymore.
The birds were singing softly through the silver trees and the spirit lanterns were not shining much because of the morning sun.
For the time since they left Durnholde, no one was chasing Elira and her companions.
Kael was sitting outside. Sharpening his blade even though he was hurt.
Lina was sitting near him. Watching him with a little smile on her face "You know you can rest, right?" she said.
Kael just grunted "I will rest when Valtheris is not chasing us anymore." he said.
Nearby Tomas was talking to Faelyn about magic. Elira was walking around the village.
She was. Listening and learning. Everywhere she looked she saw things that reminded her of Ronan.
The old people in the village were happy to see him. They said hello. The hunters bowed to him because they respected him.
One old elf even. Said "You used to fix our tools for us after we came back from hunting."
Another elf smiled sadly. Said "You used to smile more."
Ronan looked down. It seemed like he was trying to remember something.
Then the village became quiet. It was not a scared quiet. It was a quiet.
Someone important had arrived.
An old elf, with hair and golden eyes was walking through the village.
His name was Sylvain.
Even the other elves bowed their heads when he came near.
Ronan looked up. His face changed.
He looked like he knew Sylvain.
Elder Sylvain stopped in front of Ronan. Looked at him for a long time.
Then he said "It has been a long while Hero or should I just call you Ronan?"
The whole village became quiet.
Soon the whole world would know it too.
The Hero is back and it would change everything.