The sun had plunged beneath the skyline, and the old nursery of the evil presence palace was covered in dusk. The roses that filled the nursery emanated a shocking glow, their petals moving through a hypnotizing range of varieties in the blurring light. An exciting mix of earth and wizardry drifted through the air, a scent that had tormented Lysander's fantasies since his experience growing up.
The new occasions had left Lysander with a psyche overflowing with unanswered inquiries. His mission for recovery, a challenging excursion to break the extremely old revile that grasped his heart, had taken him on a rollercoaster ride through feelings, and with each step, the intricacies of his past and the puzzler of his future appeared to extend.
