“You truly are the chosen one, Irith of Aran,” she said, mimicking Reancore’s words.  

   “You heard all of that,” Irith asked, curiously?

   “Heard what, you went in and came right back out.  If it wasn’t for the second sword on your back, I would’ve thought you chickened out.”

   “It’s time for me to go to Aristol,” he said.

   “No,” she rejected immediately.  “You aren’t ready, yet.  You must train, first.”

   “I have a duty,” he said.

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