Meanwhile, where was Silver? He had wandered about, grumbling to himself while killing some pecopecos and condors. He wasn't sure where he was heading but he didn't really care. Poor Silver, he was such in a foul mood!
Kill them, KILL THEM! Don't leave any witness!
Silver started. There it goes again. That voice. He peered about him, trying to find out where did it come from, but all he could see was darkness. Suddenly, he felt a deep sense of foreboding, almost as if he knew something bad was about to happen. He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself and focus on his instincts.
Destroy him! Don't let him get away! He'll bring us all down!
Silver opened his eyes and looked around again. "Who's there?" he called out strongly, "Show yourself!" He walked cautiously and tried to retrace his steps back to the camp. Every now and then, he looked behind just in case. What in the name of Rune Midgard is going on here? He wondered.
Suddenly, something swooped from above and headed towards Silver. He barely ducked in time. "What the..." he started. It had doubled back and made a second attack. "SOUL STRIKE!" he yelled, pointing his wand at it. The creature shrieked and fell. "SIGHT!" he chanted, curious to know what was attacking him. Immediately, a flaming ball of light began circling around him. He stepped closer to the creature and realized that it was a falcon.
"You KILLED my falcon!" someone shrieked from behind. Startled, he whirled around, only to find himself face to face with a hunter. "Eh?" he said stupidly, feeling rather dazed. The hunter ignored him awhile and tended to his poor creature.
"I'm sorry, but it attacked me first. It was so dark that I couldn't see what was it," Silver apologized, regaining his composure. The hunter merely glared at him and heals his falcon's wounds. Silver stood awkwardly by his side, unsure of what to do next. "Is it okay? The falcon, I mean," he asked timidly.
The hunter finally looked up at him and said coldly, "Yes, no thanks to you." Miffed, Silver retorted, "Hey, it's not my fault your falcon had to suddenly swoop down and attack me. In the dark too!" Unconsciously, he gripped his wand on one hand and the other fingering his necklace. Suddenly, the hunter looked startled and looked at him closely. Unnerved, Silver backed away, "Hey, what are you looking at?"
"The necklace," the hunter whispered as he sank deep in his thoughts. Huh? Silver thought confusedly, the necklace? Is he talking about mine? He looked down at his worn necklace, which was given to him when he was young. It was the only key to his past life that he didn't know. "Do you recognize my necklace?" he asked. Snapping out from his thoughts, he asked, "Where did you get that necklace?"
"I had it since birth. It's the only thing I have from my past," Silver replied, feeling curious about the stranger. He looks familiar, but where have I seen him before? He wondered.
"I...see," the hunter said slowly. "Do you know who gave it to you?" he asked again. Silver merely shook his head and continued to stare curiously at him. The hunter nodded and said simply, "I do."
Startled, Silver cried out, "You do? So you know my past? You know who I am? And you know my parents?" The hunter smiled at him, lighting up his face and said, "Whoa there, one at a time! I'll answer your questions soon enough, but let's head back to my camp. It's, like you just said, dark here and there's no telling what is there out here." He invited Silver to his camp and gave him a glass of water.