Elysia's dream pulled her into a world cloaked in mist, where the air was cold and light. The cloaked man awaited her in a clearing brightened by an eerie, golden glow. His hood obscured his face as usual and his voice carried authority as he gestured for her to approach.
"Elysia," he called out, watching her make her way towards him in slow steps strides.
Elysia narrowed her eyes watching him for a few seconds before halting a few inches from him. "What do I call you? You know my name and I know nothing about you."
"I do not see how that it all necessary but if you wish to call me, you can call me Knox." The man replied.
Elysia frowned, "Knox? That can not be your real name. What type of name is that?"
He sighed, "you asked for what to call me and I gave it to you. Besides, I never mentioned that my name is Knox,"
