Where Anyone is Possible
He smiles ruefully. "I'm afraid its not that simple. When I fell into the portal i sealed it behind me, to prevent any other daemons from coming forth. So while we may find the portal on this side, the other side no longer exists."
Loziras nods slightly at his own statement. "The only way back would be to find another portal and open it to one on my side that is not in use."
Loziras slowly closes the heavy tome, retrieving his scythe from the ground. "And tell me White Fang, why would you want me to use that portal? If I did use this portal you used, it would no longer go back to your own world. Would you really take that risk?"
The reaper allowed his skin to fold back over his cold skeletal form, sliding the scythe over his should as its form shivered then became that of a war-glaive. "And more to the point, what gave you such chase that you couldn't duck around a few trees?"
Loziras glances at Aura. "Aura if I was being mean I would use the portal and permenatnly seal it from accessing his world again. I am being nice, because if I do use it to reach my world, he may never be able to return home." He turns back to the boy. "As for niceties, it's always a pleasure to meet fellow traveler. Much to my chagrin I was a tad calous."
Loziras excecutes a flowing bow to the boy. "You may call me Loziras, Reaper Templar of Ulric. As to reiterate before, how did you get so beat up?"
She followed the boy, staying close. "Sure. It's no trouble." she smiled happily. "What do you want me to tell you?"