Hendrick was just doing some work in his study as usual when all of a sudden, just as how it had happened several times before, a memory from his future self appeared in his mind.
It was a continuation of a memory that came to him before. But this time it seemed to be more complete.
Once again, he was standing a few steps behind and he was watching Zafir cry and hug a grave. The grave of his lover.
Zafir was wearing foreign clothes from Alvarez. Something that only someone who had high status would wear. Hendrick wondered where he had seen those before. He felt that he already knew but couldn't point it out.
He gulped and bit his lips as he watched Zafir. He felt tears flooding his eyes too.
There was so much grief and regret on Zafir's face that he no longer cared that he was crying.
