The conversation with my grandmother had stretched longer than I expected.
We had talked about the past, about my parents, about the future of Vaythos, and about the strange road that had carried me far beyond the boundaries of this world.
Then the communicator resting on the kitchen counter began to ring.
Grandma glanced at it briefly before standing up and walking over.
"That must be someone important," she muttered as she picked it up.
The moment she looked at the caller's name, her eyebrow rose slightly.
"Well," she said, looking back at me with mild amusement, "that was fast."
"Who is it?" I asked.
She answered the call without replying to me.
"Yes?"
A familiar voice echoed faintly from the communicator.
"Lady Elena… I apologize for disturbing you. I was wondering if the rumors I just received are true."
Grandma glanced at me again.
"They are," she replied calmly.
"So he really is back."
There was a short pause before the voice spoke again.
