The figure walked over to Ana and placed a hand on her shoulder, the strangers touch was gentle and sent a warmth down her aching arm, she flinched back at the unexpected sensation and warily looked up as he brought a ball of warm light between them, "Who are you?" she whispered, her voice trembling with fear and uncertainty.
The figure chuckled softly, the light around them flickering in response. "Oh, Ana. Don't you recognize me?" he asked, his voice deep and resonant.
Recognize?
Ana scoffed as she studied the man's features, he looked older and wise beyond his time, "Why would I know who you are? I wish I did that way I could have sent someone to tear your throat out sooner."
