Phainon walked, his gaze shifting over the edge of the cliffside he was standing on. The ocean leaped gently at the beach, its waves barely there. A calm, tranquil scene, yet he was here waiting for a certain someone that would only come out during the nights.

“And will he let the fire go out?” Came a soothing song, his ears being blessed with the voice. “Is this the end of him now?” It came closer, nearer. He could almost each out and find that person. “Dying king with the crumbling crown. Will he let the fire go…”

The voice paused, only briefly, and then whispered softly in his ear. “Out?”

Phainon let out a soft chuckle, turning around and meeting your ghostly form. You were a wandering soul traveling all across the lands. The only reason he was able to see you was because he had come close to death a few years ago, and eventually began to see spirits of those stuck between life and death. He wanted to help free you after he heard your story.

“I missed you.” He smiled.