"Mom, Dad," he whispered, his voice tinged with awe, "is she a ghost?" His blue eyes flickered with a wisdom beyond his years, yet still wide with the wonder of youth.
"Not a ghost," I replied, keeping my tone even for his sake, "but a messenger from realms unseen." It was vital he understood the gravity of what transpired, yet I wished to shield him from the burden of fear.
Eden nodded, accepting this explanation as he stepped forward slightly, drawn to the enigma before us. He had always been perceptive, sensing the weight of moments others might dismiss. I watched him, pride swelling in my chest alongside a mother's concern. My son was the heir to a legacy of power and mystery – his path would be fraught with challenges both wondrous and daunting.
As the air settled back into
