Cassius. That was just his name. I wondered if he had other names, but he was born during the era when surnames weren't 'a thing'. He was an enigma, shrouded in mysteries and deceptions cooked up by him. A scheming master one couldn't fathom, but somehow, I partially succeeded.
"Coincidence, fate; we sometimes confuse the works of men with those two." I couldn't help but remember Priestess Tara's words when I had revealed to her how I met Sebastian.
Now I understood her words.
She hadn't been convinced that my meeting Sebastian was by sheer 'coincidence,' and she had been smart enough to know that it was the product of a hidden agenda of one man. I should have known: what were the odds of me, with my locked-up gray powers, suddenly running into a fay who can unlock said powers and also
