Quietly and slowly, the golden drak with a burnt wing came to the cemetary and began looking for his mother's grave. He already knew where it was, the latest in a series of visions had revealed to him how his mother had died, and why, yet he was also searching for something else...another grave, one that was connected to his mother's death.

He didnt find it, perhaps it was unmarked or just not here, or maybe he wasnt to find it yet. He came upon his mother's grave and silently sat on the ground in front of her tombstone.

"Mother..."

His voice barely above a whisper, the words came with tears. He had never visited the grave before, and had never truly known what had happened. Only that his mother had died and emplaced him and his siblings in Icer's care.

Now he knew the truth, and he greatly wished it had not happened.

He bowed his head and the tears fell to the ground.