Miracle
I held a stoic mask as the higher-ups escorted Mago away, enclosing my father in that dreadful prison machine. The weight of gratitude toward Theron for acquiescing to my wishes mingled with the guilt of knowing he was willing to take a darker path. He understood, though, the pain it would inflict on me if he exacted revenge, relenting to send Mago to the rogue asylum instead.
As for my mother, her departure to Stormfang marked the end of my willingness to remain entangled in her enigmatic life. She faded away in my mind, considered lost to a realm where she could no longer affect my existence.
"We're leaving, Theron. Thanks for the heads up," the grey-haired man's tap on Theo's back signaled their departure.
I'd bid farewell to my father in a way that mirrored the forgiveness
