"Gods watch over ye restless spirits who roam the night. Gods protect ye from whatever evil may trouble thee and finally, gods grant ye the peace that ye seek." The prayer was one she learned what seemed like ages ago. Those ages spanned no more than a few years. Now, she understood the prayer, laced with a small amount of healing magic eased the restless souls caught in desperation. As she spoke, those peaceful waves radiated from her. In the depths of her mind, she could feel those that lingered in between. Those who had perished remained not quite on this side nor had they passed on fully. Old blessing, rebirth...duty. Alex and Marc have only begun the path before them. The path to Maeseloria is the path home. Follow them as Fate calls its children home one by one