Auren, for reasons he couldn't quite fathom, loved the journey back to the Night Temple. The road proved easy to navigate, and walking with his friends—if he could call them that—held an unexpected charm.
To be honest, Auren doubted they truly were friends. Jasper. He'd never warmed to Jasper, had disliked him from the moment they met, but today Jasper was playing the part of the good student.
He was eager to learn about the sword, and that alone impressed Auren.
As they talked, diving deeper into discussions of swordplay and combat styles, Jasper would sometimes drift off, worry creasing his brow as thoughts of Meredith being alone crept in. It irritated Auren, but only slightly. That was their only hiccup.
Eventually, Auren led them to the Night Temple. Both companions stopped dead in their tracks, awestruck by the building before them.
