The grand halls of the manor stretched before Boy, bathed in the soft golden glow of candlelight.
'How am I back here?' he thought curiously as he looked around the place, making sure that it was the same place.
He took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of old books, polished wood, and the faint perfume Lady Elaria always wore filled the air.
'I am indeed back… How is this possible?' he thought as warmth settled in his chest, something that he could almost immediately identify— a sense of home.
He stepped forward, slowly beginning to make his way through the hallways that he had made his way across countless times as his claws clicked softly against the pristine marble floor.
As he made it down the hallway, he stopped at a door on his left, staring at it intently as a burst of memories shot into his mind, 'My room… The place where I dedicated myself to studies…'
