Here's part 3? As soon as the bags were loaded onto the horses, Darien and Aunt Sophia were off. It was dusk and only the moon shone in the darkness of the night. They were off to who knew where. Darien had no clue as to where he was going. Sophia closed her eyes and felt the winds; they were pointing her in the direction of the west. Just a couple days ride to get to the outskirts of Calamdrayea. IT was from there that she would have Darien meet Quentin and begin his training. She could ensure that he would be safe with Quentin and she could go off to fetch her brother. Darien had to train so he could win. He had to defeat everything in his destiny's path. They rode on, for days until they reached the edges of Calamdrayea. There were tents up ahead and men dressed in green robes scurry around preparing for something. Darien and Sophia stopped 2 yards from the tents as one of the men in the green robes walked toward them. He had ebony hair and piercing green eyes that held mass amounts off knowledge. His hair was shoulder length and pulled back in to a ponytail at the back of his head. His robe accented his muscles and he was obviously very fit. HE looked rakish and Darien first impression was that he was cool. He surveyed them as he sauntered, his eyes warming up as he looked toward Sophia. When he reached them, he held out a hand toward Sophia. She took it and smiled down at him. "It's been so long Quentin. You look the same as you did before my love. It's a blessing that I get to see you again," Quentin grinned, making his face look younger and more handsome than before. "Why Sophia, one would think that you think that I would change shape or something. Why wouldn't I look the same? I look beautiful don't I darling? I wouldn't want to scare you with my fierce look. Especially since it's been 1000 years since I've seen you and you have forgotten how I look," Sophia laughed. "It's been less than 1000 years and how have I been wrong in saying you look the same you shameless hooligan. I shall cut you with my knife so you can look somewhat different," "Ah, but my dear, I am offended. Have you not noticed the different length in my hair? Surely my hair was much longer 1000 years ago," He smiled tenderly at Sophia and she felt her heart sink to her toes. "Oh, you bloodhound, you make me tremble with your excessive smile. Stop giving it away so freely lest I have to really bring out my powers and stop all the scurrying females from trying to get to you," Sophia embraced him then looked toward Darien who was dismounting the horse. Darien walked toward Sophia and Quentin. "Quentin, my love, this is Darien, my nephew," There was a look of awareness and acknowledgement in Quentin's eyes. He understood that Sophia couldn't repeat Darien's real name lest the evil emerge to soon and all would be lost. Quentin smiled at the young man. The boy had the build of a 16 year old and would be quite a charmer. He had black hair and midnight blue eyes that were alight with confusion. The boy also held the power and the vast knowledge that would help him in the future. He would become apt and excel with the right training. "Ah, so you're the love of my love's life. I see why I cannot compete. Your aunt has shunned me for more years that I can count on all fingers and toes," He smiled reassuringly at the boy. "Darien, Quentin shall be your trainer. He will help you prepare for you journey in the future," Darien looked up at the cool Quentin and grinned. "I hope I turn out as cool as you," Quentin laughed and swung an arm around Darien's neck, leading him toward the tents. "Ah, you'll be a fine pupil son. A fine pupil you'll be," and continued to walk off. Sophia just stood there with suppressed tears at the touching scene. She tapped Darien's luggage twice and whispered "Transloganino". The closed transported to Darien's tent. Sophia looked back once more to find Darien staring at her. He lifted an eyebrow at his aunt. She knew he saw what she did. Well, that was all that he would know for now. She whispered good-bye and mounted he horse. She turned once and waved as Darien waved back. Then she was off. Comments? Flames? Praises? Email? ME? Dreamress1@exctie.com