#crystallizednotimex

Pink hair.

Hope whirled around when he realised what he had just seen. That shade of pink. Hair tied into a side ponytail. Her face, so much like the woman who had been a mentor to him, and yet with features far gentler.

It couldn't be. He had made a deal with the two time travelers to meet them in 500AF, but he had ended up here instead. Had she been caught in a paradox too? How had she landed up in this world?

Long legs moved purposefully in her direction, a mixture of relief and surprise in his expression as he reached her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he called her name.