The stair was not so long as it seemed at the beginning, because in spite of the caution with which I descended, it didn't take me more than a few minutes to reach its base. From there, a narrow hallway of dark, smooth rock, drove toward another stair, with black marble steps that grow wider while it climbed to an unadorned stone doorway. Behind the portal,, a little dark room with all the appearance of a library, and in a corner, bended over a desk,, an old man was immerse in the reading of ancient-look parchments.

I should have moved something when entering the room, 'cause a slight tinkle indicated him the presence of someone else into the room. Very slowly he raised his head and turned his sight to me. A pair of tired eyes looked to me steadily, studying me, trying to decipher what was under the hood of my cloak.. Suddenly his eyes shined with joy and some kind of reconnaissance. He smiled and stood up, and walked to me...

- You're finally back! I knew that it was your destiny! It couldn't be another way! - I looked at him surprised. Mayhaps the poor old man was being delirious, confusing me with somebody from his past...

- Yes, it is you!  Not even that doubt and distrust look in your eyes has changed. Is it you Markus, there's no doubt...- said and laughed...

- Markus... - I murmured. I had not heard that name in a very long time...

Now there was no doubt that this old man knew me from somewhere. But I couldn't remember him, for what I could deduce that I had met him before I went to the Ivory Tower, 10 years ago. And from then nobody had called me by that name. Hundred of images crowded together in my head, memories forgotten by some reason that now were trying of come back to life...

- I can notice you're confused- The old man's voice sounded different, worried mayhap- Don't you remember anything?

- I'm sorry, but my memory of who I was or the things that happened before I went to the Ivory Tower is confuse. I can only remember well some faces of people that my heart tells were important for me....

- So they had to do it... it's a shame...- he sighed and then murmured- So much potential only wasted by fear....

Then he looked at me seriously, and said- then I think that we had so much to talk about. And I think that the first thing I have to do is introduce myself. I am Borc, the keeper of this little temple erected in remote times, when the moon was something else than a bright silver disc in the night sky. You might be interested in knowing that the temple, of which this room is only the library, once was the cradle of the Order of Magi of which you are a part... But before talking, I think that some hot food would fit you well...

We ate in abundance and talked till none of us was able to stay awake. Many things were from my past were revealed or remembered, but every time I had more and more questions...

When I woke up, I went to take a look to the other rooms of the temple. It was a simple building, without luxurious decorations. On the stone walls were visible some images of kings whose kingdom lay buried under the dust of the history, and that had paid homage to those who for the first time brought the Blue Flame to this corner of the world.

After the breakfast, Borc took me back to the library, now clean and well arranged. He showed me some very old parchments and a shelf full of tomes of knowledge disappeared many centuries ago. - Study them all before going back to your search. I know well they will be useful for you in one or another way.- Then he left me alone and I buried myself into the reading of all this material that, I was feeling, would open the door of my past and my future.

For countless days and nights I lost myself in the reading and examination of the documents, and many forgotten things were remembered and many new things were learned. But the old mage had awake lots of interrogations about my past that I kept buried deep into my brain for long years.

Thus, time seemed to have stopped, but deep into my heart I knew I had to go back home, and soon. I talked to Borc about this, and he insisted that my way should lead me to the south, where I would find the path that would lead me to my real home, since from there I came when he first saw me. He also advised me to avoid going back to the Tower until my heart tells me that it's the right time...

- It's the time. Your friends are waiting for you, and your time in this place is almost over. But it won't be of any utility that you hurry in search of answers going back over your own footsteps, because what you're looking for, your past, is writen on the dust of the road that you have to rove.

So I left that old temple forgoten in the mountains, a temple dedicated to ancient gods disappeared many ages ago, and that in remotes times became the cradle of a Magi order whose knowledge have survived for countless centuries.

Exiting the temple through the same path that lead me there, the Puma and the Owl where waiting for me. For the last one I heard that Guille was save, because even though he was conducted as a prisoner to the nearest city, soon he was left free, although in what conditions were still an interrogant. Thus, with my conscience eased about my friend and guide, I descended through the searching for Arod and the road that would lead me to the south and to the nearest town or village. Now I traveled calmer, content, but anxious to find soon what I had lost a long time ago : my home and my family...