"What did the Door Key spell have to do with the story of the gods?"
The voice by his ear did not answer Shade. Instead, dense white fog had already appeared behind him.
The three Witches did not stop singing. Standing beside the bonfire, they watched as the Outlander was gradually swallowed by the white fog. Each pair of eyes seemed to glow as they offered Shade their sincere blessings:
"Traveler from another land, may your figure always be found in the winds that blow across the world."
"Man of the future, whenever the rising sun climbs high, may you always behold the dawn."
"Unexpected guest, may time be with you, and may the Silver Moon forever favor you."
Amid the music and singing, the white fog swallowed Shade. He left, but the Witches' voices seemed to pass through that forest and across the river of time. Even after Shade was standing in Saint Derain Square, the songs still seemed to echo in his ears.
"Meow?"
Seeing Shade emerge from the door looking rather lost, the cat lying on the sofa rolled over to expose her snow white belly, meowing as she tried to draw him over.
Shade sighed and walked toward the cat acting spoiled on the sofa.
"Their singing..."
How was it?
"It was even better than opera."
Were you worried you would never hear it again?
She chuckled softly.
"Of course not. Your voice is even lovelier than theirs. I was just thinking that, while Miss Feliana was known not to die in the Thousand Tree Forest, I did not know whether the other two Witches would be able to leave there alive."
Saint Byron's had been founded in the previous epoch. Because so much history had been lost, even after consulting the records, Shade could not