Zephyr's frown eased, his fingers loosening at his sides. The heat that once flared over his heart also faded, leaving only warmth.
“It's true Zephyr,” Valdez's voice was calm, controlled. “Sinclair was a hero in his time. The mark he made was enviable and that's what set the ground for the strength of your bloodline,” He paused. “Time will fail me to share everything with you. But as we go on you'll see it.”
Valdez paused for a second. He reached a hand out, fingers curling around Zephyr’s wrist.
At the contact, Zephyr felt a chilly sensation in his spine. The hairs on his skin stood upright. The world tilted around him, and in moments, he found himself standing in the middle of a desert land.
The cold evening breeze brushed against his skin. The chilly sensation flowed down his bod
