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Chapter 3

Reynellen looked out of the mouth of his cave, high up in the mountains. He'd
been there for a long time he thought. Unsure how many days, he stopped
marking the wall after the fourth month.

Books lay strewn about the cave. Those, and provisions were about the only
reason he left the caves any more. After several month, he'd had his first
visitor. A man seeking arcane knowledge. They sat for some time, Reynellen
unsued to speaking, found his voice, and they discussed a great many things.
The man left a few tomes as payment and walked back down the mountain. A few
weeks later, another came.

And so it was. Reynellen sat in his lonely cave, studying and sharing what
knowledge he could glean. He would speak to most of those who came with good
intent. Those who's intent was less than pure found themselves ushered away
briskly by unseen forces.

A warm, stary night, Reynellen had decided to start a fire out on the plateau
in front of his cave. He'd come to call it his porch. He sat on the ground,
twidding a stick in the flames. Then came a long, warm gust of wind, touching
his cheek like a caress.

A strange, yet oddly familiar voice came on that wind.

"You are needed my Love. The world needs you. You can't sit up here forever
Rey." came her voice, lot to him after so much time.

"I have brought a friend for you, he'll guide you down the mountain, to a
friend, where you can learn and start to train. Then, when you are ready, you
can join them. They need you Rey." came the whisper on the wind.

Out of the woods at the edge of his porch came a coyote loping across the
ground, it walked up to Reynellen and nuzzelde himself under his arm, looking
up, it winked.