His father looked at him. For the first time, Oman had seen the pride in his eyes for him.
"You've proved me wrong, son," said he, smiling. Oman could still recall the warmth of his hand on his shoulder.
"Take this, it is yours now." He placed a silver key on his palm. Puzzled Oman examined tiny key. Alien runes were engraved on it. He couldn't make out of them, so he glanced back at his father. but he was not there. The divine Vimana, his ancestors, and Ayaan, all had vanished. Oman found himself falling down like a meteor.
The next moment he was in his bed, sweat-drenched and gasping for breath. They had left him alone in this cruel world, fumbling.
