Fanfic:Durent's Return

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Durent's Return
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  • Trent
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The sun was just beginning to crest over the Mountains of Mist as Durent stood on the edge of a cliff overlooking the valley containing Hama Valon. His dark green cloak rustled in the light wind that passed over the precipice that he had found himself on. Everything looked almost the same as when he'd last seen it. The city itself had grown considerably, something he was very proud of. Seeing something prosper that one had had a hand in creating was incredibly rewarding.

He folded the letter he'd been holding and put it back in his coat pocket. He was wearing his Asha'man uniform, pins in place, recently polished. He had very few contacts remaining in the Tower, but he still knew a little about what had transpired in the years since his most recent departure. He'd left the Tower a number of times for various reasons. He always regretted never having found Kylara, his wife, long presumed dead. He hadn't heard from his son, Daeric, in years either. He knew that he had moved to Tear, never having completed his training at the Tower. He would have to check in on him someday soon.

In truth Durent had simply retired to his estates a half-dozen leagues north of the Tower, near Elman's Creek. He had wanted solitude, a time to hone his skills in fighting and channeling, knowing that the end of the world was near, and having no patience for the petty politics that had nearly swallowed the Tower when he had left. He had heard that much of that had been solved, that the Tower itself was entering almost a golden age, just in time for the Last Battle. It was something else to take pride in, though he had nothing to do with it.

The letter in his pocket contained a summons back to the Tower, from an unnamed member of the Green Ajah, a request to return to the Tower. He was surprised to have received such a letter, and equally amused and frustrated that he knew not who it came from. "The Last Battle is nigh, you are needed back at your home," part of the letter had said.

Home. He supposed it wasn't untrue. He'd spent the majority of his life at the Tower. Caemlyn had stopped being his home so long ago he could barely remember it. He took a deep breath, gathering his resolve again and with an absent wave of his hand a gateway appeared as he turned and walked through it, back home.