Faelis nodded. Usually he would have asked exactly what the words meant, and been more hesitant to trust the seer, but now he walked to the pool and looked down into it.
It was almost a shock to see his reflection in the clear water. His face was pale, and there were shadows under his kohl-lined eyes. He looked into his eyes and saw the desperation reflected there that he felt inside of himself.
"Namare arosa mei, delian da dition," he recited, and he kneeled next to the pool, just at the seer had instructed. Then he placed his hands on the surface of the water and focused as hard as he could on the memory. It was not a good one, but it was powerful. He tried to recall everything he could about that night. The night he had been tortured, one of the few times he had been captured while on a job. They had wanted to know who he was and who had hired him, how he had known the password into their fortress. He had been there for days, not giving in, knowing that if he did, they would kill him. It had been four days by the time he had escaped, his body broken and bruised, but his mind intact. It had been the second time he had been captured and tortured, but it hadn't been the last, two times since the same had happened.
Despite the horror of the experience, it was not a memory Faelis wanted to lose, like all of his other experiences, good or bad, it made up a piece of him, and losing it would be losing a piece of himself. Hopefully the doppleganger wouldn't be killed, and he would be able to regain the memory.
Then the elf felt hands against his. He grasped onto them and pulled, lifting the doppleganger, the doppleganger of him from the water.
