Abasdarhon's Castle

The path the girl was walking on seemed to glow and radiate warmth. After covering some distance, she hears a friendly and painfully familiar male voice.
- Maylin, my child. I see the very depths of your tormented soul. My eyes have witnessed your pain. You cannot run away from the past, you cannot hide from it; you must remember everything. The choice is yours.
The girl feels that she can go back, or continue on the path.

The voice, which came from nowhere, was both familiar and unknown to Maylin.
“Who is it?” she wondered. “Could it be someone from the past? A friend or an enemy?”
Although the fledgling sorceress didn't know the exact answer to this question, she sincerely wanted to believe that she never had any real enemies. And considering that the girl had recently lost her memories, this only fueled her interest and hope that Maylin would finally remember who she really was, so the beauty did not leave the path. After all, wasn't it for this that Cassmetra sent her to Axoth?