Aamon followed the lake to the front of his long lost friend’s small cottage house.
He watched as she rehearsed some spells with her hand-written spell book lying on the flat and fresh green grass nearby.
Then, she halted while chanting a few extraneous and anagogic words.
He knew she sensed him near.
Because Minerva only knew of one demon.
She turned towards him and just stared.
He’s returned after six years.