The Alchemist's Legacy

Previously

…Finally, he spoke. “A pity,” he said, his voice laced with a subtle disappointment. “I had hoped we might share such secrets. After all, Princess, our futures are intertwined. Perhaps, in time, you will find that some cages are meant to be shared.” With that, he turned and melted back into the shadows from which he had emerged, leaving Anya alone with the whispering night, the echoing riddles, and the cool, pulsing weight of the alchemist’s crystal in her hand. The Guardian’s riddle had been solved, but a far more dangerous one had just begun.