To say I as terrified in Feylore would have been an extreme underestimation of my emotions. I hated the way Rowan looked around the abandoned village, seeing the past through her memories. I noticed her flinch before she got to the down trodden house, it looked like any other to me, but it must have been something important if she looked at it like that.
"Are you alright love?" I asked her after I placed my hand on her shoulder.
"This is..." The place she grew up, I nodded telling her that I knew. "I can still see her in there." She turned back to the house, taking my hand and pulling me in. We walked throughout the lower level, stopping in each room as the memories flooded though her brain.
The first room I could tell had been hers and he brothers, two small rotted beds sat as they
