An Old Friend

"It's been a long time, Jack. Far too long."

As Jack was spun around, he was startled. He hadn't sensed anyone or anything. Even though he wasn't searching for people, that person was able to slip past his awareness, meaning they were far stronger than Jack.

Jack frowned and carefully looked up to the man who had grabbed him.

That man was wearing a purple robe, but it was more ordinary than expected. He was tall, thin and wrinkles littered his face. His pointy ears stuck out of the man's long silvery hair and were starting to droop, almost losing their point. However, the man's eyes were wide open and filled with vitality.

The anger on Jack's face vanished, quickly replaced with surprise and joy. Jack almost bit his tongue to keep from cursing the old man.

"What, you don't recognize me?"

"T-Tralon?"