The perilous trek through the treacherous library corridors had finally paid off....the adventurers stood amidst a massive domed room that looked undisturbed and in outstanding condition for the age of the place. The group was instructed by the spiritual library guides to stand before each of the mirrors that were within this room. It seemed odd to Dalanor but it turned out to be exactly what he had been searching for.........
When he gazed upon the mirror, memories started flowing back from his childhood, from his training, even from the events leading up to and surrounding his exile. It was as if someone had let loose a flood gate of information, and even spells that he had known were returning to him. He saw the arrogance of his youth....something that left him somewhat regretful....he saw behavior and actions that would leave him deeply troubled for a while to come, and he saw Neeala.....
His suspicions about her had been correct.....there had definitely been something there....a nd he knew it when he laid eyes on her body in the tomb of phaethon. Everything he had suspected, even become curious about had been proven true......they had been in love.....and she had been forced to watch what they did to him during his trial. The most shocking revelation was that he had been an expecting father when they took his life from him. Neeala was dead , no longer would her beauty, nor her brilliant mind be there for him....no longer would he be able to hold her.....they had taken that from him too.....and while his thoughts strayed to vengeance and anger.....he snapped back into focus......he was far beyond this petty notion that mortals had of revenge, but that did not make the pain any less.
Dalanor let his thoughts trail back to the fact that he was a father, and that his daughter was still alive....and that was when the mirror showed him her face......she looked so much like him.....it was uncanny.
Once everyone had finished with their own visions, the group had departed the place, returning to Kharan Has with haste, all the while, noone speaking.....all of them just mulling over what had happened. Upon reaching kharan Has, Dalanor made his way to Vadriar's shop, and for the first time, he allowed himself to show emotion. He sat within the lab, his head in his hands and he wept.......partly because of grief, partly out of anger, and some out of joy......though he was Eladrin, and a wizard at that, he was still a being that experienced emotion and felt pain as any other creature.....
At some point, Dalanor regathered himself and finally calmed himself. he felt better, but he also knew what he had to do. His daughter had noone, and that alone frightened him. He would have to speak with Brennavon again and have the man check on her.....and also see if he could arrange for a meeti ng with his daughter....if it was not possible, Dalanor would fight to reclaim his name among his people, and he would be there for his daughter.....he would be da mned if she would be twisted and used in the way that he had been........but he would do so with kharask's help and guidance, because things had changed, and Dalanor among them.......he had a true reason to keep going forward...he had a purpose now, and that was all that mattered........
"I swear to you Neeala, I will see that our daughter is safe...even if I should give my life....I will see to it that she does not befall the same fate as either of us......"
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