"Prepare for what awaits." The words of the sorcerer echo in my mind as I continue to stare into the darkness he vanished into.
Cold, heavy with a chill, the air does its best to run shivers down my spine, but I will myself to stay still. Compose yourself.
If there's even the tiniest hope this path will bring Mother back, then I have to take it.
A moment later the sorcerer steps from behind his shroud of night, his dark robe billowing behind him as he steps closer to me.
He draws back his hood, revealing an age-weathered face, his eyes aglow like coals in the poor light.
There is something very, very old about him, something which serves to make me feel he has lived a great deal longer than any of us can even begin to guess.
"Who are you?" I ask, trying to sound composed.
He flash
