The sun’s golden rays began to fade back into the horizon as this lone figure sat in the grass. Behind it, stood four other figures. They watched the sun as a sort of sad calmness loomed the area.

One of the wardran stepped forward, kneeling before the figure before him. “Young Master Manifestation, your father approaches.”

Manifestation nodded, looking back to the voice. “Thank you Terran.”

Terran nodded, stepping back to Caster and setting his hand into his fellow wardran’s.

They watched Manifestation, the son of Shino. He looked all like his father and was rightfully named after a powerful wardran in his father’s life. Manifestation, like the one he was named after, had power.

Shino came from behind as he sat next to his son. Only a few years had passed, but the curse set upon him was taking its toll. Shino had found his body becoming tired and feeble as the mark on his forehead faded with the passing years.

Manifestation felt tears roll down his small cheeks, his arms wrapping around his father as the sun became a distinct crimson.

Shino saw this too, his arms wrapping around his son. His time had come. His life was done. “Seize the day and don’t you cry, now is time to say goodbye. Even though I’ll be gone, I will live on.”

Manifestation let out a sob as his father faded away. The symbol on his forehead had gone and faded. Only the whisper of Shino’s voice echoed through the air. “…live on..”