Before I knew it, I found myself standing in front of Soren’s grave. I had to admit that I was keeping my distance, for I was still trying to decide whether or not this was something that I needed to be doing, or whether it would be safer for me to change course and to go back to Atlantis without doing this. But even as I found myself considering this, there was a part of me that knew that I would not leave, regardless of what the answer turned out to be.
It would be disrespectful of me not to come here. It should have been the first thing that I had done after I realised that the village had been burned down. Perhaps then I would have found some peace, which could have possibly avoided this tense atmosphere that I had with Anabelle. But then again, there was no promise of that either. I
