>>Adam
It had rained in my world the day I decided to visit Esra. The grass was wet and drops of water still dripped from the tree leaves.
I asked the Dryad to open the portal and I walked in. The same patch of land where the portal opened on the other side was wet too while the rest of the ground was dry. Perhaps that was because two worlds shared that space.
I was expecting a calm forest but there was a rather frightening scene there. I could hear the trees wailing, the ground was shaking and the creatures of the forest were terrified. Then suddenly it stopped.
I had no idea what that was but it was a bit nerve wracking.
Still, I decided to walk ahead and just a small walk ahead were the fairies who sat around a baby.
A baby?
I ran to him and saw a few days old baby wrapped in a blanket with white hair.
White hair? Just like Esra’s.
I stared at him in awe.
He was my son. Yohan. A name we both decided on.
My son…
My son.
