(Eight years ago, the earth)
"Mother, I won the gold medal again in the tournament."
Entering the old Astryd residence gate, a younger version of Desmond dressed in a training suit beamed as he proudly displayed a gold medal in her hands.
Samantha Astryd, Desmond's mother, greeted her spirited son with a soft smile, her right hand ruffling Desmond's hair. Desmond's joy increased a couple of levels upon receiving his mother's affection, but soon a bucket of cold water fell on his head without warning.
"I am very proud of you, Desmond; my son is always the strongest. By the way, how are you doing with the scores I gave you for homework a few days ago?"
Desmond's smile froze instantly; he knew very well how strict his mother could be at times when it came to music.
"Don't be hard on the boy; I'm sure you'll have plenty of time this weekend for some extra classes."
