James_Human

“Do you weep for me, my teacher?” She whispered. I pressed my lips to her shaking hand and was transported back to when I first met her thirty years earlier.
“Yes, majesty. I weep for you.” I replied.  “And I weep for my soul. I failed to protect you, and I deserve damnation for it.”
My queen smiled, her blood-spattered face serene in the red haze of blood and smoke. “No, 
Lukas, you have fulfilled your duty. And you will serve me again in the glorious halls of our gods.”
“With all my heart,” I whispered. 
Tears glittered in her eyes, “Call me by my name?” She asked, her voice quiet, weak. “Like you did when I was a little girl.”
“Anna.”

At the end of the world, a mage held his student in his arms as the light left her eyes. At the end of the world a mage stared down his attacker. At the end of the world, a mage died. 
And woke up thirty years before the end of the world. 
He's been given a second chance. 
And this time he's going to do it right.

Spirit Speaker

I woke to a lesser spirit jumping up and down on my forehead. I blinked a few times.

"What is it?" I asked softly. The Weaver, more than half asleep, reached out under the covers, looking for me. She found my arm, and pulled herself closer.

- What is it? I asked the spirit.

- Lukas, I have arrived in Arantha. I will meet you at the location you asked me to, at dawn.

I recognised the voice. Remly. He's here. I looked out the window and saw light glowing from beneath the horizon.

The spirit must have been waiting for me to wake for a while.

I looked at my sleeping companion, and sighed.

What man in his right mind would leave when she was in his bed?

Still, I had to meet the deathspeaker.

I pressed my lips to the Weaver's forehead, and she opened her eyes, sleepily. "What time is it?" She asked, her voice soft.