I tilt my head, watching me carefully. “Why?”
“I was mated,” I say. “Which started to link us together, meaning that I would no longer be mortal but long-lived like the elves.”
Ah, I was starting to see her problem.
“ This meant I had a choice to make. I could stay here letting him go back to homeland, and never age, forced to live alone on the run and watch those I love die as life cycles continued, or I could leave this world and step into his.”
There’s a beat of silence.
“You never really died,” I whisper.
“I faked my death. I told my sister, your direct ancestor and she vowed to keep my secret." I say. “I fell from the same cliffs they pushed you off from. Only at that time there was a massive river below it so when there was no body found no one questioned it. Then I left behin
