Alan's POV:
As the tendrils of golden light settled around us, the power emanating from Lynn felt like a living thing, reaching out and intertwining with my own essence. I looked at her, my heart recognizing the pull of an ancient bond that had been severed and was now knitting back together before my very eyes.
"Alan," she whispered, and that single word was a key turning in the lock of my memories, unleashing a torrent of images and emotions that I had long since buried within the darkest corners of my mind. The rush was so intense it nearly brought me to my knees.
I remembered everything—the warmth of my family's embrace, the sound of laughter echoing through our home, and then the cold betrayal when my uncle, blinded by jealousy, tore it all away. I could see his face, twisted by ma
