Ghent gawked at the man. "Did you just..." Yes, he did. Drust just referred to [i]Harry Potter[/i]. 
	"Only one of the greatest wizards ever." Ghent eagerly answered Elayra's question when Drust did not. "Do you think..." No. He wouldn't say that out loud. Even though the ground beneath their feet belonged to a supposedly fictitious world, it was too silly to ask if the portal could take them to Hogwarts. 
	"Never mind." Childish as it was, Ghent allowed himself to entertain the idea in secret. The world seemed so much bigger now. Magic existed, and he could use it. He could feel it. He didn't need a magical school, a magical school needed[b] him.[/b] 
	An arrogant smirk crossed Ghent's face. Maybe being in Wonderland wasn't so bad. There were dangers, of course, but wouldn't anyone risk it to have the power he possessed? Just when Ghent started to feel rather full of himself, Elayra mentioned the possibility of hearing her mother.
	Reality had a way of kicking him down when he least expected it. Careful not to show his sympathy, Ghent dropped his gaze, fearful his expression would betray him. How could he have been so quick to forget the White Queen? Not only that, but he had managed to forget Elayra was of noble blood herself. She certainly never reminded him of the fact.
	[i][b]Your head is mine, little queen. 
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	Ghent shuddered. He may have forgotten Elayra's title, but the pure evil in those words was something he would never forget. If the voice did indeed belong to the Sorceress, she could have been threatening Elayra's mother. Ghent's thoughts fell back to when Elayra told him about the siege. The White Queen was murdered that day.
	 "I guess we'll never know for sure." For Elayra's sake, and also his own, Ghent slipped into denial. It was easier than facing the reality of what might have happened to her mother. "It's probably better that way."
	Things were quiet until Drust offered more insight into how the voices could come from any moment in time, even if the moment hadn't happened yet. This made the identities behind the voices all the more impossible to figure out.
	Ghent froze as Elayra fell into his line of vision. A jarring feeling came over him, one which made his heart drop. If the voice came from the future, what if the Sorceress was talking to her? 
	"Well...in that case, who knows what we heard." More denial, followed by a nervous laugh. "Could've been anything. Or nothing." Ghent's attempt to shrug off the events did little to calm his nerves. It could have been nothing, but it also could have been [i]something[/i]. If the latter, he needed to prevent that. He had to.
	Strangely, the Sorceress' threat served as a push in the right direction. Ghent remembered why he agreed to come to Wonderland in the first place. He wanted to help Elayra, Drust, and the rest of Wonderland. Lives had been ruined, others were taken. They had suffered enough at the hands of the witch.