Waking up, I find myself back in my hut from the Northlands. It’s raining outside and a gentle drip-drop of water falls through my roof and onto my skin. For a moment, I wait for the familiar footstep of Mortimer the Druid.
Then, I realize I’m not the only one here. Camilla still rests against my side. The sweet rhythm of her breathing is beautiful music.
The events of the day flood through my mind. Camilla and I came to the black desert to uncover Thoth’s Pyramid. We need to take a breather, so I magically transported my hut from the Northlands to the desert here, weather included.
Camilla shifts and sighs. The sight of her peaceful slumber is something to cherish. I want to bottle every aspect of this moment so I can relive it later, over and over.
How many ages have I lived by mysel
