Lysandra's heart raced as she saw a winged shadow standing on her balcony.
The unexpected presence and the familiar aura around him sent a shiver down her spine, "Mother... were you waiting for me?" the figure whispered, its voice carrying an unnerving familiarity that stopped Lysandra in her tracks.
Overwhelmed by shock and disbelief, Lysandra's voice trembled as she whispered back, "A…Agonon... My son... Is that really you? Am I dreaming you?"
The shadowy figure paused, its back still turned to her. After a moment of silence, it replied with a tone laced with pain and accusation, "Is it so hard to recognize your youngest son? Did I matter to you only so little?" Then, with a powerful spread of its wings, the figure took off into the night sky.
