Aidon watched the girl leave, he hesitated, wanting her to stay, he had so many questions. He just let her go. Dimitri stood up in pain and yelled off to the girl as he walked away. [i]In hope we meet again..[/i] He thought to himself watching the girl leave. 
Aidon returned home dropped his weapons and cloak on the chair and sat at his desk. His sat resting his chin in his fingers softly rubbing the stubble on his face and going over records of past Wizards being spotted. He couldnt find much of anything from the Fire Wizard, nothing at all actually, its as if he just appeared to attack them. Aidon sat in wonder for a good two hours, reading documentation and taking notes. As his clock rang for two in the morning he placed his pen down and sat back in his chair. He looked over at some old dusty boxes that were stored in his closet. They were in plain sight so he pulled them down and opened them up. They had some of his mothers old things, such as a book she would read him before bed and a rosary that she gave to him at a young age. Under it all was old books, his fathers books. Books of dark magic and Shadow magic. He stared at them for a good long while and slowly closed the box, packing it away out of sight. As he was putting the box up a not slipped out from the bottom that fell out of one of the books, it was in his fathers hand writing, he wondered how he had never seen it, although it was in his more advanced shadow witchcraft books that Aidon never dared read. The note said "The darkest things are in the brightest souls of people you hold dearest"