The Grey Veil was a realm that existed between dream and reality. Justus created his own private place because of a gift. When it came to gifts—some magic I would never understand. According to Justus, a Mage could only enter if they shared his light, and he showed them the way. Simon and I partially binded, therefore I was able to call to him. The more time that elapsed between light sharing, the harder it was to call to the other. Perhaps that’s why he periodically snapped me with his light, sharing small enough increments to keep the connection open. I chose Simon because I was afraid to face Justus. I always wondered about Simon. He was a private man when it came to his gifts. As a strategist, he was never one to show his cards. Simon either held a royal flush, or a bluff. He appeared from the trees and approached, touching my face with his hands. “Where are you?” “I’m being held in a cave, if you can believe that.” “We thought the worst. How are you unharmed?” he asked, looking me over.
