He is back on the Isle of Avalon.
He's not sure how he got here...he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it has been millenia since this place was even accessible. He knows, for a fact, that he's dreaming.
Still, it's wonderful to be here - he hadn't forgotten what it was like. The warm sunlight, the faint whisps of fog that drift past. He's standing at the apex of the Holy Isle, where the stone arches that mark the portals to other places are. This is the convergence of the nexus where Avalon exists, and while it is not as major as the Nexus in RhyDin, it is significant nonetheless.
But why here? He does not miss this place as he once did, not since reforming the Guardians and bringing the Chamber to Rhydin. Certainly he has not thought of this place much at all since meeting Onyxia and finding, for the first time in his long existence, real, true love. So why is he here?
As he looks around, the fog thickens around him for a moment, then dissipates completely, leaving him bathed in warm, autumnal sunlight. He had always loved the harvest season best. He closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth, before he hears - very faint - a footstep behind him.
He whirls and, standing feet away, is Hazel. Again.
He smiles, bowing to her deeply. The wings on his back, now that he is used to them, do not throw him off balance at all. "M'lady Hazel."
She smiles at him before curtsying in return. "Guardian Lupinius. How do you like your gift?"
He grins back. "Well, m'Lady of the Lake, it wasn't what I expected."
She just shakes her head at him. "You really shouldn't be so formal with me, Lupinius. I've been dead for quite some time - I no longer hold that title. You, however, are still a Guardian - you have been for nearly two thousand years. And you have done far more with that than I anticipated you would when I first freed you...I could not have guessed what would come of that one thing."
He bows again, a quite formal gesture. "M'Lady Hazel, I have done what I thought was right. There was little else I could do. I took my oath, and was bound by it - even when I was a demon I respected the power of one's word."
She just laughs, a light, lovely sound like sweetly toned bells. "Ever the humble one, Lupinius. You never were one to lay claim to great deeds, except to say you did what you felt was right. Some things, I pray, will never change. You could have left it all behind, you know. You could have walked away from all of it, and yet you did not."
"I am aware of that, m'lady. But I was able to carry on, and so I did."
She smiles. "I know, Lupinius. And now, you have reforged the circle anew, brought the Guardians to a place where they are needed. And these Guardians are the most powerful by far - each wields great power of their own, and has been given even more. But here, that may not be enough...so as you have evolved, my friend, so shall they."
He's not sure how he got here...he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that it has been millenia since this place was even accessible. He knows, for a fact, that he's dreaming.
Still, it's wonderful to be here - he hadn't forgotten what it was like. The warm sunlight, the faint whisps of fog that drift past. He's standing at the apex of the Holy Isle, where the stone arches that mark the portals to other places are. This is the convergence of the nexus where Avalon exists, and while it is not as major as the Nexus in RhyDin, it is significant nonetheless.
But why here? He does not miss this place as he once did, not since reforming the Guardians and bringing the Chamber to Rhydin. Certainly he has not thought of this place much at all since meeting Onyxia and finding, for the first time in his long existence, real, true love. So why is he here?
As he looks around, the fog thickens around him for a moment, then dissipates completely, leaving him bathed in warm, autumnal sunlight. He had always loved the harvest season best. He closes his eyes for a moment, enjoying the warmth, before he hears - very faint - a footstep behind him.
He whirls and, standing feet away, is Hazel. Again.
He smiles, bowing to her deeply. The wings on his back, now that he is used to them, do not throw him off balance at all. "M'lady Hazel."
She smiles at him before curtsying in return. "Guardian Lupinius. How do you like your gift?"
He grins back. "Well, m'Lady of the Lake, it wasn't what I expected."
She just shakes her head at him. "You really shouldn't be so formal with me, Lupinius. I've been dead for quite some time - I no longer hold that title. You, however, are still a Guardian - you have been for nearly two thousand years. And you have done far more with that than I anticipated you would when I first freed you...I could not have guessed what would come of that one thing."
He bows again, a quite formal gesture. "M'Lady Hazel, I have done what I thought was right. There was little else I could do. I took my oath, and was bound by it - even when I was a demon I respected the power of one's word."
She just laughs, a light, lovely sound like sweetly toned bells. "Ever the humble one, Lupinius. You never were one to lay claim to great deeds, except to say you did what you felt was right. Some things, I pray, will never change. You could have left it all behind, you know. You could have walked away from all of it, and yet you did not."
"I am aware of that, m'lady. But I was able to carry on, and so I did."
She smiles. "I know, Lupinius. And now, you have reforged the circle anew, brought the Guardians to a place where they are needed. And these Guardians are the most powerful by far - each wields great power of their own, and has been given even more. But here, that may not be enough...so as you have evolved, my friend, so shall they."