Isadora's POV
As the older man drew closer, I braced myself for any potential threat that might occur. I was so ready that my warm, long right hand grabbed a hard wood log from the river-side. But as I looked into the older man's weathered face, I was utterly struck by a sense of familiarity that I couldn't place instantly.
His wrinkled brow, the worry lines etched around his eyes, the thin lips, and the salt and pepper hair all seemed to hint at a past I couldn't remember. And those eyes held a recognition that I couldn't quite grasp.
He focused on me seriously, like a hunter ready for prey and said, "Is that you, Vaela?
Are you fine? You remain still."
Huh! For a split second, I thought someone was calling out my name: "Isadora!" "Isadora!!" Or was it just the voices in
