The bermuda cluster

It couldn’t be, could it? Alaric had often wondered what had happened to Revas after he’d escaped, was he alive, was he dead? Questions Alaric was never able to answer, only that Elgar’nan was never able to find the elf. His mouth fell open as he realised, this was indeed the Revas he knew all those hundreds upon hundreds upon hundreds of years ago.

I never imagined I’d lay eyes on you again. He paused thinking briefly about his time as Elgar’nan’s captive. It wasn’t an easy time, but falling in love with Arithari had certainly made things interesting. I became his court jester, I amused him enough that I was more worth to him alive than dead.

It would have been known to Revas about Alaric’s love for music and his desire to be a Minstrel and not to go into politics like his father had wanted. Though his father’s death had meant him taking up the family mantle any way despite the fact that it wasn’t what he wanted, but family was important to him.

After the veil went off, in all the chaos I found a place I felt safe enough to go to sleep. How long have you been awake? I woke up about twenty years ago. He still hadn’t sat down, the realisation that this was the Revas he knew growing up, had him standing in place, starting in awe as he wrapped his head around the fact that they were both alive and well and reunited.