The woman who had called herself as "Estella" seemed to be taken aback by her question. She muttered something and perhaps it was to herself. She took a step back and pointed to the large oval mirror that was settled right beside the fireplace. Estelle didn't notice the mirror earlier and it was odd to find it right in front of her eyes now but she didn't feel like asking how odd it was.
"There," said the woman, "That person. He is your home."
A man appeared from the mirror. His face glazed in a frosty anger, his eyes seemed flaring with anger. Over that handsome face was a look of pain as if he had just lost his heart physically from his body. He had yelled in anger, roaring aloud that caused the entire floor of the land to quiver. The rain in Raindawn suddenly grew into a storm as if it was alerting the whole world of the frightening situation that was about to embroil.
