“But it can’t be!” Caeden shook his head desperately, tears streaming down his face. The images of the people he’d killed flashed in a grisly parade before him. “No. I can’t be him. I can’t be Aarkein Devaed. No. I’m supposed to fight Devaed, to help save Andarra.” His voice broke. “I can’t be him.” Asar just stared at him. For a moment his expression was…pitying. “You are who you are, Tal’kamar,” he said softly. “When you’re ready to know more, come and find me.”
