Year 3805, Age of Unification.

With an excruciating pain, the man imagined sending one last letter to the eight-year-old boy who was waiting for him at home:

“Luther, I know that when I left, I didn't explain where I was going, in fact, I never do, do I?

I managed to find your mother, I thought I could finally fulfill my promise that we would be a family again. I know you dream of becoming a great hero who will save everyone, like in the stories I tell you every night.

Even though I'm aware that I nurtured this in you, I hope you go the opposite way, I hope your life is ordinary.

The common is much more valuable than many realize. I have seen much more on my journey than I should, and I do not wish you to see the same.

Who you don't have the same fate as mine.

Don't be a hero. Just be you.

Something better than your father who doesn't even have magic.

Live, live longer than I will.

And forgive me for making you wait for my return.”.

The man was taken out of his reverie when he heard a distant voice calling him:

“Michael!” 

Michael had lost virtually all of his senses. Not even the cuts on his body and the deep wound in his abdomen hurt, all Michael could feel were tears falling down his face and regrets. Many regrets.

He tried to fight to stay conscious for his family, rejecting his fate with all the strength he had left, fearful of the fate that awaited his son. More than anything, Michael wanted to be able to warn him of the danger he might be in.

Maybe there isn't a blessing in what you don't know? There is! Who am I kidding… I'm just acting like a fool, thought Michael.

Michael wondered if perhaps there was a possibility that in this world or even in another world, he would return home with his wife and that moment he was in would be nothing more than a bad memory.

The man, still in his thirties, could feel that he still had a lot of time ahead of him to live and longed for a normal life, away from all the conflicts that surrounded his world.

Is this really the end of me? So much left to do… , thought Michael while imagining his family together and the blood spreading on his black overcoat, It doesn't matter… as long as they don't know… of his existence, everything will be fine. They… will never find out…

With the consolation that at least his son would be safe, Michael allowed himself to be carried away by the overwhelming weariness he felt and slowly closed his eyes.