The Guest
"Good morning, Myrllin," you say.
He turns to look at you, smiling. "Good morning, boy. It looks
like a good night's rest did you some good."
You sit at the table where you see a bowl of stew waiting for you.
You look to your left and see another bowl waiting for someone.
"Expecting a guest?" you ask Myrllin, motioning to the third
bowl.
He nods, mouth full of stew. He swallows his mouthful before
continuing. "Yes. My favorite student. My only student, in
fact. She may be able to help you remember."
You nod, picking up the spoon beside your bowl. "You're a
teacher?"
"Yes," Myrllin replies, slurping up some more stew.
"What do you teach?"
"The Lost Arts."
You spoon some stew into your hungry mouth, pondering what the Lost
Arts are. You quickly stop when you taste the Tanalin stew. It
tastes even better than it smells. You're about to take another
mouthful when you startled by a rapping at the door. Myrllin gets up
to answer the door, smiling.
The old teacher opens the door where you see a beautiful woman, long
blonde hair falling past her shoulders, a crystal around her slender
neck...a crystal that looks like yours!
Myrllin leads her into the kitchen, ready to make introductions when
you see her eyes widen when she looks at you. She points at you, hand
shaking, voice waivering when she says, "It...it...it's
you!"
You wake and stand up, the smell of the Tanalin stew hitting your
nostrils, causing your stomach to rumble. You walk out in the kitchen
where Myrllin sits, ladling stew into three bowls.
