"They buried him. In a prison deep below the Earth. Tied to a stake and burnt by the flames of the great dragon Lisfiax."
Nael let out a short wimper.
The group came to a halt a few feet away from the garden.
"So that's how he died." Ernea said. She watched as Neal walked closer to her sister and gently took her hand.
"Levero didn't die." Solomon stated.
"Huh?" The girls said all together.
Solomon, his eyes on the tree. Closed his eyes and began swaying his head gently as if listening to a tune, a smile on his face.
"That's not possible. No one can withstand that dragons flames." Erenea proclaimed.
A gentle humming sound filled the room, but none of them paid any mind.
"He didn't." Solomon said. "Levero burned and burned till his ashes mixed with his skin, till his body turned to mould and smoke filled his organs."
The twins widened their eyes. Solomon looked back at them with a smile. His hair raising, radiating gold. His hair tie burned to a crisp.
"Levero was...immortal?" Erenea asked.
"Not immortal." Nael said.
"Cursed." Neal said. The two twins said as if hypnotised.
A voice began singing. The voice of a little boy. A beautiful voice.
Solomon laughed as he danced. "Cursed. Cursed by time. An undying body, a soul that had reached the gates of the afterlife but could never cross."
... but that'll mean he never died. Erenea thought. So was the reason why he never left any mana traces because his soul had become accustomed to the feeling of death.
"But why would Father Time keep him alive?"
"Why not?" Solomon laughed. Erenea stared at him, confused. "A slave is better alive than dead. Regardless of its condition."
Erenea's expression was the mixture of disgust and speechlessness.
The twins were motionless, and a second voice began singing, the voice of a little girl accompanying the boy's.
Golden feathers rose from the ground, and the whole room began to change. Everything turned gray and water filled the ground. All that remained the same was the garden and it's tree, it's light ever radiant.