Twisted Balloon

Aiden and Meilin were in the small kitchen. They both paused, exchanging a quick, uncertain glance before turning their attention to the Archmage in the living room.

"What do you mean?" Aiden asked, his brow furrowing.

Meilin's eyes widened with concern, and she rushed out of the kitchen, crossing the room to the old mage's side. "Could it be Li Na?" 

The Archmage waved a dismissive hand. "Of course not. You don't have to worry about her. She's fine."

Meilin opened her mouth to argue, but something in the old man's expression made her pause. She could tell the time wasn't right for this conversation. Sighing, she settled for a simpler question. "Then who is it?"

"I'm not sure," the Archmage admitted, a bit of irritation creeping into his voice. "But we're going to find out." With a quick snap of his fingers, his form flickered and then disappeared, leaving Aiden and Meilin standing there.