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Luke Arek and I waited for Ophelia at our meeting spot. She didn’t want our scents near her trail in case Jensen smelled us and knew it was a trick. I paced around after ten minutes when she said shed meet us. At the twenty minute mark I was passed worried and entering freak out mode. As I was about to go find her myself, I smelled her scent drifting to me. “Luke, it’s okay,” I heard her voice and I swung around to find her. “I’m projecting my voice I’m not there yet. I had a vision, Luke. Just before I was going to take the cloaking potion. I’m done hiding myself. Now that I found you, I’m strong enough to end the Forsaken.” I didn’t know how to respond. Her voice wasn’t in my head, it was all around me. Arek sat down when he heard her voice as if he were listening. A soft whine escap