"What if I said I was your father?"
His creased eye brows slowly stretched, and his eyes widened.
"What? Father?" His heart felt warm.
"Yes son."
His cold eyes grew watery, "But.."
"There is no need to ask questions, I came here for you."
Without hesitating, Oberon threw his arms around Alcide,, and embraced him warmly.
"Father!" He whispered.
They stayed like that for a while, before disengaging.
"Mother.. she is.."
"She had to come," he patted his hand.
"Why? I have lost you both," he shook his head.
"We are still with you, just that we are with you somewhere else."
"How I wish you both you grow with your grandchildren," he laughed nervously, "Dora has a son."
Alcide sighed, "Fate wanted something else, nevertheless, all is for the good."
"I feel this is some kind of punishment. I committed some wrongs in the past, and they were horrible."
"What did you do?"
