"You're probably right." This was one of the rare moments where Ghent and Elayra could agree on something without arguing beforehand. The bandwagon of denial was going along smoothly until Drust hit them with the cold hard facts. "Or...not." 
	Doubt began to creep its way back into Ghent's thoughts. He could feel the sensation of magic gradually weaken, which only helped to chip away at the confidence he built for himself. Alright, so maybe a [i]few [/i]magic classes wouldn't hurt. 
	Concerned that he was already losing his powers, Ghent attempted to read Elayra without making it obvious. Could she feel the magic fade too? He couldn't tell. Danger lurked around every corner, he needed to make sure he still had a way to defend himself.
	"Hey, guys? I couldn't help but notice that...[i]woah[/i]." Ghent's words caught in his throat when the gate came into view. He couldn't deny the familiarity of the sight before him, he had seen this place countless times before. This was the setting for many of the nightmares and dreams he experienced as a child.
	"I don't think I could forget this if I wanted to." Ghent looked on in awe, taking in every detail, mesmerized by every heart and weathered stone. To stand in the place that haunted him for years was a surreal feeling. Seeing the gate no longer frightened him, it reassured him that he had been right all along. 
	"I used to have the same dream...but it always ended here." Ghent stopped alongside of Drust and Elayra, his eyes never straying from the intricate metal doors. “The three of us were always in it, and it always ended the same way. After I stepped through the doors, I'd look back...and you weren't there anymore."
	Moving his backpack so that it rested evenly between both shoulders, Ghent nodded to the knight. "I guess you've found the fountain of youth, Drust. I know I've said it before, but you've barely changed.” 'Barely' was accurate. In age, Drust looked about the same as he did, but Ghent knew the curse took a heavy toll on him. The darkness threatening to take over his eyes was evidence of that.
	“You've changed more though, Blondie.” Ghent used his hand to measure the distance from his knee to the cobblestone ground. “You were just a bit shorter than you are now,” he teased, amused by the memory of Elayra as a cute little toddler. Fourteen years later, here they were again. It didn't feel real.
	"Wish I remembered more." Sighing softly, Ghent ventured a few steps closer to get a better look. In the grand scheme of things, he knew remembering an old rusty gate wasn't all that impressive or helpful. "It's weird. I never forgot about you two...but I can't even remember my own parents."