(Ashdeer POV)
A week after after kidnapping.
Quinn and Ashdeer stepped onto the courtyard of Andora's ruined castle. Ashdeer flicked his hand impatiently at Quinn and said, "Why are we here? We are wasting our time Quinn!"
"No, Ashdeer, we are not! The past and present are colliding with each other and you need to understand why!"
"Why?" asked Ashdeer irritably. "Why am I not able to rouse my army and attack the Blight? Why am I to play the patient role while they do what they like with us all."
"The Blight was created by us. Now we need Azriel to help us destroy it."
"What do you mean?" Ashmeer asked sharply. "The Dark Lord created the Blight. We all know that."
"It wasn't as simple as that actually."
"What is.....within all of you, convoluted as you are!"
