I told him about the vision. The Silver Gate. My mother. The ancient mountain. Every detail and finally, I reached the part that mattered most.
"The man beside her looked exactly like you." I said as Draven stared at me.
"That is impossible." He said.
"I know." I said.
"Your mother lived centuries ago." He said.
"I know." I said.
"I am not centuries old." He said.
"I know that too." I said.
The frustration in my voice drew the faintest hint of amusement from him but only for a moment and then seriousness returned.
"Could it have been another Ashwyrm?" He said but I hesitated.
"Maybe." I said.
The answer felt weak because it had been him. Every instinct inside me insisted upon it. Draven stood and began pacing.
"I have never heard of anything like this." He said.
"Neither have
