He had always been the one person that had never given up on anything, or anyone. Unfortunately, he had not been able to speak with his wife. He hadn't even been able to find her, so he gave up on trying to find her. His soul had been returned to him in full, because his son had been able to defeat the man that took it. Jaden Deimoso now sat in an abandoned cabin and waited for someone. He had sent his son, Jedrek, back to the time he had come from earlier.

"Damnit, Cirdan, where the hell are you? I must return to my city and get things set up for a war that most certainly will come. I am, after all, the God of Destruction and War on Demuris, my homeworld," he thought to himself.

He now had his two swords again, and he had polished both of them lovingly. Nothing would stand in his way if he returned to Port Hayven, not even Cirdan. He had changed in the months that his soul was trapped, and he sneered. Instead of the man that most knew to be good and kind, he was a man bent on revenge. He would destroy those who destroyed Freemont, and he would torture their souls for eternity.

He sat there, waiting for someone in his extended family to show up. He had need to tell them that he would never return to Tallendon, even if his life depended on it. Something was happening in Port Hayven, and he had to see what it was. Even here, he could feel the presence of someone he knew from almost a hundred years before- from when he and Cirdan had first met.

"Damnit! Where the hell are you?!? I need to leave soon, and I can not wait for you to decide to get your behind down here."

He stood up and started pacing. All patience for others had vanished when he had regained his soul, and only he knew of what that meant. His city was in danger, and he had to be there to protect the people who had placed him in charge of the day to day business.
Never matter what had happened to him over the last year. Never mind that he was leaving his wife, Jinyara, behind. He had, after all, been unable to even find her. It seemed as if though she had dropped off the face of the world that Tallendon was on.

He had left the inn several hours before. Jedrek wanted to speak to his father one last time, before everything was lost to him. He had to figure out a way to keep his father in Tallendon for, at least, another day. He came upon Jaden sitting near a cabin and sighed. Without a thought, he approached Jaden and shook his head.

"Father, it's a lot harder to do things you want. Especially when I know every single one of your powers, and how to counter them. That man, Richter, didn't have a clue as to who he put himself up against, and neither do you."

His figure faded as he disappeared, going back to his own time. As he appeared near the cabin, he yelled in frustration. He knew now that he couldn't go anywhere near Jaden, and wouldn't be so foolish as to do so again.