Despite the anger she clearly felt, Kirnardaz didn't move an inch. His eyes glowing, he looked back up from the floor at her. "I tried. You see, when you were born... The villagers your mother and I lived with at the time, were, superstitious. They believed you were their apocalypse. So they took your mother while I was out with you. I was visiting my kingdom with you, showing my daughter what she would one day rule. And I came back, and the villagers were about to execute your mother, so I was forced to set you down somewhere safe and give chase. I was too late. And then when I came back to get you, and take you to my kingdom where you would be safe, with my sister, you were gone. I have spent the last 20 odd years trying to find you again. In a world where magic was not so abundant, you would have been found quickly. but magic obscured you from being scryed, and as such I investigated magical hotspots. In doing so I came across many things, Dragons, trapped demons, ghosts. But never you... And then, when I met Xerordir, knowing I had not much time in this world, I possessed him, and now we share a body, our minds compromising and coexisting. That is why his appearance has changed." Kirnardaz had shortened the story but told it truthfully.
