The Soul of Aoora [EDITING]

The wizard

When the "man" faced them, the only thing they could see was a young boy dressed in a robe that was bigger than him. He had tan skin and freckles. Even though his hair was pure white, he didn't look older than seventeen.
-You're not Alkanzur, Alwenn said. He would be in his sixties by now.
The boy froze.
-Oh come on. Don't you think I wouldn't use a youth potion already?
The readhead stopped to analyze the young elf. It's true that his features were quite similar to the Alkanzur that he remembered. And his eyes had the same white (ceva) over them. He was blind.
-I don't think it's him. Wizards usually are very old, Saka whispered to Alwenn.
-There are young ones too, Saka. Yes, the one that I'm looking for is indeed old. But wizards are of all ages.
-Then why do I only know stories about old ones?
-Forget that. What should we do?
-Do you think you can make him do something to prove himself? Tharia suggested.

-Prove it then.
-Who's asking?
-Alwenn.
-Alwenn? The name is quite common. What kind of Alwenn exactly?
-Alwenn (name).
-(name). Oh, the (name)s. Oh, my dear boy Alwenn. You've gotten so big!
Alwenn was still hesitating. He doubt the boy was telling the truth. So he pushed him away as the boy was trying to hug him.
-Can you quit it and prove me that you're the real Alkanzur?
-Stubborn little boy. You haven't changed at all.
The two stood quiet for a few moments.
-So? What are you gonna do?
-Shall I really be so distrusted? he started walking away. I'm surprised that such anger could come out of such a little being like you.
Alwenn's frustration was building up.
-Will you just-
The moment Alwenn was about to (blow up), a hologram appeared above the boy's hand. It was a picture of a woman in her thirties. Chocolate skin, purple hair and a wide smile on her face.
Alwenn was feeling like his heart disappeared out of his chest.
-Mom...
He reached to touch the picture but it immediately vanished.
-Give it back! he implored. Where do you have that from?
-Still doubting?
Alwenn breathed in. And breathed out.
-So it is you.

The witchcraft community in Di'alora was vast. Young witches and wizards were home-taught about the use of magic to maintain the tradition from generation to generation. Being a witch or a wizard was of high prestige in the village. They were treated with another level of respect. The greatest wizards were called the Thraill. They could access areas of magic that no one could and perform some of the most difficult spells and rituals.
-What brings you here? Alkanzur asked.
It was a strange feeling for Alwenn to see Alkanzur again. Especially looking like a seventeen year old. It was messing with his mind a little. But he showed him that picture. Nobody else but him had it. It definitely was him.
-I think we should talk privately.
-Oh, of course. Come in.
He welcomed the team into his house.
Alwenn had never been into his house before. It wasn't too big nor too small. It had a peretar of wands desplayed on a wall, many shelves of different bottles of potions, which Tharia went closer to immediately, and many books. More than Alwenn ever had.
-Can she come in too? Adri asked holding her new friend in her arms.
-Who?
-My little girl Zola.
-Of course you can come with your daughter. (😬)
The mage offered the team to sit down at a table.
-We have a problem.
-Now doesn't everyone?
-Well yeah, but ours is kinda big.
-No problem is too complicated. Let's hear it.
-I'm posessed by the soul of the goddess Aoora.
-Oh boy that's one hell of a mess, Alkanzur stated. Aoora? Are you sure?
-Um yeah! I am pretty sure!
The two told him the story about the curse.
-Do you think you would be able to cure him?
-Well of course I can.
-Wait, really? Alwenn was surprised.
-Alwenn, I thought you were sure he can cure me.
-I uh...I was. But seeing what we're actually dealing with, I...kinda lost my hope along the way.
Saka placed his hand on Alwenn's.
-Relax. It's gonna be fine. You need to stop overthinking so much.
If only Saka knew how much overthinking would fit in Alwenn's mind, but not of that kind.
-We need to schedule the spell. Is tomorrow the first hour in the morning okay? the mage took a pen and a paper and programmed the session as if it wad a normal thing to do for him to exorcise souls that participated in the creation of the world.
-Can't you do it now?
-I need to prepare some potions first, the room, the wand, the incantations... I can't do such an important session right in this moment.
-I understand.
-Could we spend the night here by the way?
-Sure. (Feel) yourselves like home.