I let the portal from Daoine close behind me. I stood in the small clearing by the old tree at the center of the small woods near what I considered to be my true home. I took a deep breath and smelled the rich loam of the forest floor as I leaned on my staff. It was twilight, but I couldn’t be sure if it was morning or evening. It felt more like evening.
It had been roughly two years since I’d been here. Two years of wishing I was here. Two years of missing my family. Two years of struggle and hardship. And loss.
Two years for me, anyway. I had no idea how much time had passed here. Much less. Only days or weeks. The spell that had sped up time in Daoine was gone. I’d seen to that. The spell had left its mark on me though; it had aged my body at least ten years. But I couldn’t regret my
